Novel & Cerita The Pleasure Lord

She could forget she was a whore as she was treated to pleasure a queen might wish to know. For me it was a more basic want; I wanted to do this just for myself. I think all guys have the urge vying with a basic distaste. It is not always an strong urge, Li was special in this. But for me pleasuring Li like this when I was in the mood was better than a good slug of the best scotch or cumming in some slut's throat as she swallowed frantically. It was almost better then punching Larry on camera. Plus there was a bonus, I got the pleasure of hearing the music of Li's uninhibited and sincere moans as she was taken by the taboo pleasure. So I did it some more, pushing harder, enjoying the moment

“And one day you’ll learn that wanting and having are never the same.” Duvesa’s lips curved — not quite a smile. “We’ll see.” She turned toward the door, collecting her composure with every step. When it closed behind her, the office exhaled — as though her presence had been a weight on the air. ********************************** Lucien had never believed in pleasure for its own sake. Pleasure was a tool — sharp, effective, temporary, He’d learned that early, long before Aragon Enterprises and boardrooms and the gilded masks of men in power who thought they ruled the world.

In just a moment, my legs began to give way. I had clearly been overthinking. He was just a pervert! I wanted to pull his hands off me, but then he pinched me hard, and I couldn't help screaming. He had done it on purpose! "Are you alright, Polly?" Rochelle asked anxiously from outside. I tried hard to endure it and said, "I'm fine. I just bumped into the table. I'll be out soon!" Nicholas chuckled, and I pushed him aside in rage and shame.

Up on my toes, with my legs straight it gave him free rein to use my whole body to pull and push. I found myself clenching as he delved in and then relaxing as he eased back out. I had gotten so slick when he did the shorter thrusts that it made his roughness bearable. And soon I found myself clutching at the wood under me. Trying to find something to grip as the pain vanished. The inside of me lengthening as the pleasure began to unravel like a snake uncoiling through me. Splaying out and then sending lightning ripping through me in wild surges which made my palms flex straight then quiver. And I soaked him with my climax.

LUCIEN “I assume you didn’t learn the rules well. A slave is not supposed to touch her Master. Especially when she is in the Chamber of Pleasure.” My fingers dug into my new slave Daruka’s soft pale skin. Her naked body trembled under my painful grip as I held her tightly. Pain was a form of pleasure for demonic wolves, but I knew when to make it truly painful for those who dared to dance on my nerves.

"But she's claimed and she's not like us, she's just here to serve a punishment" "Well, I'll very much love to help in a way. I can help with the punishment too" His hand was already messing with her hair, twisting her ear and pushing her lip out of her mouth. "Her owner asked for her not to be touched, my Lord" "Well, he can go to hell for all I care" he lifted Desire's head and shifted it sideways to get a better view. "Beautiful little thing....I can't wait to have you laid out on my table for dinner" he forced one of his fingers in her mouth, forcing her to lick it

pple just enough to make me gasp. "Wesley..." I moaned louder. My pu$sy tightened around his c0ck, the pleasure was building slowly: it was warm and soft. Not like the chaos Damian always brought. I tried to focus on Wesley, on his touch, his c0ck, his warmth… but that ache in my chest wouldn’t go away. With Damian, every fu¢k was wild: raw and intense. He always left me sore and exhausted, but alive and complete. With Wesley, it was calm, soft, and sweet. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn't the fire I craved. It wasn’t him.

Pleasure blinding me, every single muscle, vein or molecule in my body was drawn taunt. It's like there is a grand finale waiting but every time I think I'm close, I'm almost there. He'd stop whatever he was doing and the pleasure would recede until, its just simmering and snapping at me. Then I'll beg him again and again. His eyes fluttering from silver to grey. Sometimes It's Lygion, then It’s Stefan. Goddess I don't know how I’ll be able to not want this as often as I can get it.

I pleaded can’t do anything other than moaning loudly, shamelessly now. The corner of his mouth turned up, “Then I will give you what you wanted.” by saying this he pushes in, completely in one go. -------------------- Romeo POV I stared down at her, burying my cock deep inside her, bringing out a beautiful, lovely reaction on her face. For the first time in my life, I wished to give someone pleasure. Romeo Valentino, who didn’t give a fuck about anyone, is eager to give this women underneath him as much pleasure as he had given to any woman.

And he says they are all for the both of us but then the thing is that I’m not really enthralled by any of their pleasures. Not for a year now. Hence, I lied when I said I needed whores earlier. Yes, I can fuck them, but it will be more of an effort than pleasure really. So because of this, I haven’t touched any in the recent months— reason why they were overdoing their twists and breasts exposures now. “My Prince. My p*ssy aches.” “My wetness can take you to heaven, my Prince.” “My tongue is quiet the length.” “Full tits for your rage and appetite my Prince.”