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There was also a variety of canned goods as well as some pasta and different sauces. Kenzie sighed as she leaned against the counter. More than anything she knew that this species were meat lovers, with the occasional tendency to eat something else. She wanted to offer a variety of items to Viper and his den brothers. Rain rubbing against her ankle caught Kenzie's attention. She looked down at the small animal and was more than sure she was ready to eat yet again. Taking out a sleeve of crackers, which the animal seemed to like, Kenzie crushed them into her bowl. As she went to put the box of Ritz back up an idea struck her.

“Okay. How about… what’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” I raised my eyebrows. “Wildest? Like sexually?” He smirked. “You said it, not me.” I took another drink. “Maybe skinny-dipping at midnight in college.” Nathan made a face. “Tame.” “Excuse me?” “You said wild. That’s barely reckless.” He tilted his head. “What about kinks? What gets you off, Reeva?” I swallowed. “That’s not a normal question.” “Normal’s boring. Come on, I told you mine.”

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He took a mouthful of beer and looked towards the door. “He introduced me to sub and Doms, and I really liked it, but the relationship with him fizzled. I talked to Vixen about the lifestyle. Vixen has always good to talk to. She wanted to try it. It was already sort of the dynamic between us, you know? Vixen is Vixen, after all, and I am me. She never was shy about what she liked in the bedroom,” he drew in a breath and released it with a shrug. “She came along to a club with me one time, and that was it. Turns out we shared the same kink, all along.” “Match made in heaven, eh?” Raven thought there were gaps in the story.

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

"Just as a client. He keeps, or should I say, kept a VIP room here. It's a closed room with no windows. Some VIP rooms do have windows. You can see what I mean when you go inside, but I will try to explain this a little better." "Everyone has their own kink. Some like to watch, some like to be watched. I don't know what he was into, but he didn't want anyone watching. That's not really unusual though. Sex is a private thing. You figure out what you like and a partner that wants the same. BDSM is no different. We just don't judge each other here. Quinn would have been fine if she found a Dom that took care of her needs without hurting her. Things can be extreme without being torture or abuse.

Jake was kneeling behind her and hammering his dick into her cute little ass while his fiancé took pictures of the highly taboo act. "Wanna keep looking at my pictures?" she asked. Dex snapped back to reality and grinned stupidly at her, nodding his head. Bouncing happily, she grabbed her phone from his hand and started to thumb through again. "Okay..." she said after explaining a few more of the tamer ones, "I think we're getting into kinkier territory." As she spoke, she turned the phone away and swiped to the next picture, concealing the screen from him for a few seconds. "Yep!" she confirmed, giggling and holding the phone to her chest.

The proof is dripping down my inner thighs and staining my sheets. “Did Guvaski touch you? Made you feel like this? Made you feel whole? Did he?” he thumbs my clit and my teeth dig harder into the soft flesh of my bottom lip. I try to say yes, just to spite him, but only a weak moan comes out. I’m a goner for his sick games. “I’m the only one who can make you feel this good. I’m the only one who is going to touch you, kitten. Only me”

She waves her hand up and down my body with a distasteful look. I grind my teeth, "I'm not a hooker." I spit out acidly, quickly losing my patience. "I'm his cousin." Her eyes widen as if a light bulb in her head has suddenly turned on, "Oh, it's a kink!" She shrieks as if we've suddenly become the best of friends, "So, tell me he has a big cock without telling me, he has a big cock!" She leans in close, "Is it armoured or sleeveless?"