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The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

(AURIANNA'S POV) For a few seconds, my brain stops working. Like, genuinely stops. Zayne is standing there, completely naked, water still dripping down his chest, his wet hair slicked back like something straight out of a goddamn cologne commercial. Droplets slide down the ridges of his abs, over the sharp V-line of his hips, and further-oh my God. My mouth goes dry. I've seen him naked before-unfortunately, that memory from Natasha's apartment is permanently burned into my brain-but this is different.

" My eyes couldn't help but roam over his glistening, muscular chest, longing to touch him, to feel him. But I knew that with Noah, I was only allowed to do what he commanded. I was completely under his spell as his submissive, and he was my dominant. I craved his touch, his control, his every command. "Oh, God," I moaned, unable to resist the pleasure he was giving me as his skilled hands massaged and fondled my breasts with expert precision. I was his to command, and I wouldn't have it any other way. "Your pussy is begging for me, Britney. It's so wet and needy." His voice dripped with dominance and hunger.

In short, he wanted to see her undress in front of him. Yza bit her lip and held the garter of her black panties. She didn’t wear a bra, as her dresses had their own foam padding. So, the only remaining piece on her innocent body was her panty. She quickly lowered it, and Adam immediately snatched it, tossing it somewhere. Yza’s eyes followed its path. He took a deep breath, seeing her shaved pussy when she stood fully naked in front of him. She seemed a bit shy, especially when one corner of her lips raised as a smile.

“Tell me what you want.” “You,” I choke out, my legs locking around his hips, pulling him down into the heat of my center. “Now.” Zayn doesn't hesitate. He strips his boxers in one brutal, impatient movement. “You look fucking beautiful,” he snarls. He grips my hips, lifting me slightly to match his angle. He uses one hand to rub the head against my throbbing bud. Then he drives himself inside me in one deep thrust. “Ahhh! Fuck!” “Does that feel good?” he smirks, his eyes dark with lust.

My legs started convulsing uncontrollably, as we both cum together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the sides of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your fucking tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your ass cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you fucking belong to us, to do as we fucking please.” My pussy is wide open and glistening up in the air.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋

I then trace my kisses down from his neck towards his abs while I unzip his pants, grab his stiff dick over his underwear, and massage it with my hand. The only thing that comes from his mouth is a mix of groaning with some rubbish I couldn't understand, but I know Zayn is enjoying it. Not allowing him to release yet, I stand on my knees and push him down. I removed his pants and underwear and watched his dick flung. I didn't realize it, but I think it grew in size. I know he's an alpha and a beast, but that isn't normal for human males.

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.