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Dominant Mind, Dark Desires
I'm a confident and self-assured dominant man with a passion for mental domination and a taste for the darker side of life. I'm looking for a submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries, and who is willing to surrender to my guidance and control.
As a trainer and mentor, I enjoy teaching and guiding my partner through a journey of self-discovery and exploration. I'm interested in pushing boundaries, testing limits, and exploring the depths of the human psyche.
My approach is rooted in psychological domination, where the mind is the greatest erogenous zone. I'll challenge you, tease you, and delight you, all while keeping you on your toes and guessing what's next.
I'm a seasoned player in the realms of CnC (Consensual Non-Consent), Primal Play, and Impact Play. I love the raw energy and intensity that these styles of play bring, and I'm always looking for a willing partner to explore these desires with.
In CnC play, I enjoy the thrill of taking control and pushing my partner's boundaries in a safe and consensual way. I'll use my words, my body, and my presence to create a sense of unease and tension, all while keeping you safe and secure.
In Primal Play, I unleash my inner beast and let my instincts take over. I'll use my body and my energy to create a sense of intensity and release, and I'll push you to do the same.
In Impact Play, I enjoy using physical to create a sense of intensity and release. Whether it's through spanking, flogging, or other forms of impact play, I'll use my skills and experience to create a sense of pleasure and that will leave you breathless.
I’m confident, assertive, and unapologetic about my desires, I value honesty, communication, and consent above all else, and I expect the same from my partner.
I’ll take you on Journy of self-discovery and exploration, and if you're willing to surrender to my guidance and control, then let's connect and see where the darkness takes us.
Interests:
- Mental domination
- Psychological manipulation
- Training and mentoring
- Bondage and restraint
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Looking for:
- A submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries
- Someone who is willing to surrender to my guidance and control
- A partner who values honesty, communication, and consent
- Someone who is looking for a long-term connection and is willing to invest time and energy into our relationship
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Dominant Mind, Dark Desires
I'm a confident and self-assured dominant man with a passion for mental domination and a taste for the darker side of life. I'm looking for a submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries, and who is willing to surrender to my guidance and Read more… control.
As a trainer and mentor, I enjoy teaching and guiding my partner through a journey of self-discovery and exploration. I'm interested in pushing boundaries, testing limits, and exploring the depths of the human psyche.
My approach is rooted in psychological domination, where the mind is the greatest erogenous zone. I'll challenge you, tease you, and delight you, all while keeping you on your toes and guessing what's next.
I'm a seasoned player in the realms of CnC (Consensual Non-Consent), Primal Play, and Impact Play. I love the raw energy and intensity that these styles of play bring, and I'm always looking for a willing partner to explore these desires with.
In CnC play, I enjoy the thrill of taking control and pushing my partner's boundaries in a safe and consensual way. I'll use my words, my body, and my presence to create a sense of unease and tension, all while keeping you safe and secure.
In Primal Play, I unleash my inner beast and let my instincts take over. I'll use my body and my energy to create a sense of intensity and release, and I'll push you to do the same.
In Impact Play, I enjoy using physical to create a sense of intensity and release. Whether it's through spanking, flogging, or other forms of impact play, I'll use my skills and experience to create a sense of pleasure and that will leave you breathless.
I’m confident, assertive, and unapologetic about my desires, I value honesty, communication, and consent above all else, and I expect the same from my partner.
I’ll take you on Journy of self-discovery and exploration, and if you're willing to surrender to my guidance and control, then let's connect and see where the darkness takes us.
Interests:
Mental domination
Psychological manipulation
Training and mentoring
Bondage and restraint
*** deprivation
Role-playing
Power exchange
CnC play
Primal play
Impact play
Looking for:
A submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries
Someone who is willing to surrender to my guidance and control
A partner who values honesty, communication, and consent
Someone who is looking for a long-term connection and is willing to invest time and energy into our relationship
I'm a confident and self-assured dominant man with a passion for mental domination and a taste for the darker side of life. I'm looking for a submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries, and who is willing to surrender to my guidance and Read more… control.
As a trainer and mentor, I enjoy teaching and guiding my partner through a journey of self-discovery and exploration. I'm interested in pushing boundaries, testing limits, and exploring the depths of the human psyche.
My approach is rooted in psychological domination, where the mind is the greatest erogenous zone. I'll challenge you, tease you, and delight you, all while keeping you on your toes and guessing what's next.
I'm a seasoned player in the realms of CnC (Consensual Non-Consent), Primal Play, and Impact Play. I love the raw energy and intensity that these styles of play bring, and I'm always looking for a willing partner to explore these desires with.
In CnC play, I enjoy the thrill of taking control and pushing my partner's boundaries in a safe and consensual way. I'll use my words, my body, and my presence to create a sense of unease and tension, all while keeping you safe and secure.
In Primal Play, I unleash my inner beast and let my instincts take over. I'll use my body and my energy to create a sense of intensity and release, and I'll push you to do the same.
In Impact Play, I enjoy using physical to create a sense of intensity and release. Whether it's through spanking, flogging, or other forms of impact play, I'll use my skills and experience to create a sense of pleasure and that will leave you breathless.
I’m confident, assertive, and unapologetic about my desires, I value honesty, communication, and consent above all else, and I expect the same from my partner.
I’ll take you on Journy of self-discovery and exploration, and if you're willing to surrender to my guidance and control, then let's connect and see where the darkness takes us.
Interests:
Mental domination
Psychological manipulation
Training and mentoring
Bondage and restraint
*** deprivation
Role-playing
Power exchange
CnC play
Primal play
Impact play
Looking for:
A submissive partner who is eager to explore their own desires and boundaries
Someone who is willing to surrender to my guidance and control
A partner who values honesty, communication, and consent
Someone who is looking for a long-term connection and is willing to invest time and energy into our relationship
THE DOM’S PLAYBOOK .BY M
Thank you guys
THE DOM’S PLAYBOOK .BY M
Guys I’m not saying that my way is the only way or the best way I’m just saying it’s works and solid you can definitely add your own little touch
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Give me your *** dm me . You can also screen shot and then go to album your photos and just click on the pic long press on the first word and it will get highlighted and you can just highlight all the words and just paste it into a notepad
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THE DOM’S PLAYBOOK .BY M
THE DOM’S PLAYBOOK
Submission Built Through Structure, Not Chaos
By a Dominant Who Leads With Clarity, Not Confusion
Introduction
Being dominant isn’t about barking orders or throwing your weight around. It’s about structure, discipline, presence, and leadership. This is not about ego. This is Read more…about control with intention. The kind that builds obedience, not ***. The kind that leaves her feeling owned in the best way.
This guide is your blueprint. Follow this, and you won’t just play dominant. You’ll live it.
⸻
How to Introduce Your Structure to a Submissive
Before you start giving her rules, trials, or tasks, you need to bring it up the right way. Confidence is everything. If you introduce your structure like it’s “just a fun idea” or like you’re unsure, she won’t respect it. You don’t ask for permission to lead. You explain what your leadership looks like.
Here’s how to introduce it:
“I have a specific way I run my dynamics. It’s not random and it’s not impulsive. It’s structure-based. It’s built around discipline, clarity, and control. Before anything goes deeper between us, I want to put you through a submission protocol I’ve designed. It’s seven days. During those seven days, I’ll be testing your mindset, your consistency, and your ability to obey. There are three rules you’ll follow during that trial. If you can handle the structure, we move forward. If not, we stop. Simple.
This is also a way for you to see how I lead and how I handle control. You’re not the only one being evaluated. It’s a trial for both of us.”
That’s how you frame it. Calm, direct, intentional. No fluff. No performance. Just presence.
⸻
The Three Core Rules of Submission (with Examples)
These rules are the foundation of your dynamic. Explain them clearly. Rein*** them daily.
Rule 1: Mind Discipline
Her thoughts belong under your guidance. Every day, she should show how her mind is aligning with your influence.
Example:
You say: “Every night before bed, I want you to send me a message that reflects one thought you had today where you felt my presence. Maybe it was restraint. Maybe obedience. Maybe just knowing you belong to someone.”
She responds: “Today when I felt tempted to speak out of turn at work, I thought about how you would’ve expected me to keep my composure. I stayed quiet.”
This rule builds mental submission and emotional obedience.
Rule 2: Body Access
You direct how her body is used, touched, positioned, or dressed. Not for control’s sake, but to anchor her identity to your authority.
Example:
You say: “Today, wear your hair tied up and keep your legs crossed at all times unless I tell you otherwise. Let that physical act remind you that you’re under instruction.”
She says: “Yes, Sir. It felt grounding today. Like even when I was alone, you were there.”
Her body becomes your instrument. The structure conditions her.
Rule 3: Behavioral Protocol
Her behavior how she speaks, listens, obeys must reflect your standard.
Example:
You say: “When I message you, I expect a response within 10 minutes unless you’re unable. I won’t chase obedience.”
She says: “Understood, Sir. I’ll make sure I stay responsive from now on.”
This rule isn’t about control for control’s sake. It’s about establishing a rhythm of accountability.
⸻
The 7-Day Obedience Trial
This trial filters out the submissives who crave discipline from the ones who just like the fantasy. Run this protocol to see if she can handle your structure.
Day 1: Initiation
She repeats: “I belong to structure, not chaos.”
Task: Send a raw, filter-free photo. No makeup. No posing. Pure exposure.
Day 2: Silent Proof
She calls you. She says nothing. She listens. You speak.
Task: Send a 30-second kneeling video. Silent. Still.
Day 3: Body Access
Command her to wear specific underwear beneath her clothes.
Task: She checks in at your chosen time and confirms.
Day 4: Mind ***
No pleasure. No validation-seeking. No distractions.
Task: She journals how it felt to be on restriction and submits the reflection.
Day 5: Verbal Surrender
She sends a voice note: “I give you my mind, body, and behavior. Teach me how to belong.”
Day 6: Edge and Deny
She edges herself three times. No climax. She must report exactly when and how she stopped.
Day 7: The Choice
She sends this line if she wishes to continue:
“I’m ready to be trained beyond this. Break me. Build me. Own me.”
⸻
Commanding Phrases That Sink In
Each of these lines is designed to land hard. Deliver them slow, low, and intentional.
• You’re not in control when I’m present
• I don’t need to raise my voice I just lower yours
• You’re silent because I didn’t give you permission to speak
• You don’t need to understand You just need to follow
• Every second you hesitate is proof you still need training
• Don’t think Obey Then feel what obedience unlocks in you
• Your body listens to me before your mind catches up
• You’re quiet now That means we’re getting somewhere
• If I tell you to wait it’s because I’m training your patience
• Structure is what you crave and structure is what I give
• That moment you submitted to me That was power
• I don’t take control I reveal what happens when you give it up
• You’re not here to perform You’re here to belong
• I don’t demand submission I create the space for you to crave it
• You’re submitting to me because I make it safe for you to surrender
⸻
The Do’s and Don’ts of Being a Real Dom
DO
1. Speak clearly and directly
2. Explain the reason for a rule or punishment when needed
3. Reward obedience with approval or acknowledgment
4. Stay consistent in tone, energy, and expectation
5. Practice what you’re going to say before a session or command
6. Stay calm and unshakable under pressure
7. Watch her reactions and adjust your structure accordingly
8. Let your leadership speak louder than your words
DON’T
1. Don’t punish without telling her why
2. Don’t give unclear instructions you can’t explain
3. Don’t talk to her like you talk to your boys
4. Don’t use slang that dilutes your authority
5. Don’t let ego drive the dynamic
6. Don’t fake confidence she’ll sense it
7. Don’t expect her to just “get it” without structure
8. Don’t mix chaos with command A confused Dom leads a confused sub
9. Don’t run scenes under the influence Drinking or using dulls judgment, slows reaction time, and weakens presence
⸻
The Way You Speak Matters
You can talk however you want with your boys. At work, in the gym, with your people, slang it up. But when you’re in this space when you’re guiding a submissive your language becomes your tool of control.
“Yo bitch,” “Come here girl,” “Yo baby” doesn’t resonate. It breaks the frame.
That’s not dominance. That’s noise.
Speak clearly. Speak like a man who has something to say. She needs to feel like she’s following someone who holds structure. That comes through in tone, pace, and posture.
A man in position doesn’t talk like he’s killing time on the block. He speaks like his voice carries weight because it does.
This doesn’t mean you sound stiff or robotic. It means every word you say hits with intention.
⸻
Practice Makes You Sharper
Before a scene, a command, or even a new protocol, rehearse it. Say the line to yourself. Get your rhythm right. Know what you’re trying to achieve.
There’s nothing worse than a Dominant who stumbles through his own rules. If you get lost mid-command, she gets confused. If she’s confused, she won’t tell you. She’ll withdraw. The connection dies right there.
Preparation builds flow. Flow builds control. Control builds devotion.
⸻
Final Words
Being a Dom is not an act. It’s a position. A real one. And that position requires structure, clarity, and consistency. You’re not here to impress her. You’re here to guide her. You’re not here to control her by ***. You’re here to shape her through presence and order.
If she can’t follow your voice, she won’t follow your vision.
Build the structure
Create the ritual
Speak with presence
Train her mind
Her body will follow
Her behavior will lock in behind it
That’s the code
That’s the difference
Written by M, The Infamous Dom
This work has been created by M, the Infamous Dom. If you choose to share or repost this material, please credit the source. Respect the code. Respect the craft.
For anything further, if you’re serious about building structure, developing leadership, or strengthening your dynamic, you’re always welcome to contact me.
⸻
Submission Built Through Structure, Not Chaos
By a Dominant Who Leads With Clarity, Not Confusion
Introduction
Being dominant isn’t about barking orders or throwing your weight around. It’s about structure, discipline, presence, and leadership. This is not about ego. This is Read more…about control with intention. The kind that builds obedience, not ***. The kind that leaves her feeling owned in the best way.
This guide is your blueprint. Follow this, and you won’t just play dominant. You’ll live it.
⸻
How to Introduce Your Structure to a Submissive
Before you start giving her rules, trials, or tasks, you need to bring it up the right way. Confidence is everything. If you introduce your structure like it’s “just a fun idea” or like you’re unsure, she won’t respect it. You don’t ask for permission to lead. You explain what your leadership looks like.
Here’s how to introduce it:
“I have a specific way I run my dynamics. It’s not random and it’s not impulsive. It’s structure-based. It’s built around discipline, clarity, and control. Before anything goes deeper between us, I want to put you through a submission protocol I’ve designed. It’s seven days. During those seven days, I’ll be testing your mindset, your consistency, and your ability to obey. There are three rules you’ll follow during that trial. If you can handle the structure, we move forward. If not, we stop. Simple.
This is also a way for you to see how I lead and how I handle control. You’re not the only one being evaluated. It’s a trial for both of us.”
That’s how you frame it. Calm, direct, intentional. No fluff. No performance. Just presence.
⸻
The Three Core Rules of Submission (with Examples)
These rules are the foundation of your dynamic. Explain them clearly. Rein*** them daily.
Rule 1: Mind Discipline
Her thoughts belong under your guidance. Every day, she should show how her mind is aligning with your influence.
Example:
You say: “Every night before bed, I want you to send me a message that reflects one thought you had today where you felt my presence. Maybe it was restraint. Maybe obedience. Maybe just knowing you belong to someone.”
She responds: “Today when I felt tempted to speak out of turn at work, I thought about how you would’ve expected me to keep my composure. I stayed quiet.”
This rule builds mental submission and emotional obedience.
Rule 2: Body Access
You direct how her body is used, touched, positioned, or dressed. Not for control’s sake, but to anchor her identity to your authority.
Example:
You say: “Today, wear your hair tied up and keep your legs crossed at all times unless I tell you otherwise. Let that physical act remind you that you’re under instruction.”
She says: “Yes, Sir. It felt grounding today. Like even when I was alone, you were there.”
Her body becomes your instrument. The structure conditions her.
Rule 3: Behavioral Protocol
Her behavior how she speaks, listens, obeys must reflect your standard.
Example:
You say: “When I message you, I expect a response within 10 minutes unless you’re unable. I won’t chase obedience.”
She says: “Understood, Sir. I’ll make sure I stay responsive from now on.”
This rule isn’t about control for control’s sake. It’s about establishing a rhythm of accountability.
⸻
The 7-Day Obedience Trial
This trial filters out the submissives who crave discipline from the ones who just like the fantasy. Run this protocol to see if she can handle your structure.
Day 1: Initiation
She repeats: “I belong to structure, not chaos.”
Task: Send a raw, filter-free photo. No makeup. No posing. Pure exposure.
Day 2: Silent Proof
She calls you. She says nothing. She listens. You speak.
Task: Send a 30-second kneeling video. Silent. Still.
Day 3: Body Access
Command her to wear specific underwear beneath her clothes.
Task: She checks in at your chosen time and confirms.
Day 4: Mind ***
No pleasure. No validation-seeking. No distractions.
Task: She journals how it felt to be on restriction and submits the reflection.
Day 5: Verbal Surrender
She sends a voice note: “I give you my mind, body, and behavior. Teach me how to belong.”
Day 6: Edge and Deny
She edges herself three times. No climax. She must report exactly when and how she stopped.
Day 7: The Choice
She sends this line if she wishes to continue:
“I’m ready to be trained beyond this. Break me. Build me. Own me.”
⸻
Commanding Phrases That Sink In
Each of these lines is designed to land hard. Deliver them slow, low, and intentional.
• You’re not in control when I’m present
• I don’t need to raise my voice I just lower yours
• You’re silent because I didn’t give you permission to speak
• You don’t need to understand You just need to follow
• Every second you hesitate is proof you still need training
• Don’t think Obey Then feel what obedience unlocks in you
• Your body listens to me before your mind catches up
• You’re quiet now That means we’re getting somewhere
• If I tell you to wait it’s because I’m training your patience
• Structure is what you crave and structure is what I give
• That moment you submitted to me That was power
• I don’t take control I reveal what happens when you give it up
• You’re not here to perform You’re here to belong
• I don’t demand submission I create the space for you to crave it
• You’re submitting to me because I make it safe for you to surrender
⸻
The Do’s and Don’ts of Being a Real Dom
DO
1. Speak clearly and directly
2. Explain the reason for a rule or punishment when needed
3. Reward obedience with approval or acknowledgment
4. Stay consistent in tone, energy, and expectation
5. Practice what you’re going to say before a session or command
6. Stay calm and unshakable under pressure
7. Watch her reactions and adjust your structure accordingly
8. Let your leadership speak louder than your words
DON’T
1. Don’t punish without telling her why
2. Don’t give unclear instructions you can’t explain
3. Don’t talk to her like you talk to your boys
4. Don’t use slang that dilutes your authority
5. Don’t let ego drive the dynamic
6. Don’t fake confidence she’ll sense it
7. Don’t expect her to just “get it” without structure
8. Don’t mix chaos with command A confused Dom leads a confused sub
9. Don’t run scenes under the influence Drinking or using dulls judgment, slows reaction time, and weakens presence
⸻
The Way You Speak Matters
You can talk however you want with your boys. At work, in the gym, with your people, slang it up. But when you’re in this space when you’re guiding a submissive your language becomes your tool of control.
“Yo bitch,” “Come here girl,” “Yo baby” doesn’t resonate. It breaks the frame.
That’s not dominance. That’s noise.
Speak clearly. Speak like a man who has something to say. She needs to feel like she’s following someone who holds structure. That comes through in tone, pace, and posture.
A man in position doesn’t talk like he’s killing time on the block. He speaks like his voice carries weight because it does.
This doesn’t mean you sound stiff or robotic. It means every word you say hits with intention.
⸻
Practice Makes You Sharper
Before a scene, a command, or even a new protocol, rehearse it. Say the line to yourself. Get your rhythm right. Know what you’re trying to achieve.
There’s nothing worse than a Dominant who stumbles through his own rules. If you get lost mid-command, she gets confused. If she’s confused, she won’t tell you. She’ll withdraw. The connection dies right there.
Preparation builds flow. Flow builds control. Control builds devotion.
⸻
Final Words
Being a Dom is not an act. It’s a position. A real one. And that position requires structure, clarity, and consistency. You’re not here to impress her. You’re here to guide her. You’re not here to control her by ***. You’re here to shape her through presence and order.
If she can’t follow your voice, she won’t follow your vision.
Build the structure
Create the ritual
Speak with presence
Train her mind
Her body will follow
Her behavior will lock in behind it
That’s the code
That’s the difference
Written by M, The Infamous Dom
This work has been created by M, the Infamous Dom. If you choose to share or repost this material, please credit the source. Respect the code. Respect the craft.
For anything further, if you’re serious about building structure, developing leadership, or strengthening your dynamic, you’re always welcome to contact me.
⸻
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TaliX Yeah, that does not work with brats. Or independent people who have SM for funsies and do not want the brainwash. Yeah, that does not work with brats. Or independent people who have SM for funsies and do not want the brainwash.
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ManaAndMoonlight Thank you for the amazing learning experience Thank you for the amazing learning experience
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OceanTurtles1734 I found this quite helpful and guiding for my journey starting off as a dom. Didn’t know a good place to start but now I do thank you. I found this quite helpful and guiding for my journey starting off as a dom. Didn’t know a good place to start but now I do thank you.
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THE POKER BET!
The bass thrummed through my chest as soon as I stepped into the club, the air thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and desire. Neon lights flickered in sync with the pulsing rhythm, casting the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. My eyes scanned the crowd, drawn immediately to the bar where she Read more…stood—Sarah. Her green eyes were like a beacon, her long, curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders. The red dress she wore clung to her curves like it was made just for her, and her smile God, that smile lit up the entire room.
I felt a pull, an invisible thread drawing me toward her. My heart pounded as I imagined my hands on her waist, my lips brushing against hers. She’s mine, I thought, the thought electric, intoxicating. I made my move, weaving through the crowd, my eyes locked on hers.
But before I could reach her, a man appeared out of nowhere, his arm slinging possessively around her waist. He was tall, broad shouldered, wearing a baseball cap tilted back and a gold chain that gleamed under the lights. His eyes locked onto mine, a challenge in his gaze. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “Who’s this?”
I didn’t flinch. Instead, I extended a hand, my voice calm, confident. “Name’s M. And you?”
The tension was palpable. Sarah hesitated, her eyes darting between us before she finally spoke. “This is Henry. My… boyfriend.” Her voice wavered slightly, and I raised an eyebrow. Interesting.
Henry’s gaze sharpened, his grip on Sarah tightening. “Something you need, M?”
I smirked, leaning casually against the bar. “Just admiring your girl. She’s stunning.” I let the compliment hang in the air, watching as Sarah’s cheeks flushed. Henry’s jaw tightened, but I pressed on. “You a gambler, Henry?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ll play you,” I said, my tone smooth, daring. “Poker. For something… interesting.”
Henry’s lips curled into a smirk, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. “What’s on the table?”
I glanced at Sarah, letting my gaze linger just long enough to make her squirm. “If I win, I take her out.” My words were deliberate, my confidence unshakable.
Henry let out a bark of laughter, but there was a flicker of unease in his expression. “And if I win?”
“You get my car. A Benz.” I shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Fair?”
His eyes lit up at that, the greedy glint unmistakable. He was in. Sarah looked between us, her green eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Henry…” she started, but he cut her off.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got this.” He turned to me, his smirk widening. “Let’s play.”
We found a table, the cards dealt with a swift shuffle. As we played, I made sure to keep Sarah’s attention. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this room,” I said, my voice low, intimate. Her breath hitched, and I reached out, brushing my fingers against the back of her hand. “Your eyes… they’re breathtaking.”
Henry’s jaw clenched, his frustration mounting as I continued to flirt with his girl. But I played my hand carefully, losing a few rounds to keep things interesting, letting him think he had the upper hand. His confidence grew with each win, his smirks becoming more arrogant. But I was biding my time.
The final round came, and I made my move. I let out a loud sigh, throwing my hands up in mock desperation. “Looks like I’m about to lose,” I said, my voice dripping with defeat. Henry’s smirk was practically a sneer now, but then I revealed my cards. A flush. I leaned back in my chair, my smile slow, deliberate. “Guess I win.”
Henry slammed his fist on the table, his face red with anger. “You son of a…”
“A bet’s a bet,” I interrupted, my voice calm but firm. I turned to Sarah, my gaze locking onto hers. “You’re coming with me.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting to Henry, but then she nodded, a small, secretive smile playing on her lips. I stood, offering her my hand. As she took it, I pulled her close, my arm wrapping around her waist. She felt perfect against me, her body warm, her scent intoxicating.
Henry stood, his fists clenched, but I turned to him, my voice low, commanding. “You can watch, but you turn around. Don’t look. Just listen.”
His face twisted in rage, but he didn’t argue. We took the elevator up to a suite, the tension between Sarah and me almost electric. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pinned her against the wall, my lips crashing onto hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my shirt as I explored her mouth with my tongue.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered against her lips, my hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing. She whimpered, her body arching into mine.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible but filled with need.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. My hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She lay beneath me in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties, her body perfect, her skin begging to be touched.
I kissed my way down her neck, my hands cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were hard, and I groaned as I leaned down to suck one through the lace. Her back arched, her hands tangling in my hair.
“M,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please…”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her stomach until I reached the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into them, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Her pussy was already wet, the scent of her arousal driving me wild.
I spread her legs, my tongue delving into her folds. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as I licked and sucked, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my face. “Yes, yes, yes…”
I didn’t let up, my tongue flicking her clit until she came with a scream, her body shaking beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body, my Dick hard and aching as I positioned myself between her legs.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire. Her eyes met mine, and I thrust into her, sheathing myself completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I began to move, each thrust deeper, harder.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice low, possessive. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist as I drove into her again and again.
“Louder,” I demanded, my pace quickening.
“I’m yours!” she screamed, her body convulsing with another orgasm.
I could hear Henry in the corner, his breathing ragged, his anger palpable. But I didn’t care. I focused on Sarah, on the way her body felt, the way she screamed my name as I claimed her.
I was close, my balls tightening as I thrust into her one last time. “Cum with me,” I growled, and she did, her body clenching around me as I drained my balls inside her.
“Mine,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I collapsed on top of her.
“Yours,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
I smiled,falling asleep while her head is on my chest.
I felt a pull, an invisible thread drawing me toward her. My heart pounded as I imagined my hands on her waist, my lips brushing against hers. She’s mine, I thought, the thought electric, intoxicating. I made my move, weaving through the crowd, my eyes locked on hers.
But before I could reach her, a man appeared out of nowhere, his arm slinging possessively around her waist. He was tall, broad shouldered, wearing a baseball cap tilted back and a gold chain that gleamed under the lights. His eyes locked onto mine, a challenge in his gaze. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “Who’s this?”
I didn’t flinch. Instead, I extended a hand, my voice calm, confident. “Name’s M. And you?”
The tension was palpable. Sarah hesitated, her eyes darting between us before she finally spoke. “This is Henry. My… boyfriend.” Her voice wavered slightly, and I raised an eyebrow. Interesting.
Henry’s gaze sharpened, his grip on Sarah tightening. “Something you need, M?”
I smirked, leaning casually against the bar. “Just admiring your girl. She’s stunning.” I let the compliment hang in the air, watching as Sarah’s cheeks flushed. Henry’s jaw tightened, but I pressed on. “You a gambler, Henry?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ll play you,” I said, my tone smooth, daring. “Poker. For something… interesting.”
Henry’s lips curled into a smirk, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. “What’s on the table?”
I glanced at Sarah, letting my gaze linger just long enough to make her squirm. “If I win, I take her out.” My words were deliberate, my confidence unshakable.
Henry let out a bark of laughter, but there was a flicker of unease in his expression. “And if I win?”
“You get my car. A Benz.” I shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Fair?”
His eyes lit up at that, the greedy glint unmistakable. He was in. Sarah looked between us, her green eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Henry…” she started, but he cut her off.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got this.” He turned to me, his smirk widening. “Let’s play.”
We found a table, the cards dealt with a swift shuffle. As we played, I made sure to keep Sarah’s attention. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this room,” I said, my voice low, intimate. Her breath hitched, and I reached out, brushing my fingers against the back of her hand. “Your eyes… they’re breathtaking.”
Henry’s jaw clenched, his frustration mounting as I continued to flirt with his girl. But I played my hand carefully, losing a few rounds to keep things interesting, letting him think he had the upper hand. His confidence grew with each win, his smirks becoming more arrogant. But I was biding my time.
The final round came, and I made my move. I let out a loud sigh, throwing my hands up in mock desperation. “Looks like I’m about to lose,” I said, my voice dripping with defeat. Henry’s smirk was practically a sneer now, but then I revealed my cards. A flush. I leaned back in my chair, my smile slow, deliberate. “Guess I win.”
Henry slammed his fist on the table, his face red with anger. “You son of a…”
“A bet’s a bet,” I interrupted, my voice calm but firm. I turned to Sarah, my gaze locking onto hers. “You’re coming with me.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting to Henry, but then she nodded, a small, secretive smile playing on her lips. I stood, offering her my hand. As she took it, I pulled her close, my arm wrapping around her waist. She felt perfect against me, her body warm, her scent intoxicating.
Henry stood, his fists clenched, but I turned to him, my voice low, commanding. “You can watch, but you turn around. Don’t look. Just listen.”
His face twisted in rage, but he didn’t argue. We took the elevator up to a suite, the tension between Sarah and me almost electric. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pinned her against the wall, my lips crashing onto hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my shirt as I explored her mouth with my tongue.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered against her lips, my hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing. She whimpered, her body arching into mine.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible but filled with need.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. My hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She lay beneath me in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties, her body perfect, her skin begging to be touched.
I kissed my way down her neck, my hands cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were hard, and I groaned as I leaned down to suck one through the lace. Her back arched, her hands tangling in my hair.
“M,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please…”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her stomach until I reached the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into them, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Her pussy was already wet, the scent of her arousal driving me wild.
I spread her legs, my tongue delving into her folds. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as I licked and sucked, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my face. “Yes, yes, yes…”
I didn’t let up, my tongue flicking her clit until she came with a scream, her body shaking beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body, my Dick hard and aching as I positioned myself between her legs.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire. Her eyes met mine, and I thrust into her, sheathing myself completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I began to move, each thrust deeper, harder.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice low, possessive. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist as I drove into her again and again.
“Louder,” I demanded, my pace quickening.
“I’m yours!” she screamed, her body convulsing with another orgasm.
I could hear Henry in the corner, his breathing ragged, his anger palpable. But I didn’t care. I focused on Sarah, on the way her body felt, the way she screamed my name as I claimed her.
I was close, my balls tightening as I thrust into her one last time. “Cum with me,” I growled, and she did, her body clenching around me as I drained my balls inside her.
“Mine,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I collapsed on top of her.
“Yours,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
I smiled,falling asleep while her head is on my chest.
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LikeMistressang-3724
· 23.03.2025 12:08:58
THE ART OF RUIN
You can feel it before I even lay a finger on you. The heaviness of my presence, the warmth radiating from my body, the electric air that suffocates your senses, leaving you breathless and panting.
Your wrists are already secured, trapped by leather straps above your head, rendering you utterly *** Read more…to resist or fight back. All you can do is accept what I'm about to give you.
And you will.
Your body is quivering, needy, aching, pulsating with a desperate energy that's evident in the way your thighs shift, your chest heaves, and your lips part in a silent plea.
I trace a gloved hand down your stomach, slow and deliberate, teasing the sensitive skin along your waist, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower.
You gasp as my fingers brush the inside of your thighs, just enough to make you jerk, just enough to make your body crave the contact like you've forgotten what patience feels like.
So eager already.
You don't even know what you're begging for, do you?
I grip your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to look at me through the mask.
"Use your words, sweetheart."
Your breath catches.
Your thighs clench.
Your lips tremble before they part, voice barely more than a ragged whisper.
"Please."
A dark chuckle rumbles low in my chest.
"Good girl."
I let you feel the slightest touch of my fingers between your legs, a slow, languid stroke through the heat pooling there, teasing, taunting, deliberately avoiding the spot you need me most.
You whimper, your body jerking in frustration, your bound hands tugging uselessly against the restraints as your hips arch, chasing more, pleading without words.
But I don't give it to you.
Not yet.
I want to watch you suffer for it first.
I want to see you squirm, hear you whine, feel you grow wetter with every second I keep you waiting.
You tremble beneath me.
"You can take it, can't you?" My voice is dark, teasing, heavy with amusement. "After all, you wanted this. You left the door open. You wanted me to come inside."
You shudder.
I press my fingers deeper this time, letting you feel just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make your thighs tremble, just enough to make your entire body tense with anticipation.
And then I push inside.
Slow. Deep.
A devastating stretch that has your mouth falling open, your breath breaking into a soft, wrecked sound that makes my smirk deepen.
I feel you clench around me.
Feel the way your body reacts instantly, as if it was made to take this, as if it's been waiting for this moment from the second I first started watching you.
But I don't give you time to adjust.
I start moving.
Steady. Relentless. Cruel.
Dragging my fingers through the heat of you, teasing, pressing, curling just right, just enough to make you shudder, just enough to make your thighs shake, just enough to have you gasping my name like a prayer you never want answered.
"You're so fucking wet for me," I murmur, voice filled with wicked satisfaction. "So fucking easy to break."
You whimper, your back arching, your head tilting back as your body betrays you completely.
The pressure is building, tight and unbearable, your stomach clenching with every slow, torturous stroke of my fingers.
Your breathing stutters, hips rolling, chasing the friction, desperate for more, for faster, for anything that will push you over the edge.
But I don't let you.
Not yet.
I keep you there, hovering, trembling, suffering, my touch never quite enough, my pace never quite what you need.
"Look at you," I taunt, my other hand sliding up to grip your throat, not squeezing, just owning, just reminding you who is in control. "Falling apart so easily. Is this what you wanted? To be completely at my mercy?"
Your breath breaks.
Your hands pull at the leather straps again, useless, ***, exactly where I want you.
"Please," you gasp, voice shattered.
"Please what?" My fingers press deeper, my pace unrelenting, precise, knowing exactly how to destroy you.
You sob.
"Please, let me come."
I smirk.
"Beg for it."
Your entire body tightens, shaking, your voice trembling with desperation.
"Please," you whisper, panting. "Please, I—"
Too slow.
I press my fingers harder, curling deep, forcing the breath from your lungs as your back bows off the bed, as your body tightens around me, as you shatter completely.
Your release crashes into you like a storm, your thighs trembling, your stomach clenching, your entire body convulsing beneath me as you fall apart in the most devastating way possible.
I don't stop.
I drag you through it, make you feel it, make you take it, make you tremble until you can't take any more, but still, I don't let up.
Your sobs turn into whimpers, your body still clenching, still ruined, still soaking my fingers, still so far gone you don't even realize I'm already pushing you toward another.
I grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet my gaze, a dark smirk curling at my lips as I drag my soaked fingers along your lips, forcing you to taste exactly how ruined you already are.
"You didn't think I was done, did you?"
You whimper.
I press my fingers back inside, deep, relentless, knowing exactly how to push you past the breaking point.
"You left the door open, sweetheart. Now you get to take everything I give you."
Your body shudders violently, still sensitive, still aching, but I don't stop.
I don't let up.
I ruin you again.
And again.
And again.
Until you forget your own name.
Until the only thing left in your head is me.
Your wrists are already secured, trapped by leather straps above your head, rendering you utterly *** Read more…to resist or fight back. All you can do is accept what I'm about to give you.
And you will.
Your body is quivering, needy, aching, pulsating with a desperate energy that's evident in the way your thighs shift, your chest heaves, and your lips part in a silent plea.
I trace a gloved hand down your stomach, slow and deliberate, teasing the sensitive skin along your waist, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower.
You gasp as my fingers brush the inside of your thighs, just enough to make you jerk, just enough to make your body crave the contact like you've forgotten what patience feels like.
So eager already.
You don't even know what you're begging for, do you?
I grip your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to look at me through the mask.
"Use your words, sweetheart."
Your breath catches.
Your thighs clench.
Your lips tremble before they part, voice barely more than a ragged whisper.
"Please."
A dark chuckle rumbles low in my chest.
"Good girl."
I let you feel the slightest touch of my fingers between your legs, a slow, languid stroke through the heat pooling there, teasing, taunting, deliberately avoiding the spot you need me most.
You whimper, your body jerking in frustration, your bound hands tugging uselessly against the restraints as your hips arch, chasing more, pleading without words.
But I don't give it to you.
Not yet.
I want to watch you suffer for it first.
I want to see you squirm, hear you whine, feel you grow wetter with every second I keep you waiting.
You tremble beneath me.
"You can take it, can't you?" My voice is dark, teasing, heavy with amusement. "After all, you wanted this. You left the door open. You wanted me to come inside."
You shudder.
I press my fingers deeper this time, letting you feel just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make your thighs tremble, just enough to make your entire body tense with anticipation.
And then I push inside.
Slow. Deep.
A devastating stretch that has your mouth falling open, your breath breaking into a soft, wrecked sound that makes my smirk deepen.
I feel you clench around me.
Feel the way your body reacts instantly, as if it was made to take this, as if it's been waiting for this moment from the second I first started watching you.
But I don't give you time to adjust.
I start moving.
Steady. Relentless. Cruel.
Dragging my fingers through the heat of you, teasing, pressing, curling just right, just enough to make you shudder, just enough to make your thighs shake, just enough to have you gasping my name like a prayer you never want answered.
"You're so fucking wet for me," I murmur, voice filled with wicked satisfaction. "So fucking easy to break."
You whimper, your back arching, your head tilting back as your body betrays you completely.
The pressure is building, tight and unbearable, your stomach clenching with every slow, torturous stroke of my fingers.
Your breathing stutters, hips rolling, chasing the friction, desperate for more, for faster, for anything that will push you over the edge.
But I don't let you.
Not yet.
I keep you there, hovering, trembling, suffering, my touch never quite enough, my pace never quite what you need.
"Look at you," I taunt, my other hand sliding up to grip your throat, not squeezing, just owning, just reminding you who is in control. "Falling apart so easily. Is this what you wanted? To be completely at my mercy?"
Your breath breaks.
Your hands pull at the leather straps again, useless, ***, exactly where I want you.
"Please," you gasp, voice shattered.
"Please what?" My fingers press deeper, my pace unrelenting, precise, knowing exactly how to destroy you.
You sob.
"Please, let me come."
I smirk.
"Beg for it."
Your entire body tightens, shaking, your voice trembling with desperation.
"Please," you whisper, panting. "Please, I—"
Too slow.
I press my fingers harder, curling deep, forcing the breath from your lungs as your back bows off the bed, as your body tightens around me, as you shatter completely.
Your release crashes into you like a storm, your thighs trembling, your stomach clenching, your entire body convulsing beneath me as you fall apart in the most devastating way possible.
I don't stop.
I drag you through it, make you feel it, make you take it, make you tremble until you can't take any more, but still, I don't let up.
Your sobs turn into whimpers, your body still clenching, still ruined, still soaking my fingers, still so far gone you don't even realize I'm already pushing you toward another.
I grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet my gaze, a dark smirk curling at my lips as I drag my soaked fingers along your lips, forcing you to taste exactly how ruined you already are.
"You didn't think I was done, did you?"
You whimper.
I press my fingers back inside, deep, relentless, knowing exactly how to push you past the breaking point.
"You left the door open, sweetheart. Now you get to take everything I give you."
Your body shudders violently, still sensitive, still aching, but I don't stop.
I don't let up.
I ruin you again.
And again.
And again.
Until you forget your own name.
Until the only thing left in your head is me.
xspiritualbtchx if i believed in heaven, this would be it 🫶🏻 if i believed in heaven, this would be it 🫶🏻
Likeinfamousg1203
· 28.02.2025 22:44:54
MOB TIES ll
M had left Shie's apartment the next morning, leaving her with a sense of longing as she awoke to find the clock reading 7:30 AM. She tried to convince herself that he had important business to attend to, but couldn't shake the feeling that he might regret their passionate encounter. As she lay in Read more…bed, she missed his scent, his touch, and the warmth of his body against hers.
Shie had always been captivated by M's enigmatic aura since the moment they met. She recalled the night at the party when she was cornered by a group of aggressive men, their intentions clear. M appeared out of the shadows, his presence both intimidating and reassuring, and saved her from their clutches. Little did she know that these men were after M, recognizing him as a powerful and dangerous figure in their world, and had targeted her in an attempt to get closer to him.
As she reminisced about their night of passion, her hand instinctively drifted downward, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as she remembered M's rough yet intimate touch. She recalled the intensity of his whispers, the way his lips grazed her ear as he claimed her, sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn't fathom why a man as powerful, attractive, and successful as M would be interested in a college girl like her. But she knew that M was different, a mob boss living a life of danger and excitement. And Shie found herself irresistibly drawn to it.
M returned to the safehouse, joining his brother Jay and cousin T, their laughter echoing through the room. They marveled at M's audacity in not responding to Shie's texts, knowing that the substantial amount of *** he'd given her would ensure she wouldn't forget him easily.
M had a plan to use Shie as a pawn in his dangerous game, knowing that an attractive young college girl would be the perfect bait to ensnare his rivals. If she played her part well, she could seduce them with the promise of sexual favors in exchange for cocaine, infiltrating their inner circle.
Determined to make M proud and submit to his desires, Shie decided to offer him the one thing she believed he truly wanted: more sex. She sent him a text, inviting him to come over early for another evening of passion and wine.
Upon entering her apartment, M was immediately engulfed by the scent of perfume and bleach, the air thick with anticipation. Shie had spent the entire day preparing for his arrival, her face adorned with makeup in an attempt to impress him. M couldn't help but smile inwardly, knowing just how easy it was to manipulate her desires.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed, M inquired about the surprise Shie had promised him. Her cheeks flushed, she instructed him to close his eyes. When he opened them, she was on her knees before him, her top discarded and her lips eager to please.
"Pull down your pants, baby," she commanded, her eyes filled with desire. As M exposed himself, Shie wasted no time, her tongue eagerly exploring his length, her sole focus on maximizing his pleasure.
M gripped her hair tightly, asserting his dominance, "You better show me the respect I deserve while I give you the privilege of sucking my cock." Shie's arousal intensified, her panties soaked with anticipation. "Please fuck my face, sir," she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.
M took control, grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face closer to his throbbing erection. She opened her mouth willingly, accepting his invasion as he thrust deep into her throat. She fought to suppress her gag reflex, her body trembling as M's grip tightened.
Finally, M released her, allowing her to gasp for air as she lay on the ground, her arousal evident in the dampness that had soaked through her panties and pooled on the carpet. M fastened his belt around her neck, the other end in his hand, and commanded her to follow him to the bedroom. "I'm going to break your mind, body, and spirit tonight. I hope you're ready," he growled.
Shie crawled obediently after him, her submission complete as she uttered a breathless, "Yes sir." She knew the night ahead would be long and intense, but her body was already betraying her, her arousal leaking down her legs as she prepared herself for the domination to come.
M led Shie into the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation and ***. The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, heightening the sense of danger and excitement. M wasted no time, pushing her onto the bed, his body towering over her.
He quickly rid her of the remainder of her clothing, his eyes roaming over her exposed body, taking in her vulnerability. Shie lay before him, her chest heaving, her breaths shallow, her eyes wide with a mixture of *** and desire. M's gaze was intense, his hunger for her evident in the way his eyes devoured her.
He began by teasing her, his fingers tracing the contours of her body, his touch both gentle and firm. He toyed with her nipples, pinching them between his fingers, causing her to gasp and arch her back. He moved lower, his fingers delving into her wetness, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Shie moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. She was a slave to his desires, her body responding to his every command. M leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.
With that, he plunged into her, his cock hard and unyielding. Shie cried out, her body struggling to accommodate his size. He didn't give her time to adjust, instead he began to thrust, his movements rough and ***istic. He fucked her with a ferocity she had never experienced before, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he took what he wanted.
Shie's body was on fire, her pussy stretched and sore, her clit swollen and throbbing. She was a mess of sweat and cum, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. M showed no mercy, his thrusts relentless, his grip on her hips bruising.
Finally, with a growl, he came, his hot seed filling her, marking her as his. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy, his breath ragged. Shie lay beneath him, her body spent, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
M pulled out of her, his cock slipping from her body with a wet pop. He stood up, his body glistening with sweat, his cock still hard and ready for more. Shie watched him, her body still trembling, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.
M looked down at her, his eyes cold and calculating. "Get on your knees," he commanded. Shie obeyed, her body trembling as she knelt before him. M grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards his cock. "Suck it," he ordered, his voice cold and cruel.
Shie took him in her mouth, her tongue circling the head of his cock, her lips stretched around his girth. M fucked her mouth, his thrusts rough and unyielding. Shie gagged, tears streaming down her face as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
Finally, with a grunt, he came, his hot seed filling her mouth, spilling down her chin. Shie swallowed, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. M pulled out of her mouth, his cock softening as he looked down at her.
"You did well," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. Shie nodded, her body still trembling, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. She was his, body and soul, and she knew that she would do anything he asked of her.
Shie had always been captivated by M's enigmatic aura since the moment they met. She recalled the night at the party when she was cornered by a group of aggressive men, their intentions clear. M appeared out of the shadows, his presence both intimidating and reassuring, and saved her from their clutches. Little did she know that these men were after M, recognizing him as a powerful and dangerous figure in their world, and had targeted her in an attempt to get closer to him.
As she reminisced about their night of passion, her hand instinctively drifted downward, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as she remembered M's rough yet intimate touch. She recalled the intensity of his whispers, the way his lips grazed her ear as he claimed her, sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn't fathom why a man as powerful, attractive, and successful as M would be interested in a college girl like her. But she knew that M was different, a mob boss living a life of danger and excitement. And Shie found herself irresistibly drawn to it.
M returned to the safehouse, joining his brother Jay and cousin T, their laughter echoing through the room. They marveled at M's audacity in not responding to Shie's texts, knowing that the substantial amount of *** he'd given her would ensure she wouldn't forget him easily.
M had a plan to use Shie as a pawn in his dangerous game, knowing that an attractive young college girl would be the perfect bait to ensnare his rivals. If she played her part well, she could seduce them with the promise of sexual favors in exchange for cocaine, infiltrating their inner circle.
Determined to make M proud and submit to his desires, Shie decided to offer him the one thing she believed he truly wanted: more sex. She sent him a text, inviting him to come over early for another evening of passion and wine.
Upon entering her apartment, M was immediately engulfed by the scent of perfume and bleach, the air thick with anticipation. Shie had spent the entire day preparing for his arrival, her face adorned with makeup in an attempt to impress him. M couldn't help but smile inwardly, knowing just how easy it was to manipulate her desires.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed, M inquired about the surprise Shie had promised him. Her cheeks flushed, she instructed him to close his eyes. When he opened them, she was on her knees before him, her top discarded and her lips eager to please.
"Pull down your pants, baby," she commanded, her eyes filled with desire. As M exposed himself, Shie wasted no time, her tongue eagerly exploring his length, her sole focus on maximizing his pleasure.
M gripped her hair tightly, asserting his dominance, "You better show me the respect I deserve while I give you the privilege of sucking my cock." Shie's arousal intensified, her panties soaked with anticipation. "Please fuck my face, sir," she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.
M took control, grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face closer to his throbbing erection. She opened her mouth willingly, accepting his invasion as he thrust deep into her throat. She fought to suppress her gag reflex, her body trembling as M's grip tightened.
Finally, M released her, allowing her to gasp for air as she lay on the ground, her arousal evident in the dampness that had soaked through her panties and pooled on the carpet. M fastened his belt around her neck, the other end in his hand, and commanded her to follow him to the bedroom. "I'm going to break your mind, body, and spirit tonight. I hope you're ready," he growled.
Shie crawled obediently after him, her submission complete as she uttered a breathless, "Yes sir." She knew the night ahead would be long and intense, but her body was already betraying her, her arousal leaking down her legs as she prepared herself for the domination to come.
M led Shie into the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation and ***. The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, heightening the sense of danger and excitement. M wasted no time, pushing her onto the bed, his body towering over her.
He quickly rid her of the remainder of her clothing, his eyes roaming over her exposed body, taking in her vulnerability. Shie lay before him, her chest heaving, her breaths shallow, her eyes wide with a mixture of *** and desire. M's gaze was intense, his hunger for her evident in the way his eyes devoured her.
He began by teasing her, his fingers tracing the contours of her body, his touch both gentle and firm. He toyed with her nipples, pinching them between his fingers, causing her to gasp and arch her back. He moved lower, his fingers delving into her wetness, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Shie moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. She was a slave to his desires, her body responding to his every command. M leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.
With that, he plunged into her, his cock hard and unyielding. Shie cried out, her body struggling to accommodate his size. He didn't give her time to adjust, instead he began to thrust, his movements rough and ***istic. He fucked her with a ferocity she had never experienced before, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he took what he wanted.
Shie's body was on fire, her pussy stretched and sore, her clit swollen and throbbing. She was a mess of sweat and cum, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. M showed no mercy, his thrusts relentless, his grip on her hips bruising.
Finally, with a growl, he came, his hot seed filling her, marking her as his. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy, his breath ragged. Shie lay beneath him, her body spent, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
M pulled out of her, his cock slipping from her body with a wet pop. He stood up, his body glistening with sweat, his cock still hard and ready for more. Shie watched him, her body still trembling, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.
M looked down at her, his eyes cold and calculating. "Get on your knees," he commanded. Shie obeyed, her body trembling as she knelt before him. M grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards his cock. "Suck it," he ordered, his voice cold and cruel.
Shie took him in her mouth, her tongue circling the head of his cock, her lips stretched around his girth. M fucked her mouth, his thrusts rough and unyielding. Shie gagged, tears streaming down her face as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
Finally, with a grunt, he came, his hot seed filling her mouth, spilling down her chin. Shie swallowed, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. M pulled out of her mouth, his cock softening as he looked down at her.
"You did well," he said, his voice cold and emotionless. Shie nodded, her body still trembling, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. She was his, body and soul, and she knew that she would do anything he asked of her.
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Shie knew she was in a dangerous situation. All she had wanted was some quick cash, but she had gotten involved with the wrong people and now she was going to pay a steep price for it. Her cellphone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out.
"Return to the office immediately or face the Read more…consequences"
She had no choice but to go back. It had been foolish to run from the mafia, which she now knew they were.
Initially, it had only been a charming young man who had offered her some quick cash at the gas station if she dropped a bag off for him outside of a house. She had found the request odd and a little suspicious at first, but when he explained it was his nieces who had accidentally left it with him and he was in a hurry to catch a plane, it seemed harmless. Plus, he looked wealthy in his navy suit, was incredibly handsome, and drove a Nice Benz, so when he pulled out a briefcase full of bands of hundred-dollar bills and offered her one thousand dollars she couldn't resist. She needed the *** anyway, she was a broke college girl who had been telling herself she was too good for a minimum wage job while slowly running out of the *** her parents had left her in their will before they died in a car crash. When the man offered her the ***, not only did she not care if he was lying about what was in the bag, but she even asked for his number "in case anything went wrong". She made sure to say it like that so he wouldn't think she was into him or anything like that, but couldn't help glancing at his hand to make sure there was no ring as she said goodbye.
It ended up being the easiest thousand dollars she had ever made in her life. The address that the man had given her was only a few miles away, and all she did was drop the bag off at the front doorstep. She was happy she had the man's number, M, he had told her.
His smile flashed through her head as she whipped out her phone, "Just dropped it off! Thank you so much, have a great trip". She knew he had been in a rush to catch his plane, so she wasn't necessarily looking for a quick response. Still, she wanted him to respond, because he seemed like he had his life together and she could use some financial security in her life. Plus, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept with a guy who wasn't a complete loser. She was sick of the lame college guys who wanted to talk about their last exam or the upcoming career fair. She deserved better than those guys. She *was* better than those guys. She figured he'd at least respond "no problem" or something before the end of the night, then she could take it from there. Secretly, she was hoping he had found her cute which is why he had been so generous, and he'd send a text asking her out.
Hours passed by that night and M never responded. Shie started getting anxious. Should she have been more forward in her text? Asked him to get coffee maybe? Seen if he needed anything else? Did he really just need that package delivered and didn't care who he sent to do it? Maybe he blocked her already. She got up out of bed and went into the kitchen. She glanced at the clock, 3 am. Whatever, she told herself, I don't give a shit anyway, I made a thousand bucks, I should be celebrating. She poured herself a glass of wine.
One glass soon turned to five and she took her phone back out. What do I have to lose anyway? She thought as she typed, "Hey, just making sure you got in safely. Wanna come over for a glass of wine when you get back? I feel like I need to properly thank you ;). If that wasn't forward enough, she didn't know what was. Feeling satisfied, she went downstairs and laid back down in her bed. Her phone buzzed. Her heart started racing. She grabbed her phone - "Hey! I actually missed my flight and have been working from home... I just finished, are you around tonight?" Shie couldn't believe it had worked. She quickly told him yes and sent him her address. She quickly got up and started getting ready, she wanted to put on her best show for him.
M arrived about thirty minutes later. He was in the same suit he had on before, and his dark hair was a bit wet from the rain outside. Shie eagerly hurried him inside and offered him a seat on her couch. Without asking him, she poured them each a large glass of wine.
"So M, what was this business trip for, what do you do?"
M smiled and took a sip of wine. He then leaned in so his face was close to Shie's. Her face was already a bit flushed from being drunk, but she blushed even more and felt extremely hot all of a sudden. In a voice barely above a whisper he said, "I do secret business Shie" and gave her a quick wink. She knew he was into her, he had to be.
Shie put on her best innocent face, leaned closer while putting her hand on his leg and whispered, "are you a bad man?". He said yes, and with that she mounted him and started furiously making out with him. It didn't take long for him to pick her up and move her to the bed, where things progressed quickly. In less than a minute they were naked.
"Be bad to me M" Shie whispered longingly in his ear. She was awestruck as his expression turned to mischievous and he told her to put her hands through the bedpost. She thought he was going to tie her up, which sounded so hot, but she had no idea what he was planning on using. She was surprised when he reached down into his suit and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Wow, she thought, he must be an undercover cop or something, that is so hot. He handcuffed her hands to the bed and gave her a little slap on her cheek.
"Time to have some fun with you". He then reached down and grabbed the panties she had been wearing, and roughly shoved them deep into her mouth. She struggled not to *** on them and was a bit surprised he hadn't asked her if she was ok with this, but was into it so it really didn't matter. He then grabbed a headband of hers that was on her desk and tied it tightly around her mouth, keeping the panties stuffed in. He sat up for a moment and watch her as she struggled and moaned softly into her gag. "There's one thing that's missing" he said and grabbed a bandana that she had and tied it around her eyes. Shie was so wet by now that she started begging M to fuck her through her gag. She couldn't control herself and was writhing up and down, moaning for his dick. Suddenly she felt something hard touch her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt his rock-hard cock slide into her vagina. He pushed in it slowly at first and started riding her at what felt like a snail's pace to Shie. She begged him to go faster, she wanted him to pound her pussy. He didn't give it to her though, just kept rocking in slow motion back and forth. She had never wanted to be fucked so hard in her life, after about three minutes she couldn't take it and started screaming for his dick through her gag.
M stopped for a second, gave her a hard slap to the face, and placed two fingers on her clitoris and started rubbing. She groaned as her eyes went to the back of her head. Before she knew what was happening, she felt his cock ramming her pussy at a pace completely opposite of before. Her eyes widened in shock as her body caught up to her pussy, which was being completely stimulated by both M's rock-hard penis and his two fingers that were still rubbing her clit. She had never felt so high in her life. His cock seemed to explore every part of her pussy, roughly sliding past her the tender walls of her vagina to her G spot. He did not stop shoving his dick in and out until Shie's hips started bucking and he knew she was close to her orgasm. He suddenly stopped fucking her and kept his dick deep inside her pussy while taking his hand off her clit.
He roughly grabbed her by the cheeks and whispered, "I'm not letting you off the hook that easy". He then wrapped his hand around her throat and started squeezing with minimal pressure. The gag in Shie's mouth had already made in hard to breath, so even a little bit of pressure made getting air a lot more difficult. She struggled to breath but noticed a stimulating sensation coming back to her pussy. He had started fucking her again. As he fucked her he went faster and faster with every stroke, and squeezed harder and harder on her neck. Shie was barely getting any air but was so close to cumming. Suddenly she was getting no air, and was completely choking as she began her orgasm. She kept cumming for longer than she ever had before, and finally M let up on her neck and she could breathe again. He untied her blindfold and gag and unlocked the handcuffs. Shie looked around and realized the bed was soaked in both of their sweat and in her cum. She looked sheepishly at M and then they both laughed. In a matter of minutes she was asleep in his arms and the happiest girl in the world.
"Return to the office immediately or face the Read more…consequences"
She had no choice but to go back. It had been foolish to run from the mafia, which she now knew they were.
Initially, it had only been a charming young man who had offered her some quick cash at the gas station if she dropped a bag off for him outside of a house. She had found the request odd and a little suspicious at first, but when he explained it was his nieces who had accidentally left it with him and he was in a hurry to catch a plane, it seemed harmless. Plus, he looked wealthy in his navy suit, was incredibly handsome, and drove a Nice Benz, so when he pulled out a briefcase full of bands of hundred-dollar bills and offered her one thousand dollars she couldn't resist. She needed the *** anyway, she was a broke college girl who had been telling herself she was too good for a minimum wage job while slowly running out of the *** her parents had left her in their will before they died in a car crash. When the man offered her the ***, not only did she not care if he was lying about what was in the bag, but she even asked for his number "in case anything went wrong". She made sure to say it like that so he wouldn't think she was into him or anything like that, but couldn't help glancing at his hand to make sure there was no ring as she said goodbye.
It ended up being the easiest thousand dollars she had ever made in her life. The address that the man had given her was only a few miles away, and all she did was drop the bag off at the front doorstep. She was happy she had the man's number, M, he had told her.
His smile flashed through her head as she whipped out her phone, "Just dropped it off! Thank you so much, have a great trip". She knew he had been in a rush to catch his plane, so she wasn't necessarily looking for a quick response. Still, she wanted him to respond, because he seemed like he had his life together and she could use some financial security in her life. Plus, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept with a guy who wasn't a complete loser. She was sick of the lame college guys who wanted to talk about their last exam or the upcoming career fair. She deserved better than those guys. She *was* better than those guys. She figured he'd at least respond "no problem" or something before the end of the night, then she could take it from there. Secretly, she was hoping he had found her cute which is why he had been so generous, and he'd send a text asking her out.
Hours passed by that night and M never responded. Shie started getting anxious. Should she have been more forward in her text? Asked him to get coffee maybe? Seen if he needed anything else? Did he really just need that package delivered and didn't care who he sent to do it? Maybe he blocked her already. She got up out of bed and went into the kitchen. She glanced at the clock, 3 am. Whatever, she told herself, I don't give a shit anyway, I made a thousand bucks, I should be celebrating. She poured herself a glass of wine.
One glass soon turned to five and she took her phone back out. What do I have to lose anyway? She thought as she typed, "Hey, just making sure you got in safely. Wanna come over for a glass of wine when you get back? I feel like I need to properly thank you ;). If that wasn't forward enough, she didn't know what was. Feeling satisfied, she went downstairs and laid back down in her bed. Her phone buzzed. Her heart started racing. She grabbed her phone - "Hey! I actually missed my flight and have been working from home... I just finished, are you around tonight?" Shie couldn't believe it had worked. She quickly told him yes and sent him her address. She quickly got up and started getting ready, she wanted to put on her best show for him.
M arrived about thirty minutes later. He was in the same suit he had on before, and his dark hair was a bit wet from the rain outside. Shie eagerly hurried him inside and offered him a seat on her couch. Without asking him, she poured them each a large glass of wine.
"So M, what was this business trip for, what do you do?"
M smiled and took a sip of wine. He then leaned in so his face was close to Shie's. Her face was already a bit flushed from being drunk, but she blushed even more and felt extremely hot all of a sudden. In a voice barely above a whisper he said, "I do secret business Shie" and gave her a quick wink. She knew he was into her, he had to be.
Shie put on her best innocent face, leaned closer while putting her hand on his leg and whispered, "are you a bad man?". He said yes, and with that she mounted him and started furiously making out with him. It didn't take long for him to pick her up and move her to the bed, where things progressed quickly. In less than a minute they were naked.
"Be bad to me M" Shie whispered longingly in his ear. She was awestruck as his expression turned to mischievous and he told her to put her hands through the bedpost. She thought he was going to tie her up, which sounded so hot, but she had no idea what he was planning on using. She was surprised when he reached down into his suit and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Wow, she thought, he must be an undercover cop or something, that is so hot. He handcuffed her hands to the bed and gave her a little slap on her cheek.
"Time to have some fun with you". He then reached down and grabbed the panties she had been wearing, and roughly shoved them deep into her mouth. She struggled not to *** on them and was a bit surprised he hadn't asked her if she was ok with this, but was into it so it really didn't matter. He then grabbed a headband of hers that was on her desk and tied it tightly around her mouth, keeping the panties stuffed in. He sat up for a moment and watch her as she struggled and moaned softly into her gag. "There's one thing that's missing" he said and grabbed a bandana that she had and tied it around her eyes. Shie was so wet by now that she started begging M to fuck her through her gag. She couldn't control herself and was writhing up and down, moaning for his dick. Suddenly she felt something hard touch her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy as she felt his rock-hard cock slide into her vagina. He pushed in it slowly at first and started riding her at what felt like a snail's pace to Shie. She begged him to go faster, she wanted him to pound her pussy. He didn't give it to her though, just kept rocking in slow motion back and forth. She had never wanted to be fucked so hard in her life, after about three minutes she couldn't take it and started screaming for his dick through her gag.
M stopped for a second, gave her a hard slap to the face, and placed two fingers on her clitoris and started rubbing. She groaned as her eyes went to the back of her head. Before she knew what was happening, she felt his cock ramming her pussy at a pace completely opposite of before. Her eyes widened in shock as her body caught up to her pussy, which was being completely stimulated by both M's rock-hard penis and his two fingers that were still rubbing her clit. She had never felt so high in her life. His cock seemed to explore every part of her pussy, roughly sliding past her the tender walls of her vagina to her G spot. He did not stop shoving his dick in and out until Shie's hips started bucking and he knew she was close to her orgasm. He suddenly stopped fucking her and kept his dick deep inside her pussy while taking his hand off her clit.
He roughly grabbed her by the cheeks and whispered, "I'm not letting you off the hook that easy". He then wrapped his hand around her throat and started squeezing with minimal pressure. The gag in Shie's mouth had already made in hard to breath, so even a little bit of pressure made getting air a lot more difficult. She struggled to breath but noticed a stimulating sensation coming back to her pussy. He had started fucking her again. As he fucked her he went faster and faster with every stroke, and squeezed harder and harder on her neck. Shie was barely getting any air but was so close to cumming. Suddenly she was getting no air, and was completely choking as she began her orgasm. She kept cumming for longer than she ever had before, and finally M let up on her neck and she could breathe again. He untied her blindfold and gag and unlocked the handcuffs. Shie looked around and realized the bed was soaked in both of their sweat and in her cum. She looked sheepishly at M and then they both laughed. In a matter of minutes she was asleep in his arms and the happiest girl in the world.
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