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This next game doesn’t involve your mouth, little one. Don’t worry though; when we’re done, you’ll still get to lick me clean.
It’s always enjoyable to see a woman serving her purpose well.
Our connection runs deeper…
The things we do are the epitome of wanton lust, but the foundation of trust and love is omnipresent.
Reach back and spread while you ride me. I want to see all your secret places, which belong to me and only me.
A hard night’s use is always capped off wonderfully by throwing her in the elevator naked, followed by a bundle of her clothing. If she was particularly useful, it will be a full outfit. If she wasn’t, she’ll be lucky to get full coverag
The shade is real. I’ve always thought doing the alphabet in cursive was fun.
Her arms bound, forced forwards beyond a position where she could balance or hold herself in place, she was entirely at his mercy. Fully subject to his will. He moved her as he wanted. Used her as he wanted.
This is mine, little one. Buck your hips all you want, needy, because we’ll be doing this for as long as I want.
When the answer is the same for both, you know you’ve made it.
On your hands and knees, bracing for me. Panting your need as I consume you.
There isn’t any part of you that isn’t entirely mine. Fucking your ass as I spit in your mouth, it’s underlined for both of us.
You’re lucky your struggles are amusing to me; it means this won’t hurt as bad as it might. But this is still gonna be pretty fucking rough for you.
This is an amazing position. She’s not braced in any way, forced to hold that position by her bonds and her willpower.
These kind of tattoos are incredibly hot. With this permanent mark upon your skin, you’ll never be naked again. Not only does this one display ownership, it also conveys a threat. Fucking hot.
“When I cum, you can breathe again.” He growled into her ear, and felt her clench around him. But she clenched much harder when he added, “Well… probably.”
She hoped it was the last time. Begged, even. He smiled, thinking how that could be interpreted two ways, as he pushed her head back under the water. Possibly for the last time.
I trained you to be able to take this so that I could use you as I pleased.You’re welcome.
“Stop what I’m doing? No chance. But feel free to tell your mother hello from me. Just tell her I’ve got my nose in something and I’ll catch her next time.”
Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently
Why would anyone want to recover from this?
Some days I feel like this. So much raw, frenetic energy and turbulence within me that I have to push it out into the distance. So when my eyes flash and my chuckle booms a little louder than normal, when the lines around my eyes seem tense and betray
Your faces when you have to answer the door because hotel security is about to tell you to keep it the fuck down in there.
She was grace and joy and all the fluid forms of beauty, art trapped in a body with mortal concerns but an immortal disposition; she was all I sought.
You’ve earned that proud smile, pet.
Deliciously wicked thoughts can make for the best good girls.
Bring you closer in service to me…
The promise behind her eyes ignited a fire I didn’t even try to contain.
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Your canvas, Sir…
“Yes Sir, please” is always an acceptable response, little lady.
Did I change your reality the way you changed mine?
Never be content. You can always provide more use, more pleasure. Push yourself to be the best for him.
The crook of one finger is all the pressure required to pull her inevitably to him.
I claim things with my hands, and my words. The act of possession has always been tangible for me, but at some point I learned to capture as completely with my words. She claims things with her teeth. Any part of me is fair game for a nibble when she’s
What tonight has in store for you won’t require your hands or tongue, little one. Not until much, much later.
Face pressed to the floor, ass reddening as fast as my hand can fall, and mingled with your tears are moans and pleas for more…
Completely consumed by his power she surrenders control, doing all that she can to increase his pleasure. As it should be.
Let the world do what it will and stay right here in this moment; with me.
That vacant-yet-ready-for-use expression… clearly this one knows what she’s for.
Make my hands your home.
I very much want to re-create this photo, little lady.
It always brings a smile to my face to watch such an enthusiastic cocksucker go to work. Someone is doing her best to earn those two little words.
Those wide, innocent eyes.All you desire in the world is just to be a good girl for daddy, isn’t it?
Treat her so well she begins to look down on storybook heroes.
“My Heart Still Holds”-C. Quinn
“Last First Kiss”- C. Quinn
She falls into position with practiced ease, ass high in the air and ready for whatever he wishes.
It doesn’t matter where we are, my playful pet. When I want to see you, I’ll see you. The way your eyes light up as I demonstrate my ownership of your body is as arousing as you are.
When I told you I’d let you have a pet of your own, I made sure you understood you’d be responsible for feeding her, and keeping her hydrated. Everything is a privilege that can be revoked; I’m glad to see you’re taking your duties seriously.
A warm, wet hole with a handle is all you are to me tonight.
The tape won’t come off gently, and you will absolutely be held accountable for your reaction. Now. Let’s see who learned their fucking lesson.
After she’s edged the three times required of her, she’ll get down on her knees and practice her deep-throating technique, cleaning off her toy before finishing cleansing herself.
“Shh… I know it can be scary. Is it too much?” His hands were gentle, but firm. His strength guided her, consumed her. His eyes sought hers, knowing how deep she was, but reading her as he would a book.She was almost non-verbal, but clearly
“Icarus of Love”-C. Quinn
You’ll never forget. We both know it.
With one sharp yank, a tangled mess of hair firmly in hand, he shuts off her doubts and concerns; allowing her to lose herself in the carnality of the moment is a gift, and she fucking loves it.
