Tempting Tales

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 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 cock 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. “Come with me,” I growled, and she did, her body clenching around me as I spilled 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.

The door clicks shut, and the silence hits me hard. The weight of the day’s still there, but the second I see her—my girl—nothing else matters. She’s sitting at her desk, face lit up by that soft glow of the screen, completely unaware of how I’m watching her.

And just like that, it’s over. I’m still tired, sure—but that hunger? That’s louder. She’s in my space, under my roof, wearing my shirt and nothing else, like she forgot who it belongs to. Like she forgot who she belongs to.

I don’t say a word—I don’t need to. I walk up behind her, my hand sliding into her hair, tugging just enough to make her tilt her head back. She gasps, body reacting to me before her mind even catches up. Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak—because she sees it in my eyes. The need. The obsession. That dark, undeniable claim I’ve got on her.

“You left me waiting,” I murmur against her jaw, my teeth grazing her skin as I move down her throat, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. “You were sitting here working while I was out there losing my mind thinking about you.” My hand moves lower, fingers trailing down her stomach, slipping under the edge of that shirt that barely covers her. “I should punish you for that.”

Her breath catches, thighs pressing together like she already knows what’s coming—but I don’t let her. My hand slides between them, fingers spreading her open, making sure there’s no escape. Her head falls back against my shoulder, her body melting into mine because she knows—fighting me is pointless. There’s nowhere to go. There’s only me. Only this.

“I’m too tired to be gentle,” I whisper in her ear, my teeth dragging over the skin. “Too tired to ask. I’ll take what’s mine—and you’ll give it to me. Because you belong to me.”

I pull her up from the chair, keeping my grip firm around her throat as I walk her to the bed. When her knees hit the edge, I push her forward, watching her fall onto her hands, her body right where I want it. I press down over her, my weight keeping her pinned, my breath heavy against her ear.

“You know better,” I growl, my hand sliding between her thighs again, spreading her open until she’s gasping—already wet, already mine. “You know better than to make me wait. I’m not patient. I’m not gentle. Not after a day like this.”

When I take her, it’s with no hesitation—just hunger, just need. My hand stays around her throat, keeping her still, making her take every inch. Making sure she remembers exactly who owns her. My girl. My possession. The only thing that keeps me sane and drives me crazy all at once.

I don’t stop until my name is the only thing she remembers how to say. Until she’s covered in my marks, my fingerprints on her skin, my obsession buried so deep inside her she’ll still feel it tomorrow.

“I’ll sleep when I’m done with you,” I whisper against her hair, “and not a second before.”

Because no matter how tired I am, I’ll always need you more.

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 helpless 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, helpless, 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.

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 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 money 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 fear. 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 fear 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 animalistic. 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 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 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 money 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 money her parents had left her in their will before they died in a car crash. When the man offered her the money, 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 choke 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.

Noha sat nervously on the edge of her chair, her heart pounding in her chest. The room was filled with the chatter of women, all engaged in their own conversations, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within her. She glanced at her phone, the screen displaying a series of missed messages from Talleb. Each one was more urgent than the last, each one a reminder of her disobedience.

She had promised him she would wake up early, complete her tasks, and submit to him before he left for work. But sleep had been too tempting, and now she was paying the price. The gathering was a family affair, a rare occasion where all the women of the extended family came together. It was supposed to be a time of bonding, but for Noha, it felt like a prison.

Her phone buzzed again, and she quickly glanced at the latest message: "Come to the back garden immediately." Her stomach churned as she stood up, excusing herself from the group. The walk to the back garden felt like an eternity, each step heavier than the last. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her knees weak.

The garden was secluded, hidden from view by tall hedges and a high wall. Talleb stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern. He was dressed in his work attire, a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, his tie loosened at the collar. His eyes were cold, piercing through her like daggers.

"You overslept," he stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Noha nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Talleb. I... I just couldn't wake up."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You made a promise, Noha. Promises are not something you take lightly."

She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his disappointment. "I know. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

Talleb's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it. "Oh, you will. But first, you need to learn your lesson."

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a small bench near the rose bushes. He forced her down onto it, her legs spread wide as he positioned himself between them. His hands moved to her hijab, pulling it off and tossing it aside. She shivered, feeling exposed despite the seclusion of the garden.

"Spread your legs wider," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Noha obeyed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Talleb knelt down, his fingers deftly unzipping her jeans. He tugged them down, along with her underwear, leaving her completely bare. The cool air against her skin made her gasp, but Talleb's touch was even colder.

He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, teasing her with light strokes. "You disobeyed me, Noha. Now you will feel the consequences."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a whimper. "Please, Talleb, not here..."

He ignored her plea, his fingers delving deeper. "You should have thought of that before you decided to lie to me."

His fingers found her clit, circling it slowly. Noha's breath hitched, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. She tried to close her legs, but his grip on her thighs was firm, unyielding.

"No," he said softly, his tone brooking no argument. "You will stay still and take your punishment."

Her eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. She hated how much she craved his touch, how easily he could bring her to the brink with just a few strokes. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and she could feel her climax building.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Feel it, Noha. Feel how good it is to obey."

Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking release. Talleb's other hand moved to her breast, squeezing roughly through her blouse. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

Talleb didn't stop, his fingers relentless as he milked every ounce of pleasure from her. When she finally collapsed against the bench, breathless and trembling, he stood up, wiping his fingers on her jeans.

"Get dressed," he ordered, his voice cold once more. "And remember this moment. Next time you decide to disobey, think about how it feels to be used like this."

Noha fumbled with her clothes, her hands shaking. She wanted to protest, to tell him how unfair it was, but the words died in her throat. She knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mood.

As she pulled her jeans back up, she felt a deep sense of shame. She had been reduced to nothing more than a toy for his pleasure, a tool to teach her a lesson. And yet, part of her couldn't deny the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline that came with being so thoroughly dominated.

Talleb watched her intently, his eyes narrowing as he saw the mix of emotions playing across her face. "Good girl," he said finally, his tone softening slightly. "Now go back inside. And don't forget your tasks."

Noha nodded, her head bowed. She turned to leave, but Talleb's voice stopped her.

"One more thing," he added, his tone once again icy. "If you ever disobey me again, it won't be just my fingers you feel. Do you understand?"

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Yes, Talleb. I understand."

With that, she hurried back to the gathering, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. She knew she had to do better, had to prove to him that she could be trusted. But the memory of his touch lingered, a constant reminder of her submission.

As she rejoined the group, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every glance, every whisper, felt like a judgment on her behavior. She kept her head down, focusing on the task at hand, determined to make amends.

But deep down, she knew that Talleb's control over her was only growing stronger. And she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it.

Noha tried to focus on the conversation around her, but her mind kept drifting back to the garden and Talleb's harsh words. She was talking to her sister, Layla, when something Layla said made her heart skip a beat.

"I saw Talleb earlier," Layla mentioned casually, "at the same place where you two were just now. But he wasn't with you. He was with Mom."

Noha's eyes widened in shock. "With Mom? Are you sure?"

Layla nodded, oblivious to Noha's inner turmoil. "Yeah, they looked pretty cozy. I thought it was weird since he usually only talks to Dad or us girls."

Noha felt a chill run down her spine. Was she being manipulated? Was this some twisted game Talleb was playing to train her, to assert his control not just over her, but over the entire family? The thought made her stomach churn.

She glanced around the room, noticing how everyone seemed to defer to Talleb's authority. Even her parents, who were usually the heads of the household, seemed to respect his decisions implicitly. What secret was he hiding that gave him such power? Why did everyone listen to him so unquestioningly?

As the questions swirled in her mind, Noha couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something crucial. Talleb's control over her was undeniable, but it seemed to extend far beyond just their relationship. There was a web of influence he wielded, one that left her feeling trapped and powerless.

Determined to uncover the truth, Noha resolved to observe more closely, to see if there were any cracks in Talleb's facade. If he was manipulating the family, she needed to find out why and how. The stakes were too high for her to remain in the dark any longer.

But as she watched the interactions around her, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. Talleb's power was pervasive, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to resist it, let alone expose it

Wanted to create some more unique questions for y'all. Feel free to reblog and ask :

What are the ideal nudes that someone could send you?
Have you ever humped a pillow until you came? Would you?
Hottest food someone can eat?
Genie granted you three NSFW wishes. What are you wishing for?
Something you did in bed and would NEVER do again?
Something you did in bed and would LOVE to do again?
Something you never did in bed and would rather never do?
Something you never did in bed and would love to do?
Look around yourself. You are EXTREMELY horny. What unusual object are you using to get off?
What slasher killer would you love to get railed by and why?
What kink/fantasy of yours are you the most embarrassed about? Why?
What’s the weirdest thing that turned you on? Did you masturbate to it? Would you do it again?
What is your darkest kink?
What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH?
Are you happy with the type of genital you have? If not, would you want the opposite? Why?
You masterbated yourself to starvation. What’s the top number 1 food you crave RN?
What’s the best term that describes you sexually?
You can do only ONE thing to your partner sex-wise for an entire month. What is your pick?
Would you be able to go full month just pleasing your partner daily, without getting anything back?
What hairstyle you find attractive?
What video of you would you love to take sometimes? Why haven’t you yet?
What’s a toy you’d love to use? Why?
What’s your favourite thing about a quickie?
Have you or would you ever masturbate with toothpaste/tiger balm/numbing balm etc.?
Have you ever kissed someone of the same gender? What’s the best part on it?
What’s the most flattering thing someone’s said about your naked body?
What’s a part of clothing you would love to see your crush/partner in?
What does your ideal one night stand look like?
Do you have a favourite CNC scenario? Which is it?
Favourite position to give oral? And to receive?
What’s your fantasy celebrity threesome?
What is your most unusual turn on?
Do you have some songs you wanna get railed to?
What’s your opinion on anal?
Do you like to have rough sex? What you love the most?
Do you like to have sensual sex? What you love the most?
What’s your opinion on sexting?
Do you like getting teased in public? Why or why not?
What’s your biggest sexual pet peeve?
What are you favourite pet names to be called during sex?
What’s the best orgasm you had in past months?
Do you like going commando?
What language is the sexiest?
Is FreeUse hot? Why?
What would you love to roleplay as in bed?
What scent you find arousing?
Favourite way of being degraded?
Favourite way of being praised?
Favourite thing to do when dominating?
Favourite thing to do when being dominated?
Have you ever tried something only for it to become a hard limit of yours? How so?
Would you be willing to try something off limits? If yes, what would the circumstances have to be?
Do you like to be intoxicated during sex? How? Why?
Would you like to expose yourself/get exposed? If yes, are there some limits?
Best romantic evening setting, go!
Best sexual evening setting, go!
Would you watch porn with your partner? What would be your pick?
Would you ever participate in a goon day/weekend?
Would you ever participate in Locktober?
Would you ever participate in NoNutNovember?
Do you like tattoos or piercings on your partner? What would be the best places for them to have them?
What is a sex-challenge you would create? Would you do it with your partner or solo?
What is something you always wanted to ask your partner but didn’t had the courage to?
What is something you would love your partner to forget about you?
Is there a kink/fetish you would like your partner to have? Why?
Is there a kink/fetish you would like your partner NOT to have? Why?
Considering you ABSOLUTELY WOULD HAVE to do the next thing your partner will ask you to. What do YOU wish that would be?
Do you trust your partner enough to be their no-limit sex slave for 24 hours? Why not? What would be the limits?
Would you let your partner pimp you out?
THIS OR THAT?
Ropes or Cuffs?
Furries or Robots?
Fully naked or Fully clothed?
Take Erotic photos of someone or Let someone take erotic photos of you?
What’s a better gag? Panties or Socks?
Creampie or Throatpie?
Cuck someone or Get cucked?
Blunt pain or Sharp pain?
Obedient sub or Bratty sub?
Forever watch porn or Forever read porn
Proffesional or Amateur porn?
Feet or Hands?
Lights on or lights off?
Have a harem of men or Have a harem of women?
Truth or dare or FapRoulette?
Multiple orgasms vs Orgasm denial?
Nylons or Fishnets?
Pet or Slave?
Worship ass or Worship feet?
Mommy/Daddy or Master/Mistress?
Bites vs Slaps?
Bruises vs Cuts?
Latex or Leather?
FOR PEOPLE WITH VAGINAS:
Do you like your clit touched? How is it best?
Favourite way to jerk off?
Best thing about having a vagina?
What’s the nicest compliment you ever got about your vagina? What you think should be complimented on it?
FOR PEOPLE WITH PENISES:
Favorite blowjob technique?
Favorite way to jerk off?
Best thing about having a penis?
What’s the nicest compliment you ever got about your penis? What you think should be complimented on it?
BONUS QUESTIONS!
Are you satisfied with your sex life? If not, what would you change? If yes, is there something you would still like to improve to make it even better?
Are you satisfied with yourself in bed? What you think you lack? What you think you excel at?
Did you found out something new about yourself?
Considering you and your sex life, is there something you are so PROUD OF you would brag about it on reddit? (Or tumblr lol, Stole this from reddit)
Considering you are going to have sex today, what are some things you would love to experience?

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!

Stage 5: Corruption
It's obvious at this point that my sub is whimpering beneath my feet, completely bent to my will, and is begging physically for me to take them. Sure their senses are awakened and their physical pussy is wet for the taking, but this is the important stage. As long as their mind is intact, they can always become a brat. I intend to break that mind.
And the best way to corrupt them is through a method I like to call 'touch and whisper'. Now that they are in the lucid state their body reacts immediately to my commands. And hence the moment I touch them, they will melt beneath my palms.
The more I keep pressing my hands against their naked, degraded self, they will lose all self control. I'll touch them where they will least expect it. I'll make a mess of their body with my experienced fingers. Their body will part ways for my fingers to clench to their pussy and tease it gently. Moans will escape their mouth the moment I toy around with their ass cheeks.
It's important to always keep your hand on their body at all times, so that you keep reminding them who is in control. Once I have the desired result of how their body reacts to my touches and spankings, I know it's time to go rough, go primal. With words.
I have already activated physical roughness, pounding deep and hard into their pussy, giving them no room to breathe. I lean my body forward, keeping it close to their ear before reminding them exactly what their purpose is and what is expected of them.
"Can you feel my cock wrapped tightly into your pussy, my sweet cunt. Look at you, crying at every touch and thrust of my cock. Do you wish I came all over your pussy right now and breed you senseless?" I taunt them endlessly and I'm determined to get them bred. I want to see their pussy split apart in half, with cum shooting straight into their fertile womb.
I'm going to keep the insults and the degeneracy going. The more they feel insulted and degraded, you will feel invincible and the only available option for them is complete obedience. Keep them imagining you in their mind at all times and that's why the touches are important.
Stage 6: Multiple Orgasms
Once I have their mind, all that is needed to be done is to release. To spurt all into their holes in a quick second of passion is something that cannot be passed up.
I increase the pace of my thrusts, the foreskin gripping to the inside of my sub's pussy as it moves in and out, increasing the suction and pressure on my cock. The heat spreads in all directions and eventually I hit the burst.
Warm cum oozed from the tip of my cock, a direct shot into their womb, filling them up to the brink, starting to leak out. My cock is covered with my own cum as I command them to lick it all up to not waste a single drop. I want to see their belly expand and to see my seeds giving birth to a life. And I would do it over and over and over until I am satisfied.
Nothing gives me more pleasure than the fact me and my sub's sweaty bodies are interconnected in a moment of passion as my cum gushes out into them repeatedly and throbs and begs me to go for another round. This is the moment my emotions kick in and love crawls back in.
The slow embrace as my cock rests throbbing in their pussy, our lips connect for an everlasting kiss of a lifetime. We both melt into each other and my hands crawl behind their back and scratch them. Exasperated breaths live our mouths between kisses and we move in quickly for the next kiss.
I then extend the love to my subs body, sucking and pulling on their nipples, making them shiver in the process. Every inch of their body is something to be worshipped. I kiss their stomach, their neck line, their earlobes and back on to their breasts. Their body still smells great combined with my smell, reminding me of the incidents that preceded it.
Stage 7: Aftercare
This is probably the most important stage. What is all that possessiveness and passion if not without care in the end. We both lay down, hands intertwined as we stared into the empty ceiling. It makes me happy to make my sub laugh and compliment them for what they have let me do to them. I will always be thankful although I consider them my property. My possessiveness will always make sure to have them as my property.
Sensual and deep kisses as we reminisce and throw praises and love for each other is the best part of all this. Those simple words can bring a lot of joy after a good session. I'll make sure my sub is well fed and cleaned up. We both go to the hot tub and immerse ourselves in hot water on our bodies as soap washes the sweat off our bodies and makes us pure again. The little jokes and banter is always a refresher and simple hugs are enough for me to make me into a mess. While I'm a sadist for things I do to them, I'm powerless when they do things like these to me. It's blissful sharing snacks and chocolates as we watch a good show with our hands intertwined and their head resting on my shoulder is all I need at the end of the day.

Trigger Warning These Are some Triggering Words ,Be Aware !

she Looks At me while sipping a  smoothie , after I have been Waiting for her  for over 15 minutes to come out of work , , she gets in and can see I’m pissed because of the wait , and  says “ sorry, I was just talking to a friend. He was telling me about his plans to go with his family to Italy.”So I say all this time waiting because you wanna talk to your friend, we could do that on the phone or via text ,my voice  gradually getting louder,I stop talking  and take a deep breath while maintaining eye contact  and say look ….

I am that dom that wants my sub's world to revolve around me and only me. They should treat me like I'm their god, their saviour, their knight in shining armor. They should not be able to function without me telling them exactly what to do, and yet they will fail miserably at that to be punished by me.
I am that dom who will randomly pull their hair back while they cook or whenever they are fully involved in doing something they like, and force myself sexually on to them. I would pull out my dick and pull their hair to direct them to suck my dick, or when they are sleeping, i will forcefully wake them up to fuck them back to sleep. I have a high sex drive that i cannot function unless i drain my life's worth of cum inside the sub's warm, tight and inviting pussy. I want to breed them to bear my children so that they know their whole purpose is to serve me.
I am that dom that's obsessive and possessive and toxic that i wouldn't let anyone look at you seductively. I wouldn't want anyone to eye fuck you because the right only belongs to be. I wouldn't hesitate to lock you up in a cage and starve you until you beg to be fucked by me if i ever see talk to a person that's not me. I will mark you, bruise you, insert a vibrator inside your pussy and set it to the fastest setting that you lie in the pool of your humiliating squirts. I want you to know that it's all me. As i said, I should be your world.
I have rules and fetishes and i would use you however I like. You shouldn't have any emotions and you should only be concerned about mine. I will show you the way of life through my dick in your pussy and my instructions stay final. I would absolutely defile your body to teach you a lesson when you disobey me. The punishments I have for you will be fun. I'll blindfold you and overstimulate you to the point of multiple orgasms and you lie there exhausted.
I would want you to be that sub who only thinks about every inch of my body all the time, all the scars i have given you, the marks and bruises I have given you as a gift, your subservience to me, every little detail of my body etched on your memory, the feeling of my cock deep in your pussy, making you the perfect fuck slut whose sole purpose is to be cute for me, a hole to dump my cum in, and be my experimental toy and finally a breedable slut.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!
-Stage 1: Priming
The session would start with me tying my sub, fully clothed with makeup on, with a tightrope and suspending them from the ceiling so that their feet are few inches above the floor, but cannot reach it. I would leave them hanging there for a few minutes as they are forced to maintain eye contact with me.
I start to undo my clothes, looking at them as their blood flow is restricted and their face gets all red. Once I'm naked, I'll pull up a chair to masturbate to their misery until my cock is rock hard.

-Stage 2: Trance
Once I had my fun from priming their body to my future actions, it's now time to make their body respond to my commands the way I see fit. The way I like to do it is to tie them up to the side of the bed. I'll position myself right in front of their face and thrust my cock into the back of their throat repeatedly. There is no time to breathe and they will gag, making them all teary eyed and their makeup ruined. Their eyes roll back, unable to take the length of my cock, suffocating on it. The most important step is to keep repeating this until they go numb and don't have the energy to disobey you. That's when I'll whisper the magic words into their ears, 'I'm gonna fuck you as I see fit.

-Stage 3: Possession
This is the time to physical use the sub's body how I see fit. I'll flip them on their chest and penetrate their pussy from behind with full force and they won't feel a thing. Their entire body will move back and forth and will allow more of the cock to rip their insides. I'm going to mark my property to let everyone know that she is a slut only for my pleasure. My love language for expressing possessiveness is through permanent alterations on their body: knife cuts, bruises, writing with a permanent marker, hickeys, spanking. Anything that cannot be hidden and that sends a clear message that she's mine.
I'll pull their hair back as I dick them down from behind, using their own body as support. Putting some lube on the pussy widens it up, allowing my cock to reach in deeper, causing them to twitch a little.

-Stage 4: Lucid State
It's never fun when the sub is not vocally and emotionally responding to my threats. That's why, the moment they twitch and start moving their body to get more pleasure like a shameless whore, it means they have now entered the lucid state. It's like a new drug that keeps you awake longer and activates all senses. Now in the lucid state, every thrust will feel like a needle is piercing their body. They will react with shameless moans and screams that assert your dominance over them. This is the best time to start groping their entire body. Squeeze their tits, hit them, choke their neck from behind, grip their entire body tight, rub against their clitoris, insert a finger, whisper into their ear and thrust into their pussy harder. They will take the pain and the pleasure like a champ. They will feel everything.

part 2 coming soon!