Dominant Shemale Until Rodrigo Arrived
For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.
For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.
I knew there would be consequences for being late. What I didn’t know was that Marcos had planned something far worse than punishment.
By day I was the invisible wife I had always been. By night I wrote what I was too afraid to ask for. Then someone read it and decided to give it to me.
I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.
Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.
When she opened the bag in the parking lot, Diego understood that this afternoon was not going to end the way he had imagined.
The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.
She had negotiated the terms by voice messages. The moment she crossed the house’s threshold, she knew the negotiation was over forever.
When Saya opened her eyes in the darkness, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.
Four men paid to use me in a storehouse. My daughter controlled the door. That night I stopped being who I was.
When he opened his eyes, he was pinned motionless to a cold table. Five women in white aprons surrounded him, and the leader held something that gleamed.
Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.
She couldn’t move while I controlled the remote in my pocket. Around us, a thousand strangers celebrated Carnival, unaware of what was happening beneath the velvet.