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Carla stares at me long and hard as if assessing my honesty before leaning forward slightly and whispering, “I’m in a BDSM club.”
“Do you mean some kind of cult?”
“That’s why I’m telling you this,” Carla says, though I’m barely listening, lost in my thoughts. “Because you can get paid... if you're into that sort of thing, that is. I think you’d enjoy it. I’m pretty sure you need a good hard fuck. Or two. And I know you need the money right now.”
More than the money, I need a Dom who’s going to force me to face my fears. A Dom who’s going to heal me, so I can move on with my life. My blood cools, and I close my eyes. With everything in me, I know that I need this.
The rose color of the Submissive indicates her preferences, so please take note. Pink - Virgin Cream - Finding limits/BDSM virgin Yellow - Simple bondage D/s Black - Carte blanche Red - Pain is preferred S/M No flower - 24/7 power exchange
She’s utterly gorgeous, but there’s an obvious innocence about her. I thought I’d be interested when I looked at her information initially, but now I’m certain that I have to have her.
Treasure. She’s the one.
“Ask me, Dahlia,” I tell her. “If you have a question, I’m the one you need to ask. No one else.” “Sir?” she asks with those sweet hazel eyes peering up at me, filled with vulnerability. “Do I call you sir?” My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire fucking life. “Yes, treasure. You will call me sir.”
“Open,” I give her the simple command and she obeys, opening her mouth and breathing huskily as I put the head of my dick up to her mouth.
“Don’t forget for even one second, that every time I smack my hand across your ass, it’s because I know you need it.” I nip her bottom lip and then whisper, “Every time I fuck you until you can’t breathe, it’s because I know you want it.”
“Sometimes family can do you worse than a person on the street would.”
“You don’t have to tell me any more than you want, but whatever comes out of your mouth needs to be the truth.”
“I fucking love you like that. I love fucking you raw and hard and forcing your pleasure.” Her bright eyes finally meet mine again. “Don’t think that I don’t. I want you every way I can have you. I just… couldn’t, knowing.”
I sink into my chair, hating that I had to let her leave, but knowing I’ll have her back. She can’t leave me. I know she loves me. I fucking love her, too. I’ll give her whatever she wants. I just need her back.
“Fuck the contract! Just don’t leave me!” I stare deep into her eyes, feeling the emotions consuming me. I’m just as raw and vulnerable as she is. “I love you, Dahlia. I want you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
