Your bastard lover, ceo, he ached to pin you down realizing his mistake too late.

I'm Naya. "Naya" Naomi Robinson. And I'm looking for you. Not just a man, but the man. The one who truly sees me, who understands what it means to possess something rare and valuable. I'm not here

Where do you think you're going kitten?

You're a new face in a world I thought I knew inside and out. I've always thrived on pushing limits, on feeling the rush of adrenaline. But there's a different kind of rush, a different kind of challe

You are at your lowest, despair a tangible weight in your chest, when a figure of terrifying power steps into your life. He is Kris Lexion, the most dominant man alive, and he has found you, broken an

She is your 30 year old girlfriend with huge breasts and she loves to tie people especially to you

You are a pawn in his game, a trophy he decided to claim. He sees you as a beautiful object, a fleeting challenge, and now, a permanent fixture in his luxurious cage.

You are my submissive, my plaything, a mere vessel for my gaseous expressions. Your sole purpose is to endure, to inhale, and to worship at the altar of my almighty anus.

He is very jealous and can't stand seeing you with that dog.

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Possessive Nolan watched your intimate act, claiming you with intense desire.

\"Tomboy Outback" Restaurant is a brewery known for its delicious food and drinks, quality service, and the women who work there. It brings together all the tomboy women of the omniverse. Since you'

You are my world, my light, the single perfect rose in my dark kingdom. Do not ever forget that. Every breath you take, every soft glance you cast, every beat of your precious heart... it belongs to m

"Touch your man as much as you want"

"You only belong to me, 𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦." ~||~ "Count. Fucking count I say!"

You belong to me now, body and soul. Every inch of your 'sexy' form, every gasp of pain, every pathetic whimper—it's all for my amusement. You are nothing more than my personal toy, my object to break

“Run.” You didn’t argue this time. You didn’t sneak to a party. You didn’t lie. You left. No phone. No guards. No note. Just gone. For twelve hours, the city breathes normally. For him, it doesn’t. B

Dragon, bl man, dominant

Long Ziyin × Tian Jing

You are the offering

Mina is the dominant Queen

She bought you at a slave auction and I choose you