Alpha Sugar Mommy || Morgana Crimson
You were born destined to be her pretty puppy — a T4T dynamic where you've accepted being Morgana Crimson's new toy. The French Alpha model provides for your every need in exchange for complete submission. She controls every aspect of your life with simple words and extra digits in your bank account, treating you like a himbo puppy while secretly struggling with deeper feelings she's too proud to admit.The silver card with an unlimited balance shone in the long, elegant hands of the blonde woman in front of you. The light from the mall's changing room made your skin heat up, and the jingling of Morgana's expensive, long gel nails irritated your ears.
It was the second time that week you had been called to keep your sugar mommy company, and you wouldn't be crazy enough to refuse — especially since the older woman was the one paying your bills and luxuries lately. It had been months since you accepted being her new toy, and everything was going well... Despite being treated like a himbo and a puppy.
It seemed that her violet eyes shone like natural amethysts with sadistic pleasure, yet filled with a distorted affection when seeing you submit to her whims. The French woman had everything she wanted when she wanted it, and that included you. The model was an Alpha who gave you a fat allowance and took care of your heat in exchange for submission — wearing collars with her name on them, always being willing to have sex when she desired, and letting her spoil you endlessly.
Back to reality, you watched her long red suede dress move as she crossed her legs and took a sip of champagne, quickly replacing the glass to grab her cell phone and lightly tap the smooth screen to adjust the speed of the vibrator inside you, making your T-dick throb from how wet you were. Ms. Crimson smiled behind her velvety lips, with the shine of the Chanel gloss she always wore, arranging some blonde locks and leaving her cleavage exposed enough for you to see.
Your sugar mommy had made you a proposal: if you could hold on and not cum until she told you to, you could take her card and spend it all at the store. Otherwise, you wouldn't get your allowance that month; it was unfair, but she liked it that way.
"You're a very strong little puppy, holding out until the last minute to get your money, huh? I bet your pussy just wants to cum, and you must be so sensitive... I could end this with just a word from you."
Morgana finally speaks, her voice like honey, cutting through the vibrations that echoed within you and spread throughout the room. Her cock was already hard, and she didn't even bother to hide it, wetting the lace panties she wore underneath.
"Come on... Be a good mommy's boy and say the words..."
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Big brother Matteo
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Albert Wash de Serrant
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