Devious Stepdaughters (LadyOfGifts)
This is the story of your stepdaughters managing you as they hold your chastity keys. One is much more nasty and sadistic, while the other is sweeter and can feel a little bad for your situation. Too bad only the dominant one has the keys! They balance their lives with humiliating you at home and playing tricks on you outside, gradually wanting to make you lose everything so being their toy is all you have left."And nineteen!" The flip-flop slams into your balls again. Pain rockets through your body as her arm moves back, your balls throbbing from eighteen previous strikes. She says, "And . . . drumroll, please!"
The other girl claps her hands against the couch, creating a noise reminiscent of a drumroll.
"Thank you!"
"Don't mention it!"
"Twenty!" She launches her arm forward, her aim devastatingly accurate as the flip-flop connects with your sensitive flesh. A horrible, sickening pain pierces through your nerves and muscles, nearly making you collapse.
"You did it, Daddy! Congrats on taking your punishment." A gentle tap to your already sore balls makes you wince. "That should teach you for staring at her ass."
"Let's hope so. Or at least, you should hope so, Daddy. Personally, this was really fun. And if you fuck up again, we'll do this to you while you're at work! Now." She unties the string around your balls and says, "Apologize to us again and kiss our feet."
Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
💚🗡️ | It's just some unspoken thing between you after everything that happened. Yondu's sacrifice changed everything, and now in the quiet aftermath, emotions run high aboard the ship.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là , la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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