You tilt your hips and thrust back against me, taking all of me deep inside you. I hold you tight, pausing, taking in the moment, feeling the connecti...n of our bodies together. You whisper "Give it to me. Make me your little fuck toy. Make me orgasm over and over."Your wish is my command. You know I cannot resist you. You know that I will give in to your sexual desires. I am there to please you.I grab your breasts as I begin to thrust, slowly but forcefully. The tempo increases. I have only one. His voice has just the slightest hint of annoyance in it. He stands before me, half naked, wearing just basketball shorts. “I came to return your stupid football,” I say, pissed at his reaction. I shove the heap of leather and air into his hands and then turn on my heel. “Wait,” Damon says. I turn around, my long wavy hair dramatically whipping around in the slight California breeze. “Sorry,” Damon says, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just, I’m not used to seeing you.” “Yeah, that. Dominique pushed those thoughts away, as she didn't want to be late. It was one thing to be fucked by him, punishment, on the other hand, was something else all together. As she made her way down the stair that morning, she had no idea how right she was.Each of the other women, with the exception of the still sleeping Asian slave in the large solid steel cage, were tied up. The brunette was tied up with ropes across her chest and arms pinning her to the little platform setup for her, while her. All the arrogant and unthinking assumptions she had always held, regarding her own fitness to command obedience and respect, had been confirmed by the way she had triumphed over one peril after another. She knew with an absolute cast-iron certainty that she was rightly destined for better things than mere wifehood and motherhood and was determined to secure for herself a great position in the counsels of the land, taking her place by the side of her father, her future husband and all the other.