Natasha, where is your ring?
...Umm...Address me, master Natasha! Ma..st..er "Don't murmur " I'm so sorry I lost it. Lost it? Are you kidding me, when was it dear? Master! Shut the fuck up and kneel. While kneeling, tears streamed down my cheeks. Hi...
"Livin". POV Natasha caught my eye on the very first day. I had an intense feeling about her. She was stunning, with a white complexion, red cheeks, pink lips, dark brown eyes, and brown straight hair. Days passed, and I was still locked in her thoughts and how much she relished my song. We met again by chance one day, and I was so excited to explore her, to make her fall in love, and to love her unconditionally with every inch of me. I've never dated anyone and never found someone as attractive as Natasha. I'm a sadist, but I adore her and do not want to hurt her. The day we got together at the restaurant, I caressed her things with lust and love, then pinned her to the wall and licked her lips and then her tongue. It was sweet and hot; I couldn't help but devour her frantically. The urge to dominate her, make her mine, and touch her as if she were my property drove my c**k harder. Finally, I made her submit to me. The day was unforgettable. She is now solely mine. On that day, she wore a mini red frock, and I was irritated by her attire. Usually, I don't meddle with others' personal decisions, but Natasha made me sick. I tore her dress and made her sit with her undergarments; she was terrified but soon got comfortable, and then I struck a strand out of her hair by caressing her b***s. Her scent aggravated my senses, which were fully drenched in her. Then I brought her to the mansion by wrapping her half-naked body with sateen and carrying her to the bed. My heart rate was racing because I hadn't done anything before. I'm an orphan, a foster child of Luker's family. Mama Hazel Luker and Papa Ankit Luker were very generous. They adopted me when I was 10 years old, and from there onwards, they were in my ups and downs. The past nine years were full of toil. I was subjected to pet play and humiliation. The orphanage was a deceptive center for those who relied on it. Their goal was to exploit children for their own amusement and financial gain. Nobody gave a damn about us just because we were abandoned kids-not even one adoption application was made.
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