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GIVE IT A CHANCE 😘

"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleasure as he thrusted into me. At some point in time, that I can't recall, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I met his thrusts automatically. I felt myself tighten around him. And then I felt great pleasure flood out of me as I climax." •*•*•*•*•*• Shanti was born to be married, or more like sold to the highest bidder. All her life she has known this. At her first auction she was bought by the gorgeous and rich Andrew Knight. Andrew has made it clear to her that she is to refer to him as "Master". As her time with Andrew increases, Shanti begins to feel something she grew up with out. Love.

" Who do you belong to, Jade?" She pulled my hair, which caused me to arch my back in pleasure. " Only you, Mistress." I breathed. " W-when can I come...?" The sweat streamed down my face and I begged for release. " When I tell you to." She smirked. " You're under my command now." Warning: If you don't like the domiant and submissive thing, don't read it. I mean, of course you can read. But if you don't like it, then this story might not be your cup of tea... But enjoy Reading if you want to :) This story is for my best friend Annie @anniiiee96, I hope you'll like it honey ❤️ Theme song, Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

A series of stories purely all BDSM smut

SAMPLE BOOK PLEASE REFER TO THE FICFUN LINK INSIDE THE BOOK UNDER THE CHAPTER LABELED "FICFUN". My eyes were blotched with tears as I looked up at the stranger. He stared down at me with what looked like pity. I scoffed at the thought. Why would this man pity me. How could he know I just was kicked out. She was beautiful, her face etched with a haunting sadness. I wanted her, I wanted to make her mine. For me to be the only one she could turn to. All that sat beside her on the cracked curb was a teddy bear. My lip quirked, she was a little. How can I get her to be my little girl? *PLEASE NOTE THIS SAMPLE DOES NOT DEPICT THE FINAL OUTCOME OF THIS BOOK* I'd like to thank @loyallyric for making me this cover! It's amazing I love it. Thank you so much

"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses begin to crumble.