His Plaything.

His Plaything.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 20, 2022
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"Say it." He repeated his command, voice gruff and leaving no room for argument. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't very good at taking orders. "N-no. I won't, you fucker." I gasped out, my words strained by his hand placed lightly over my throat. His other hand roaming over my body. All these sensations were making it hard for me to keep calm. He chuckled darkly, his deep Amber eyes clouded with even more passion. His hand squeezed tightly before loosening up. The other was settled below my waist. "Fucking say it. Otherwise I will make you regret it." He warned again. This time he emphasized his words by grabbing my crotch. Embarrassment heated up my cheeks when my dick started to get hard and a gasp escaped through my lips. "Fuck off." I managed to weakly get out. My voice barely above a whisper and slightly breathless. But I totally lost it when he began to stoke me through my tight jeans. This man's was going to be the death of me.
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"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my fuck toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."

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