Yes Sir

Yes Sir

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MatureOngoing32m

Last published Thu, Jun 28, 2018

Mercy Smith is well known by all the male escort companies in town, by borrowing boys for parties and such. But she is tired of that scene. She wants what every girl wants: a man that'll dominate you. First day into this side of the world, and she meets Christian Lewis. Christian Lewis is an every day person until he gets to work. He does what he loves, gives girls pleasure while being in control of her and her body. He does multiple girls in a day, most he ever does in a day is four. But very rarely does he have one girl for the entire day. And he only knew her name: Mercy Smith

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"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity

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