Miranda did his best to cast Alexander Hamilton in the best most morally upright well intended who-said-anything-about-slaves light possible and this motherfucker STILL starts his lil "k but like to be fair I was STRESSED" speech at the beginning of Say No To This by talkin bout how hard it was to try to hold down a job while he missing his wife AND horny for her sister at the same time smh
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"Kinky..." Dimka, Alchemy Stars, Assassin's Creed, or Harem verse!
Inbox me; "Kinky…" and I'll generate a number between 1 - 70. -- Not Accepting! -- @ardensfides (Jokes on you this is business verse)
Your number: 58
Prompt: Our muses engage in BDSM.
The CEO’s son had privileges many wanted, and yet, how he used them differed from some expectations.
Her hands were bound behind her back, and a blindfold limited her vision. He took his time carving out her body with his teeth and nails, replacing old and faded marks from Felix with his own. Each one brought along a moan from his travel partner. Scratch marks ran down her sides, leaving red, raised lines in their wake. Drinking in every sound she made, her pleas for him to stop teasing her, or attempting to stop him before someone heard them was all for naught to the logical side of his brain.
He shouldn’t -- she ‘belongs’ to Felix. He’s used her so many times during meetings for his own pleasure.
This was different. Instead of treating her like a secret slut, Dimitri planned to make it known that she was his.
“N--No, wait--Dim,itri--“
He could hear her labored breathing quicken as his tongue pushed past her folds. Spreading her legs apart for more access, he began to work on lapping up her juices. Her walls tightened as he pushed further in. More resistance came as the heat spread through her body the more he was left to his own devices.
It wasn’t enough. His eyes hungered for more as he stared at her naked body mercilessly.
Suddenly, he moved away from her. Normally he’d eat her out until she came once or twice; Excited that his tongue could make someone so composed melt into a hot mess.
“I’m going in.“
“---!! You can’t!“
The panic in Tessa’s voice was to be expected. Dimitri was the largest she’s ever had inside of her. On the plane ride here, they fucked in the bathroom, and even then he couldn’t push himself to bottom out within. Now, they weren’t confined to a small space. The threat of being caught by a flight attendant or a random stranger is non-existent. Lifting her quivering legs, he put them over his shoulders.
“Dimitri, no, you--! Ahhh, aaaah!“
Recklessly jerking his hips forward, the head of his cock pushed past her folds and slammed into her cervix. He felt her walls squeeze down on his length as she came from sheer force alone.
More -- he has to have more of her.
Thrusting wildly into her as she rode out her orgasm, he gripped her hips. Nothing would stop him from slamming into her. Not the cries or moans that turned into blubbered, formless sentences that only echoed in pleasure and pain as he continuously tried to push into her womb. Each slam provided that he could go deeper, and deeper still.
“I’ll make you mine.”
Dimitri pulls his hips back hard, turning her onto her stomach roughly before shoving his cock into her throbbing hole. His pace continues to be rough, animalistic. The heat in his stomach that had been forming was expanding.
“No, you are mine, Tessa.”
The words come out in a possessive growl against her ear as he presses their bodies together. Not needing to hold her hips, he moves to wrap his arms underneath her body. Pinning her against him, there’s no where for her to run or hide.
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