Hello, yes. This is my first erotic literation. Please review.
Warnings: well this is an adult site, so duh. Also do not try this at home or anywhere. This is not an okay thing to do- it is merely a work of erotic fiction.
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The money was exchanged, and Dominick was ready to get his pleasures started. His servants had done everything he asked to prepare the special present to himself. And now it was time to see if the present was good enough.
She was standing still beside the silk-sheeted bed when he entered the room. She was completely naked, standing vulnerable and shaking, her head down, and her gorgeous mane of blonde hair hiding her face. As his eyes swept over her heavenly body, he could tell she was fighting herself from hiding it from her. Her milky legs looked smooth and delicate, as they led up to her thighs, introducing her curves. Her legs were tight together, and Dominick couldn't help but smirk at that—as if that would hide her little virgin cave of wonders for long.
Raising his eyes, passing over her small waist, he settled on her pale, glistening, perfectly round breasts, sitting there on her body like a pair of plump, pendant gifts for him... and they were his—all his.
He walked over to her, and she flinched as he reached out a hand and raised her head by the tip of her chin. Her green eyes glistened with pleasing fear. "My name is Dominick... but you are to call me master, understand?"
She pursed her lips to keep a whimper from escaping and nodded.
"And who are you?" he asked, expectantly. He had told his servants to rehearse these questions with her so that she would respond exactly as she was supposed to.
Her eyes lowered to the ground and for a moment he thought he'd have to hit her, but then she spoke, quietly. "I am your toy. I was created for the sole purpose of providing you with pleasure..."
"That you were," he agreed, with a curl of his lips. Lowering his eyes back down to her creamy breasts, he raised his hands to cup them, before lowering them and testing the weight of each one beneath his hands. They were warm sweetly curved mounds with protruding pink nipples, which seemed to tingle as he flickered his thumb over them.
Then he took hold of each nipple between his fingers and twisted hard. She bit her lip and let out a repressed whimper of pain.
"Get onto the bed," he ordered, taking his hands back. She looked up at him with begging eyes, but he narrowed his in return and she turned around and climbed on top of the bed. She lay like she had been taught how by his servants: spread eagle right in the center.
Dominick approached the bed, taking off his shirt.
"Please," the girl—Jane—spoke, her voice shaky and desperate as she looked up at him from the bed. "Please don't do this..."