Dictated Moans

Cassie, a 26 year old student in her final year (PHD) is dared by her friends to visit a sex club, pick a random guy and let him break her virginity. She chooses the most elite club in the city. In there, she randomly picks a masked man and lets him lead her to the secret chambers. Done, she pushes the experience at the back of her mind and focuses on finding an internship. The death of her estranged mother brings her back to the city she hated. When her brother offers to help her find a place to do her internship, Cassie does not know whether to stay or leave. If she stays, she will have to face her demons and confront her past. If she leaves, she would be away from her only brother. She decides to stay near her brother. Cassie's brother introduces her to Reggie, his CEO friend. Reggie is a perfect boss, polite and a man of few words despite his dominant nature. Cassie catches Reggie in a compromising situation and that changes their relationship. He wants her but is scared of revealing more of his sexual kinks to her. After much persuasion and seduction by Cassie, he introduces her to his dominant world. A problem arises when one of the dominatrix who broke Cassie's virginity sees her. He asks Reggie to share but he refuses. He makes it his mission to get Cassie. Reggie is torn between protecting Cassie and keeping his past a secret. Secrets are revealed, hearts are broken and jobs are lost. Reggie turns to alcohol and Cassie runs to her brother. Reggie proposes to Cassie but Cassie declines. Reggie's company almost closes and that brings them back together. They are determined to fight the enemy and take care of their new born.

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Chapter 3

The air crackled with anticipation as Cassie, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, stood before the masked man. His figure was shrouded in darkness, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"Ready, little one?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of menace.

Cassie swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never experienced anything like this before, but the thrill of the unknown had drawn her in.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The masked man chuckled, a low, guttural sound that made Cassie's knees weak. He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to gently cup her chin.

"Good," he said, his voice deepening. "Now, let's begin."

With a swift motion, he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear. Cassie felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as his breath fanned against her skin.

"You will call me Master," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

"Yes, Master," Cassie replied, her voice trembling slightly.

The masked man smiled, a cruel, predatory grin that sent a shiver down Cassie's spine. He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing each button. As the fabric fell away, revealing her bare shoulders, Cassie felt a wave of heat wash over her.

"You look edible," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body.

Cassie felt a blush creep up her cheeks as the masked man's gaze lingered on her breasts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before. She made as if to cover her breasts with her hands but the man stopped her.

"I'll take those," he said while binding her hands behind her back using a soft cloth.

Done, his hand reached out to caress her breast. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive.

Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.

The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her ear. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin.

"You are so beautiful," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body. Her dress was piled by the foot of the bedtl

"Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper.

The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her thigh. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive.

Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.

The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her leg.

Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her knee. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin.

"Master, please, don't stop," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching down to unbutton her panties. As the fabric fell away, revealing her bare mound, Cassie felt a rush of excitement.

"You look so beautiful," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body.

Cassie felt a blush creep up her cheeks as the masked man's gaze lingered on her most intimate parts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before.

"Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper.

The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her clitoris. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive.

Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.

The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her clitoris. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her inner thighs.

"Master, please," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

The masked man chuckled, "Spread your legs for me."

Cassie felt a wave of heat wash over her as he exposed her to his gaze. She did as asked though. His gaze lingered on her most intimate parts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.

"Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper.

The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her clitoris. Cassie moaned loudly.

"Ah, you like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive.

Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation.

The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her clitoris. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her inner thighs.

Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot between her legs. She moaned shamelessly, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin. She had abandoned all her reservations.

She moved her legs, wanting to close them from the sweet assault but he held them open. He lifted his head and gave her a stern look.

"Don't move, or I'll have to bind your legs too," he warned, his voice stern and serious.

Cassie tried to stay still but his tongue was too warm, too skilled. She had never experienced such a feeling. She felt like she was falling but was not ready to be let down. She wanted to remain in the clouds.

"I am going to have to chain your legs," he said standing up.

He opened a drawer next to the bed and took out a pair of leg chains. They were pink in colour.

Cassie imagined whom they belonged to. She shook her head, trying to rid herself off the thoughts. She was here to break her virginity and not create bonds. Thinking about the masked man with other women was going to get her in trouble.

He moved close to her head and blindfolded her with a soft cloth. "There, all set. Where were we?" he asked.

Cassie did not answer because he did not expect her to. She was at his mercy now and she did not know what to do about it. She could say the safe word and he would let her go. But she did not want to, she wanted to see this through.

"So beautiful," he said to her pussy. She was open, glistening and ready for his tongue.

The contact shocked her. She could not see him therefore could not know where he was, well except for his amazing outdoor, timber scent: He smelled divine, so edible.

She tried to move as his tongue danced on her pussy, his lips sucking her clit. His fingers majestically, like a guitar, slithered in and out of her. She was stuck and had no option but to feel it all. She was going to die from all the sweetness.

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9.0

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8.4

His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

8.4

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8.3

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8.3

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9.0

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The Billionaire’s Contract: Revenge On My Ex

8.1

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Billionaire Modern Romance

Dictated Moans

Chapter 3

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