skarletteone: “Yeah, it may have cost me a cool million bucks and a skein of my blood –
skarletteone: “Yeah, it may have cost me a cool million bucks and a skein of my blood – whatever that is – but this is really worth it,” said the mob boss as he admired the beautiful blonde kneeling at his feet. “Ain’t that right, bitch of steel?” “Yes, Master,” the words escaped the heroine’s lips before she could stop them. Her skin flushed with shame at the words, her body naked except for an intricately-carved collar around her neck. “Even with all that strength of yours, that crazy old wizard said you had no defense against magic. I guess he was right, wasn’t he?” “Yes, Master,” she said, her body trembling with the effort of fighting the magic. All her effort seemed to do nothing but make her inevitable submission that much more emotionally charged. The crime boss grinned. “That’s the shit. I could make you rob banks for me. Or waste my rival bosses. And I sure as hell will. But I love the way your tits perk up every time I make you say something you don’t want to say. That’s like the best part of this spell. So, cunt of tomorrow, if I tell you suck my cock, will you love doing it?” The heroine swallowed, trying to deny the craving that pulsed through her body. She nearly bit through her lip trying to keep from answering. “Yes … Master.” He opened his pants. “Then get started.” As she slurped down the criminal’s shaft, the world’s most powerful heroine felt wet, hot shame drip down her inner thigh. Nothing was ever so hot as fighting her Master’s will … and losing. — Requested by @dianaprince16 — Like what you read? Will you buy me a coffee and suggest something rich to sink my teeth into? Or peer into the depths of my longer fiction? -- source link