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The Power Couple (Dominant and Submissive)by Ellie Saxx
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Fresh college graduate Rachel takes a job working for a Senate candidate's grassroots campaign, and what seems like a typical intern sex tale quickly turns into a story of an unlikely threesome when the candidate's billionaire wife reveals her true carnal lusts. Rachel is forced to decide: submit to the powerful couple (and their erotic desires), or watch an amazing career opportunity vanish like all the other cast-aside interns. Rachel's ultimate choice leads to a blazing-hot story of submission, domination, public sex, and more!
Warning: This 7700-word story contains explicit content, including domination and submission, light bondage, double penetration (dp), strap-on sex, forced orgasms, fisting, dubious consent, and erotic humiliation, among other sex acts. The content is intended for mature, open-minded adults only.
I’d been transformed into a sex-crazed animal, that’s how skillfully he turned me on between the elevator ride makeout session and the insane erotic torture on the bed.
One problem: he’d stopped moving.
“There she is,” he whispered. “Just as instructed.”
It took me a second to figure out what he said. “What?” I murmured.
Then I heard her voice, low and firm. “Allow me,” it said. “I’ve watched enough.”
I tossed my head back and forth frantically until the fabric fell from my face. There, at the foot of the bed, was Irina Rutledge. She wore nothing but simple black lace lingerie. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her lips were painted a deep red. Her brown eyes were cold and hard, yet somehow I couldn’t resist staring into them for a few extra seconds. Then every alarm bell in my head went off.
“What the hell? Calvin, your wife! Jesus Christ!”
I struggled to free myself from the velvet ropes. When Calvin had tied me to the bedposts I’d let him without hesitation, partly because I figured I could always yank my hands loose. They couldn’t be that tight, right? Bedroom toys never seemed that substantial when I glanced at them in those funny adult gift shops.
But that was not the case. I was bound tight and there was no getting free. Panic set in and I started to yell.
“Get these fucking things off of me! I mean it!”
“There, there,” Irina said. “Calm down, Rachel. Nothing is going to happen to you.” She set a hand softly on the top of my foot and I flinched.
“I don’t know what Calvin told you but I’m never coming back here again. This was a big mistake,” I said, still thrashing.
“Listen to her, Rachel,” Calvin said from the corner of the room, where he sat in a small armchair. He was unfastening his cufflinks. “It will all make sense.”
“You wanted to be here, didn’t you?” Irina cooed. “Don’t lie to me. You wanted to fuck my husband. It’s not a problem. Many women do. They are not all sluts. I don’t think that about you. I think you understand the idea of, say, an opportunity.”
I stared at Irina, not quite believing how calm she sounded as she sat next to me and began stroking my leg. As her hand moved toward the wetness on my inner thighs, I was filled with an odd mix of extreme discomfort and the remnants of intense sensations from Calvin’s touch. Irina was icy, but she was beautiful. Slender with well-defined muscles in her back and arms. Small, firm breasts. Mesmerizing eyes.
I couldn’t stop struggling. My head was swimming. I wanted out, but my body was still busy processing physical pleasure. This cold Russian woman stroking my leg – it was too much.
“Just. Let. Me. Go,” I said. “This is humiliating enough. I get it. We got caught.”
“You didn’t get caught at all,” Irina said. “I wanted you here..."
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