I want her every tear and scream, each breakdown and time she splinters into a million tiny pieces. • 21+ RP • Dark themes & triggering content • SL’s & Banter • OC • Crossovers • OTT • Touch her and you die | MDNI

/ why is this app only ever getting worse with each update. 🤣 Trying to find my replies so I can respond.

(c) I was getting blow jobs at 14, and before we pledged, I’d already had quite the track record. Probably some dumb ass misogynist came up with that.

(c) that they’re ugly, or anything. But, after 3 fucking years of no sex, to be given some virgin who has the experience of a nun? I guess men appreciate the V card, but if it’s just temporary, I didn’t understand /why/ they were held at a higher standard than us. (c)

(c) only envision the amount of fuckery we’re about to embark on. So I let go of our plaything, resuming my position on the couch, casually giving our surroundings a glance over. Always searching, yet never finding. The whole chosen thing had my brain reeling, not (c)

(c) so for now, I let my gaze explore the curves of our toy, my hand gliding over her spine until it wrapped in her hair, giving her globe a firm smack. “She’ll look even prettier with our marks on..” There was a slight buzz in my blood, from the anticipation, and I can (c)

(c) in my case. My fingers flexed, eager to get back in the action. It was addictive, after the training we received, a requirement for every Lord, I would usually unwind with the guys & some willing body to entertain us. Once Reed is here, he’ll execute the show. (c)

(c) for a miracle; because my dick has never been this flaccid before. I could shrug it off to exhaustion, but, somehow I doubted it. The rave down the hall, was severely lacking in terms of new bodies to toy with, which no doubt applied more than necessary boredom (c)

(c) tying her arms around with the leather belt, giving her no wiggle room. Completely at our mercy. Perfect. Admiring my handy work, I dipped my head to whisper in her ear. “Now face down, ass up.” My teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh below her ear, hoping (c)

(c) father’s face: when he mentioned the ritual approaching. Such a pointless event, for what? I could get any pussy I wanted; yet they expect us to pick some random girl off a list. For a year. I was both amused & agitated by this. My hands did quick work of (c)

(c) Extending my arm, so he can hand over the belt, a wicked glint in my eye. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.” All things aside; I had my ringer on, because it’s never quite a free game, when you’re on Lords chess board. I could still remember the look on my (c)

(c) ‘Stirring shit as per usual, I see.’ Mason’s lip tips up, rising from his position, Brandy, or was it Sandy(?)’s eyes widened, watching him tug the belt free of its loops. “What? A guy has needs…” I shrug, even if I can’t actively participate, I love to watch. (c)

(c) voice, and I reached over to undo the front clasp of her bra. “Better.” I mouthed, cupping her breast in my palm. It fit perfectly, not that I cared, I was hardly impressed, she wasn’t even on my radar, but since Mason brought her in. Might as well take advantage.

(c) was in full swing. Tonight would be the last weekend, we have free rein, Monday our work begins. Might as well take full advantage. I spread my legs wide, tugging her to stand between them. “Have you done this before?” My casual expression didn’t match the gravel of my (c

(c) My knuckles were still recovering, calloused fingers ran up the girl’s arm when I noted her standing in her bra and panties. “Look at you, being a good little toy.” Neither of us could fuck her; but I was about to watch her be used to my satisfaction. The party (c)

(c) to Mason for a split second, tipping my drink back. ‘This will be quite the ceremony.’ My shoulder lifted in a nonchalant shrug, unbothered by the whole thing. Once you set foot deep into the darkness, there is very little that can phase you, or even make you care. (c)

(c) I can’t fuck, doesn’t mean I can’t watch. “You wanted to entertain us.” My eyebrow quirks, plucking the phone from my pocket, to shoot a quick text to two of our locals, not part of our world, but discreet enough to indulge me. “Did you hear?” I turn my attention (c)

(c) throat. Wish I’d have something stronger, alas in the Lords world, you could be called at any moment, without notice. Sobriety was key. “Strip.” My voice cold, allowing no question, when the brunette stands in front of me, as if somehow it’s on me to entertain her. (c)

(c) patting the table for our little guest to sit on. “So, any word?” I arched a brow, contemplating whether to answer, not that she’d mind or quite understand. “Nah, they gave me a pat and let me on my merry way.” I took a swig of my drink, letting it swish down my (c)

(c) sauntered over to hand me another beer, and a girl draped over his arm. Though he and I knew the rules, it didn’t mean we couldn’t find another way to have fun. Sure, we can’t fuck, but that’s not all there is, now is it? A slow smirk tugged the corner of my mouth (c)

(c) Except the only thing I craved. Fuck, after initiation - we were sworn to celibacy. While I have so much power & potential, as they say, I am denied full ownership of myself, in a sense. But, that’s the world of our secret society. I was high as fuck, Mason (c)