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Becoming Mrs. Dalton...

These guys heard that Zeta Psi is throwing a party... who’s joining???

Well, young Dahlia Schuyler is about to get her party on... will this be her night of fun adventure???? What else would college be about????

Nerves won’t stop this party girl...

What’s your pregame before the party?

Zeta Psi! (🗣🗣🗣🗣 Frat boys shouting!!!!)

Remember to check it on out below!!!!!

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton.

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Hints at possible unwanted sex, drunkenness, humiliation

Word Count: 899+

The Entrapment of Minds...

Two Princeton college students meet at a Zeta Psi Frat party, intoxicated, but fully aware of the connection they share.

The guy (Samuel Dalton)... a twenty-two year old with enough clout to buy anything he saw fit. Sex on legs, suave, athletic, highly educated, and rich... with a personal rumor mill that drew females to him instead of away... and even some males were fascinated over this young entrepreneur. He was not only attending college for graduate studies, but he was also teaching in an Aide capacity in the Biochemistry lab.

The girl (Dahlia Schuyler)... a seventeen year old genius that had graduated lower education at the age of 15, and has been attending college, but had not been allowed on-campus housing until she reached this age. Her form was that of a mature young woman, deceiving those who gazed upon her... a thrill that led her to events such as Fraternity and Sorority parties, on campus BET parties, foam parties... any party damned near, although her innocence betrayed her... that is until she came across the writings of her new influences... Kristina Laferne Roberts aka Zane and Eric Jerome Dickey... writers of erotic fiction novels... emphasis on fiction. She learned of self pleasure and expressions of emotions that she wanted to experience beyond her mind...

And then he appeared... drunken, handsome, willing... There was no conversation held that would give clue to the fact that he should turn away from her quickly... Only her forward gripping of his masculine body, and her request for him to make her feel good...

She led him to a secluded area of the Frat House away from everyone... his gait staggering, but sexy and alluring still. She was going to experience what rumors told of...

Her anxiety clouding her judgement, failing to protect herself against the unintended pregnancy that had the potential to occur. Her ovulation calendar was her worst enemy... creeping up as a warning not to move forward with this...But ignorantly overtaken by physical need, she received that which she craved most...falling into slumber in his protective grip...

Damn... she belonged in these arms... But morning came with a heartbreaking truth... It had all meant nothing to him... but everything to her. She was alone, blinking into view ... members of the Frat House standing at the doorway, snickering... as she lay exposed.

~~~~~~~~~~ His point of view ~~~~~~~~~~

The sun shone brightly upon his sore eyes, his head aching from the piercing light... Hungover, he looks down to see the long flowing strands of her silky hair draped against his chest, completely covering her face.

Somewhat of a remembrance comes as he gently brushes her hair aside... he sees this beautiful young thing sleeping peacefully... the sweetest smile upon her face. Who is this gorgeous creature? How was I lucky enough to end up like this? With someone so ... peaceful?

He reaches down to kiss her lips as he brings to meet his... That undeniable pull in his loins urges him to wake her in the most sensual way... He attempts to will himself to wait until she rises... but with the sweet taste of her still on his tongue... it takes over his resolve...

He rolls her off of him, lowering himself until his lips delve between her thighs, grazing against her delicate skin until they find their intended place of rest. She shifts without fully waking, moaning at his gentle strokes of her center as she pools into his mouth... the sensation causing her to open her eyes in an attempt to watch him devour her.

She draws herself up to sit back against the multitude of pillows, spreading to allow him to finish this beautiful start to her morning. Angling her, he teases her clit, causing her breath to catch, then dips his tongue into a spiral sweep of her walls. His thrusts become deeper... faster, as his hands grip her ass pulling her closer, rocking her against his movements.

Unable to process the escalation of pleasure, she cries out, clawing into his shoulders unknowingly... until she reaches full climax and release... just before passing out.

He eases up to kiss her, as she lies asleep in exhaustion. He silently dresses as he decides to get breakfast for them both. She looks like the caramel macchiato type... I'll get Starbucks, too... and fruit or danish or both.

He finds himself unexpectedly excited to do this for her... his newfound treasure... She's different from what he's used to... He uncharacteristically wants to get to know her more... to experience her more...

He takes one final glance at her before gently pulling the door closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~ End of his view ~~~~~~~~~~

 Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking.

A few were even licking their lips, and making snide remarks.

She couldn't believe her eyes... Did he send them to have their turn with her? How could he think that little of her? Or that she was that type of girl?

She scrambles to dress, brushing past the guys as quickly as she could... all the while in  total horror and disgust... Tears began flowing uncontrollably over how silly she had been to  think otherwise of Sam... He'd had the label "Dirty Dalton", but she didn't take it to be true... UNTIL NOW !!! ...

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Master of Deceptive Acts...

Am I becoming a stalker? Is this going too far??? No... I won’t let this go...

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Drunkenness, Drunk sex

Word Count: 1061

Several years have passed, but here he is again... drunken, sexy, alluring... His bourbons tonight were well beyond his count... His head lay against his wrists, bent upward from his grip against the edge of his final drink of the night.

The bartender phoned his trusted driver to come retrieve the drunken soul... As Carter pulled into the curved driveway of the elite bar, he noticed a beautiful young woman making her way outside with Sam draped against her shoulder, as he kissed against her cheek moving towards her neck.

Carter shook his head, parked and opened the door for the couple to enter. He drove them back to Sam’s lavish penthouse and assisted her with getting them to his private elevator, at which he bid them goodnight. Sam had developed a sinister pattern that caused Carter to mistrust the situation, never having asked a single question.

As he pointed the way to his private bedroom, she gave him the gentlest of care. When they finally entered the massive room, Sam began to disrobe as best he could, gesturing towards the shower.

Unable to resist the thought of joining him, she turns the marbled knobs. As streams of water from the multiple shower heads began to flow, she marvels at the spa-like design as she tests the water’s temperature against her fingers.

He comes up, taking hold of her waist from behind, kissing his way along her damp  skin. She had already removed her wrap around dress, but he took delight in removing her bra; teasingly removing her laced panties as he lets his hands graze her grooves. His fingers play the loveliest melody against her insides, causing her to forget her true reason for being here... to gain more photos or video that could later be used in her stalker scandal she has planned down to the last detail.

She spun around in his grasp, kissing him with a hunger that defied her mind’s warnings to just photograph him drunken and indisposed... But she couldn’t fight the magnetism of the moment.

She shoved him against the shower wall, unzipping his soaked pants, yanking them down along with his Ethika So Icy boxer briefs, which took her aback for a moment... She thought, “Damn this guy is thick! As if being mega-rich isn’t enough...” But as the briefs moved further down, his erection staring her directly in the face, she completely forgot her thoughts... only remembering her desire.

Drunkenly, he steps out of his pants and boxers bunched at his ankles, finding balance atop of her head...forcing her forward. She doesn’t fight his guidance, but instead gives in to the moment. He gasps, but tries to maintain his posture against the wet wall as she works him with precision. Completely taken over, he grips her head, guiding her into his strong thrusts, looking down upon her in total awe of her gazing back up at him with intensity... at her submissive nature allowing his will...

Turned on even further, as she begins to take his seed, he pulls her to him, kissing her as if she was an illusion that he needed to get all that he could from before disappearing from his eyes. He was so intoxicated that he couldn’t decipher reality, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.

This angelic being was bringing forth closure to a loneliness he’d buried deep within... He wasn’t alone anymore... He felt! It had been so long... He decided to pour every ounce of himself into this feeling... into her... releasing all of the pressure he’d been unable to escape... he would do just that in this moment.

Picking her up, he thrust every inch of himself into her roughly... pounding her slick meaty space repeatedly, giving every ounce of aggression, regret, fear, and desire into her... snatching her neck backwards by yanking her dripping locks... licking, kissing, sucking, biting... claiming every place that he could touch as his... leaving bruises in the wake of his passion... hearing her cries of painful pleasure... hearing her beg for more of him...

Never breaking his forceful strokes, he carries her over to the shower bench, lowering her, increasing his thrusts in this mastered squat that sends her over the edge... screaming, clawing, tears flowing over the deceptive pleasure she was enjoying so much more than she should.

~~~~~~~Her point of view ~~~~~~~~~

“How am I letting him distract me like this? Oh damn... He feels sooooo... Ah! Yes! Freeeeaaaak! Meeeeee! Oooooh-hah! Mmmmphhh” (She pants heavily, dragging her moans.)

Okay girl... pull yourself together... you... (She becomes lost in the feeling.)

I can’t... Don’t fall for this... He’s drunk!!! ... This isn’t because you have some connection. Don’t fall.... Don’t ...

Dammit! ... I... I can’t hold on... I’ll just give in... for now... (Little did she realize that this was her first step in the wrong direction... She would battle with herself from this point forward.)

~~~~~~~ End p.o.v ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As she climaxed, he could feel her flow begin. He dropped to his knees, tasting the rewards of his efforts... craving more of her offering. He leans over her, kissing her as if he himself will disappear from this spot any second now... seeing the tears flow from her face as he watches her response to his kisses; it was reflective of his release... physical, mental, emotional... was this just a mirrored metaphor???

But this felt ... REAL!...

She puts Sam to bed, snapping the photos that she originally started this little mission for. She also took a video of her draped across him, kissing him, him holding her, and other much more scandalous positions... She would edit these later, removing factors that could identify her...

With Sam fast asleep, and not waking any time soon, she returns to the shower to clean this night from her body; attempting to wash away the very real feelings that she was starting to have for him... he definitely didn’t deserve this from her... falling for him after the way he’d left her in the past.

She enjoys the lavishness of the shower, this time without distraction. Then slips out of the room, looking back for one last savory view.

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TNA- THE BATH...

Pairing: MC Dahlia Schulyler with Samuel Dalton

Characters depicted in this story are the property of Pixelberry from the original storyline The Nanny Affair. Characters include: Dahlia Schuyler, Samuel Dalton, Mason Dalton, Mickey Dalton, Carter - Family Driver

Warnings: 🍋🍋🍋🍋 EXPLICIT language and sexual content (not suitable for minors). !!!!!!!

Word Count: 1169

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https://soundcloud.com/therealtankmusic/nothing-on A/N: After completing a very lucrative merger during your lunch meeting, it’s time to unwind even further… Before you slip away, thank you for taking the time to read my posts. I am ever grateful for the inspiration and motivation by fellow bloggers. Feel free to share!

Chapter 4: TNA -THE BATH

As you sip on the cool rejuvenating drink Sam prepared, he enters the bathroom to draw your bath as promised. The pleasant aroma of wild basil, lime and lavender from the freshly lit candles wafts into the bedroom. The corner of your mouth rises into a smile...knowing Sam’s thoughts before you ever enter the bath…

Sam had a certain pattern when it came to spoiling you. Specific scents paired with certain techniques to relax you. This particular aroma immediately lets you know that a sensual massage will be a part of this “proper bath” session. Sam re-enters the bedroom, walking towards you with purpose. The smoldering fire in his dark eyes is already starting to stir your desire. You can’t help but focus on his length’s movement as he nears you. It’s as if it speaks to you silently, taunting you… “yeah, I know you enjoyed me... just you wait... you’ll come harder next time... the things I’ll make you feel…” Sam catches your line of view and smiles. He shakes his head knowingly, flashing those sexy ass dimples. Your face flushes, as you are well aware that your lover knows that he gives you an appetite for him that seems endless.

When he reaches you, he takes the glass and places it on the stand. He then leans in to give you a soft kiss. He lifts you with ease, and you instinctively straddle his hips. As he carries you toward your bath, you lean in kissing him passionately. You want to show your love for his relentless need to please you. Sam lowers you down onto a cushioned bench, and then moves to gather the heated essential oil mixture. He positions himself behind you, pouring the oil into his strong hands. You feel him nearing your neck and shiver involuntarily. This man is just too damned sexy for his own good. He reaches your ear and softly asks, “Where do you want these hands?” Your mind immediately knows, but what do you have time for exactly? Not realizing that your head has faced downward with your eyes focused on your center, you hear, “Oh I will make my way there for certain. Right now I have a different massage in mind.” ‘I see right now that I’d better take control of bath time or I will never make my meeting,” Sam says. You can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Let me know when you want more pressure.” He gently rubs inward from your shoulders to the base of your neck and outward towards your shoulder, repeating the strokes while increasing the pressure. He works your muscles, kneading with masterful technique. He leans forward saying, “Remember to take slow deep breaths.” As he retracts, he brushes your face to his and begins sensually kissing down the length of your neck. Sam’s tongues becomes a suctioning ripple making its way back up your neck, as his hands work over your shoulders now caressing your upper chest. The combined movements make your breaths quicken. Your eyes blink rapidly as the pleasure spreads throughout your body. With one fluent stroke, his hand glides up your throat...once reaching your chin, gripping lightly and turning your face upward to meet his lips. At first his lips cover yours, but soon his tongue snakes into your mouth deepening the kiss. Fire ignites in both of you. Moving to your front, he spreads your legs kneeling between them. Now kneading your thighs inward, Sam bends to the place you crave him the most. Feeling the heat of his moist breath, you spread even further angling your opening to his touch. While repeating powerful tongue waves and thrusting, he pulls you closer to deepen his reach. Hungrily, he devours you until your thighs tremble and you cry out his name, “S-Sam, fuck yes!.” Normally he would have been working himself along with you, but this time right now is all about you. Upon your full release, Sam stands and takes your hand, slowly leading you to the claw foot tub which he filled with bath salts and rose petals. He handles you so delicately, you feel like a porcelain doll he’s afraid will break. You lower yourself into the bath with a contented sigh. With a kiss to the forehead, Sam informs you that he’s going to shower. You watch as he enters the Vichy shower, almost jealous of his hands. He notices your attention, and puts on a show until the steam clouds your view. You never thought a person showering could be so seductive. Damn, is he a professional hypnotist?” Your imagination fills in what you’re missing as you close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of your bath...

Breaking you from your thoughts, Sam exits the shower and takes towels out of the towel warmer. He wraps one around his waist, not attempting to dry off. Next, he grabs a robe and brings a towel over to help you out of the bath. After helping you into the robe, he leads you back to the bench gesturing  for you to sit. The warmth of the towel is pleasant on your skin as he towels you dry. You can’t help but wonder if he’s drying off so quickly because his temperature is rising. Dahlia, curb this appetite for later...how am I never satisfied? I could stay on that body twenty-four seven...damn… “Did you hear me love?” “Oh, babe, sorry I was too busy taking you in I must admit. Would you please repeat what you said?” I’ve been thinking that we should plan an outing for the twins sometime this week. Have any ideas?” “Sam, that’s a wonderful idea, and I am happy I didn’t have to throw a tantrum for you to realize it. I will do some research and then run the ideas past you if that’s ok.” Massaging Mutha body oil into your skin, Sam answers saying, “I trust whatever you plan for us, but I will give any input you need.” Once satisfied that your bath treatment has met your standards, he exits to get dressed and tells you to sit a few minutes in the warmth of the room and drink some of the hot jasmine tea he’d placed by the bathtub. Exhaling with delight from your ‘proper bath’, you fix a cup and relax on the bench sipping happily...

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Late Night Affair...

Word Count: 1515 approximately 

Characters being depicted are the property of Pixelberry (Original storyline - The Nanny Affair) Character pairing: MC - Dahlia Schuyler with Samuel Dalton

A/N: I hope you enjoy my Kinktober entry. I’d like the give kudos to the gif creators...It’s like you live in my soul! Thanks to @rosrumble and @xxrawxx for such awesome artistry!

As you lounge around waiting for Sam to return from his parent’s villa, a flashback of a your shopping trip for your ‘naughty nights’ comes to mind. The vivid scene unfolds before you as if watching a movie of you and your lover in action...

“Click!”... Lost in ecstacy, you barely notice the shutter noise as Sam takes photo after photo... shots of him entering you from behind... shots of your love faces as you turn to bury your moans in your shoulder... shots of him spreading your for full view... shots of your backside, a view Sam truly admires...the smoothness of your skin, the curves of your ass, how this position has you ready for any pleasure he is ready to give... He switches the camera to video mode as he increases his thrusts into you; his front ramming your rear with passionate aggression, which makes you moan and yelp... His camera focusing on the rippling of your ass cheeks against his increasing force... he zooms in as if he has to preserve every expression he causes you to breathe out.

“Tell me how you feel... tell me exactly how you want me, babe...” are the sensual words you faintly hear Sam say between your own love sounds. “Oooh, fuck baby, you feel soooo good! Give it to me slower baby, go deep... please...” Responding to your words, Sam withdraws slowly and then plunges into you as deep as your body will allow him in... winding his next withdrawal, he allows you to feel every bit of his desire for you... the way he massages your ass and rubs the length of you lets you know that he fully intends to pleasure you until you’ve given up every last drop of your juices... the more you flow onto him, the more he lets you know how good you feel to him. His throaty groans combined with slow strokes of his thickness send you into your first orgasm. It’s so strong your breath catches, and you claw his abs in pleasure, reaching further to guide him into you just how your walls crave. You counterwind to maximize his feel within you, bucking against his every move. His strokes start to spiral as his release nears. Dropping the camera, he pulls you back to him; lifting you higher until your thighs are secured under his elbows. Using his now free hands for balance, he begins to thrust deeper, faster... the pleasure is almost unbearable, yet you want him deeper...faster... harder! “Yes, Sam! Give it to me. just. like. that! ...Please don’t stop... Ooooh!” You tilt your head back, begging for his kiss... you need his tongue plunging into your mouth at the same rhythm his fullness plunges into your center.

He can sense how bad your need is for him, and gives you what you need and more... bringing you to climax... Not wanting to fall over the edge just yet, Sam stops moving to just enjoy your flow... pulsating within you, he deepens his breaths and grips you close to him... The rise and fall of his muscular chest against your back lets you know that the slightest tease would bring his warm load flooding through you; but you don’t want this feeling to end just yet either. Breathing in sync with Sam, you reach back to cup his neck - your signal to him that you are bracing yourself for his release... these pauses Sam take always come with a second wave of desire that would tame a wild stallion in mere seconds. 

To your surprise, Sam withdraws and moves off the bed. Taking all of his erection into view as he moves to the dresser, you can’t help but wonder what trick he has on his mind... but you know that whatever he does will satisfy you beyond your wildest fantasies. He makes his way back to you with a flogger in hand, along with cuffs dangling... “Wait, do I see two sets of cuffs?” Your curiosity is peaked for sure. (Sam usually talks to you about props or costumes, and knows that you fully trust him... you’ve even told him before that he didn’t need to ask, only to pleasure you as he felt he should... but he’d never used anything without asking anyway.) “Hmmm? Has he learned my inner freak already? I thought I had my innocent act down pretty solid...

When Sam reaches you, he mounts you, straddling your ass... not entering you, but nestling his erection between your legs. Surely he could feel the heat exuding from your center as your desire rises within. He slips a blindfold over your eyes... “I didn’t see that in his hand..” you think as you feel a cuff around your right ankle, and then another on your left ankle. He then bends your legs forward, pressing his erection closer to you. A warm rush flows through you. Next, you feel him brace your throat and gently guide you back to him; feeling him place a harness against you. Your eyebrows shoot up, intrigued with what exactly he plans to do to you. You’re quickly brought out of your curiosity as you feel a cuff around your right wrist, and then your left. He leans back to pull the excess straps on the neck harness until you are in a backward arch, but only tight enough to give the desired amount of pressure on your throat.

He whispers in your ear, “You’re at my mercy now love... but don’t worry, I’m a mind reader tonight... I’ve got you, Dahlia.” Your walls tighten, needing to feel him inside you NOW! He eases back and lets his hands glide sensually along your back. He leans in, kissing your skin so gentle it tickles pleasurably and moves up until he is sucking along your neck. Knowing you are becoming lost in his kisses, he slowly enters you; moving increasingly faster. He kisses your neck so strongly that he is sure to leave his marks of passion all over you. The blood rush is making you lightheaded... “Ahhh, Sam!... I. love. you! I. NEED. you... All of you... I. fucking. love. it when you are buried in me...” He pulls out and lowers himself to your ass. He begins kissing your cheeks as he glides a finger along your opening, teasing your wetness. He pinches your clit gently, then massages it as he lowers his tongue into you; sucking and thrusting your juices, as he squeezes your ass. He moans, the vibration adding to the overwhelming release he is bringing from you. 

Sam rises from your center, then drives his shaft into you; wetting his length, withdrawing and enters your ass. The move was so swift that you almost didn’t notice, until the pressure deepened, causing you to grip the sheets letting out a scream of pleasure. He leans in close, stroking you with his full desire... The thrust is so intense that the neck harness begins to choke you as he guides your legs outward. “S-Sam!... Oh God, baby!...” Your love sounds are coming louder and more frequent... the blindness along with the bondage and Sam’s movements flood your senses causing your flow to stream. Sam begins to flog your rear gently, leaning back into the stroke of his length until you cry out. He eases his stride. You suddenly feel the dildo end of the flogger easing into the mouth of your arousal. He leans closer, stroking your center in alternate strokes of his erection, until he feels your legs become weak with your trembling release, bringing his release as well.

Both breathing erratically, he leans in to kiss your neck softly, moving to your lips as you turn over your shoulder needing his lips on yours.He then kisses you softly, removing the cuffs from your wrists; slowly moving to your ankles, removing the cuffs which causes the harness to fall away from your throat. He rolls to your side, gently rubbing your back. “So how were my psychic abilities tonight, love? Unable to focus, you turn to him giving him a smile of complete satisfaction and wink. After a brief moment, you tell him that you are going to have to stop being so easy to read, then snuggle into his arms.

You are startled by the sound of your phone ringing... you sit up quickly to answer it... “Hi, Sam! How quickly can you get home? I NEED YOU NOW!” you question him, the realization that you are still alone dawning on you... “Damn that felt so real...” You move to the dresser, pulling out the drawer Sam had opened in your vision...only to find your lingerie.

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✨Fanfic Sunday Funday✨

Fun, fun, fun! Thanks for tagging me @txemrn  and @pixie88 for this challenge.

Week 1: Share the most memorable piece of dialogue you’ve ever written!   My most memorable piece of dialogue has to be my first ever post to Tumblr... I was so new to writing... not that I’m not now... Just fresh out of the gate at that time.

Here’s my first TNA fanfic ever!

When We Touch...

When we touch …

Characters : property of Pixelberry (Choices - The Nanny Affair) I do not own the characters depicted. I am borrowing for the sake of entertainment. TY PB!

Originally posted by prophets-of-prog

⚠️ WARNING !!! : Explicit !!!!!!!!! Readers BEWARE … Very mature sexual content and strong language GUARANTEED 🥵

Word Count: 1,330 approx

Characters/Pairing:

MC: Dahlia Schuyler (you) paired with Male LI Samuel Dalton

Carter - Driver

Mason & Mickey Dalton - Twins of Samuel Dalton

Sofia Russo - Russo Enterprises, former lover/fiancé of Samuel Dalton

Summary: Sam has left Sofia at the altar publicly and is now vacationing with Dahlia, twins and Carter in Naples.

A/N : I enjoyed writing this, and hope you all enjoy it as much. Break out your favorite bottle of wine/liquor and prepare to drip… set your mood with that special Baby Maker music… Comments welcome! Let’s go!

News Headlines:

“Biotech Mogul leaves Business Princess at the Altar!” “Dalton-Russo Stocks Plummet After Public breakup!” Sam Dalton: Coward or Romantic? The Real Reason He Left on the Big Day!”…

Working on a plan to reduce fallout over calling off the wedding so publicly, a furrow lines Sam’s brow in determination to prove his sincerity to you …planning a life with you is not some fleeting decision made out of fear. The thought of you not existing, or being within reach, has rekindled the protective fire within Sam… he is as focused and commanding as you witnessed in the boardroom at Dalton Enterprises. You can’t stop reliving the moment that changed your life —the moment Sam and the twins convinced you not to take your flight, and whisked you off to Naples.

You sit next to him in your lingerie, bouts of heat and moisture rushing through your center as your desire overtakes you. “Sam”… but he doesn’t reply, transfixed on setting this right immediately…silently anguishing over the fact that it has come this far…almost solidifying you leaving without any form of contact… Sam’s breath catches suddenly, as a sharp pain jolts through his heart. Tears threaten to pour over his gorgeously thick lashes as he squints, shaking his head briskly as if to expel the intrusive memory that had been locked away for the past five years now. He had already lost his true love … he would not lose the love of his life after having convinced her to accept him and the twins for a lifetime.

You grow deeply concerned, but don’t want to cause Sam to become withdrawn, so you choose to be coy instead. “Sam, I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.“ …”Hmmph?” is the questioning reply Sam gives to your taunting… “One sec, babe. I really need to get this done. I don’t trust anyone else to handle this. It’s too sensitive.”

Your impatience won’t allow you to ignore the fire that has ignited within you. Thinking of Sam’s drive is giving you drive of your own. Memories of your first night together as an official couple flash in your mind. Remembering  how he drove himself deep within you, throbbing with release. {I need that pulse again!} You decide to lay on the floor at a distance that gives a silhouette of your movements over the display of Sam’s laptop (that has taken top priority over you). You begin to slowly wiggle your g-string down with your feet and spread apart … “Hurry love, I’m starting without you …” you moan seductively. Your fingers slowly snake their way down to take a sample of your juices. “…you promised to always take care of me …nnnh… WHEN-EVER I nee-ded you…but if pleasing me doesn’t fall in that , nnnh…ooooh…” (your eyes flutter as you pleasure yourself, speechlessly counting down the seconds until …)

Sam has moved towards you so swiftly that you didn’t realize he had even moved. “Damn, Dahlia” is all you hear as you feel Sam’s oral erection dive into your overflowing center. “Damn you taste good.” His craving ignites, and he pins your hands underneath you. Be a good girl and keep those there…and remember … YOU asked for this”… He lies between your legs, wrapping his muscular arms underneath your thighs. With a sudden jerk of his hands, he quickly pulls you to him. You gasp at the vibrating ripple stemming from your clit to the tip of his tongue, which is suctioned to your trembling walls, as Sam hums at the taste of you. “Mmmmm!”His tongue lunges deep into you…the firmness of his nose pressing stimulating circles against your nub as he works you skillfully… you suck in a sharp breath…moans escaping your lips as you bite them to fight off a pleasurable scream…

“Lemme hear how good this feels to you” … Sam’s husky words reach you between your labored breaths…”Damn you’re so hot and wet for me”…  the intensity of his deep slow strokes rotated with quick flicks of your clit with the tip of his tongue sends your pleasure flooding through… “that’s it, cum for me!” Those words send a thrill that causes you to buck in rhythm with Sam…you need to touch him… Quickly removing your hands from underneath you, you dig your nails into his shoulder gently at first, but piercingly as you begin to climax.

Sensing your release, Sam drinks all that your body offers…his hands gripping your ass firmly, preventing any resistance of pleasure. He grins up at you knowingly, then releases you to quickly remove his clothing. “How do you want me, Dahlia? It’s yours to command.” You give him a naughty smirk and roll on your left side. You then use your right arm to suspend your right leg in the air. “Oh, you want thrust action. I’ve got you, Dahlia. Hold tight.”

Sam eases towards you, stroking his full length with precision. Giving it the needed shake to rush the blood flow… to give you exactly what you begged for…ALL OF HIM…he lightly taps the head against your clit, reminding you of the weighted pleasure you are about to receive. He leans across you, kissing you soft and passionately as he eases into you. Succumbing to his own excitement, he gives a trembling thrust until your bases connect. He hesitates as he takes in your heat…pulsating within you. You gently claw his sides until you take hold of his flexed ass urging him to move within you. He begins to slowly withdraw letting you wet every inch of him, then winds forward with a rush that says he doesn’t want this feeling to end. Stroke after stroke pushes you higher and higher, causing you to whisper the command…”Fuck me Sam…”, moaning “… ooooooh, yes baby! Harder!” Complying, Sam leans back steadying your leg on his shoulder and placing your hand on his chest. He thrusts your depths until a river flows over him as you cry out his name. “Sam!” You feel his heated flow rush through you as he breathes out your name intensely…”Dahlia…” His shaft still pulsates inside you calming from his release…Sam lowers himself onto you holding back his full weight. He gives you a lingering kiss while rolling over with you lying on top of his chest.

He runs his fingers ever so slowly through your hair, soothing you. “Did you get what you needed?” You smile against his chest,and teasingly say, “you know I do every time.” You playfully grasp his taut nipple between your teeth, giving it a gentle tug. “Okay, baby. A little while longer lying like this, then I have to get back to putting out the other fires brewing.” Sighing, you roll off Sam. “Yes, Mr. Dalton. I understand. But, ummm, ink me in for a lunch session.”   Sam laughs, calling you insatiable, but he clears his calendar for your lunch date.

Sam opens his laptop, and an email immediately comes in marked high priority from none other than Sofia Russo… Sam’s eyes grow dark as he informs you of the content.

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TNA - The Punishment

https://open.spotify.com/track/3EG8u9wz5zgTnEWgTrYBaQ https://open.spotify.com/track/1My0dcx8O6KEKzEIj5GBmu Warning: Mature language and sexual content.  Not recommended for minors.

Word Count: 1825 approximately 

Characters: Dahlia Schuyler paired with Samuel Dalton (owned by Pixelberry - The Nanny Affair)

A/N: Sam has just completed the family meeting and returned. You sparked a fire in him with your sexting... he promised you punishment... just what is in store, and can you handle the consequences of your teasing?

Taking you from behind was his most thrilling position. Something about the careful way he mounted you, gently gliding his length through your already soaked center. Withdrawing with a speed so slow that you could measure what you were about to receive in your mind.

It was guaranteed that even with closed eyes, you could see and feel his thickness as it moved within you. It would cause your breath to catch each time he entered. The slow movement begins to overpower both of your patience. Sam quickens his pace and force of his thrust. As he lunges inward, you buck back into the stroke, angling toward the burning itch, to feel him where your body desires him most. Your arch becomes more of a deep curve as Sam grabs hold of your hair at its base, tugging back firmly, causing you to gasp. He leans and tells you to look him in the eyes. He grips your head and brings you in for a deep tongued kiss as he rams your center. His large hand moves to hold your throat guiding you further back; slightly choking he gives you all of his desire in a kiss that drives you over the edge with hot release. Your moans of pleasure fuels the adrenaline rush, causing Sam to grip you by the breasts, pleasantly squeezing your nipples. His hold is so firm, you move as one. His tongue flicks the opening of your mouth as you continue to cry out in pleasure, “Yes, Sam. Keep fucking me. Just. Like. That!” He playfully tongue wrestles you for a moment only, quickly slowing the kiss to match his slowing pace. 

 Without warning, but with swiftness, Sam changes both your positions. He leans backward bringing you with him. He spreads his knees apart, pulling you between them. You’re both now upright on your knees with his grip on your shoulders. Sam leans further back almost into a backbend. He positions this way to allow for a long stroke; the stroke he knows will bring forth every drop of your love. He begins to slowly rocking his hips in a circular pattern as if churning your juices; stoking the fire within you to a full blown blaze. As his strokes come into you faster…harder…deeper, your walls quiver… slowly erupting with extreme heat and a flow that sends both of you over the top…You overflowing on Sam as he bursts within you… his heated flow sending an extreme thrill through your walls causing them to spasm with delight. Your lustful moans collide forming a melody of love and fulfillment. You immediately feel Sam harden within you once more. He strokes a few times more before coming against you, his chest muscles flexing against your back. He softly says against your ear, “Come ride this dick reverse cowgirl … you won’t get off that easy you tease… because of you, that’s all I could think about this afternoon… Come take your man … don’t hold back.”

Hearing his words puts a coy smile on your face, as teasing Sam excites you. you slip off of him, quickly turning around to push him backwards with a flirtatious grin. “Hold on to your balls, I’m about to ride the fuck out of you!”  Once Sam is positioned, you turn and slowly back your ass up to his face, angling your opening for clear view, sliding a couple fingers in teasingly. Slinking down his chest and abdomen, slightly grazing his skin; you grip his erection, easing your wetness down on him ever so slowly, until your base touches your hand. You maintain your grip, tightening as you ease up his shaft to his tip. Sam sucks in a hard breath as you lightly grind down on his head with movements simulating the figure eight. Feeling Sam tense with pleasure and matching your movements, arching his back to provide maximum momentum of his hip thrusts deep within you, trembling of your thighs almost overtake you. Remembering Sam teasing you about this happening, you straddle his thighs with your feet to hold him down. After all, you are in control of this ‘dickey ride’. Your goal is to make Sam cum so hard he’d immediately drain of his energy. “Oh no Dalton, I am in control! Just enjoy, cowboy!” 

 You release your handgrip because, with your feet restraining his movements, his thickness stands erect with ease. “Ready or not, here you cum,” you say teasingly. You lean back and rotate your hips as if riding a mechanical bull. Unable to resist, Sam groans, letting you know that he is indeed at your mercy. Thing is, he doesn’t realize that this ride isn’t about him at all. In the reverse cowgirl, you feel Sam everywhere within… he hits every spot aching for his touch… it’s almost as if his dick reaches through you with each bounce, driving further and further until it takes hold of your heart itself. You are silent, listening to the sound of your love juices kissing your engulfed lover… hearing his moans, pleading for you not to stop fucking him, pleading for you to make him hold in his love until he begged for release. You’ve trained this dick to cum only when you wanted… yes, you had mastered, ‘‘The Samuel Dalton’ … now coined ‘‘The Billionaire Tap-out’, as his orgasms reach such a forceful height that he taps your ass begging for release.

Motivating his need to release, almost whispering you ask him, “Is this dick mine exclusively Mr. Dalton?”, judging from his hesitant answer for timing of his release. “Yesss ba-by… on-ly yoursss…” is his mumbled reply. “Mmmm, good.. keep it that way,” you respond, bouncing erratically nearing your peak… trying with all of your might to bring his orgasm first. Your thoughts take control…”“Damn this feels so right! Fuck losing control, and Sam winning… just.feel.this.dick… take it all in!… “That’s it Sam, make this pussy drown this dick! Yes, Sam… oh God, YES!” 

 Feeling him pulsate, you slip off of him… “Not yet Dalton, not yet…” ““Oh damn, love… I was there,” he says, breathing heavily. “I know, but I didn’t hear any begging or pleading so… No! You aren’t allowed to cum yet.” “Don’t tease me Dahlia, it’s not nice. I NEED that nut… please babe, can I have it? Please babe, please can I have you? Will you please get back on it? I need to feel you on this dick. I NEED to feel you cum all over it… Pleeease!”  Damn, this man is so fucking sexy when he begs for me is all you can think. You back up his chest until your pussy is staring him in the face… damned near on his tongue already, feeling the desire from his stare all over your body. You take him in your mouth and proceed to give him head so strongly that you actually see his thighs lock and his toes curl. Sam proceeds to search your insides with his fingers, exiting only to flick you clit rapidly before plunging them inside once again. Suctioning stroke after suctioning stroke from base to head makes his did jerk in your mouth as if it’s trying to tap out for Sam. Moving faster with precision, flicking your tongue against his shaft as you stroke him, you feel the heat of Sam’s breath as he nears your center. He licks you with slow, long strokes moving into quick spiraling strokes. You switch to fully licking his shaft up the side like a lollipop, then tap the head like a drum with the tip of your tongue. Sam falls back, but quickly dives back into your pussy, his passion letting you know he’s so close to release… his determination to bring you first ignites your desire. Your breaths quicken and you almost lose focus… “Oh fuck, Sam! Damn! Eat this pussy, babe… just… like… tha-…” Cutting your words, you crash down on his dick, sucking with purpose… he must cum first or tap out… Just as he almost takes you over, feeling your flow begin, Sam taps your ass and falls back… immediately saying, ““Loved, get back on it. I need to be in you. I wanna feel you come on this dick, please sit on this thing and give me what I want…what I NEED! Please love? And with that, you turn and mount your stallion for the final ride. You straddle him and instruct him to look at you, not to take his eyes off of you. 

  You eye him seductively, licking your lips as you sit on him, easing to his base as if setting a timer for countdown until he blows. You take his hands and you begin to move and place them on your nub. As Sam starts to rub circles on your nub with his thumbs, he spreads you for full view of him entering and exiting you. Ohmygod he is so full and is touching you everywhere, damn he is every-thing!,” you begin thinking as you ride him fast and hard, stroking your own breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples as they bounce uncontrollably with your movements… “Yes love, fuck me! It’s all yours, ONLY yours,” Sam grunts. Your head falls back, and he knows you’ll be arriving soon. “That’s it, drown this dick!” And with those words you feel a tidal wave of warmth flood you, hearing Sam’s thrilled release which brings you pouring out on him with a force that makes your walls thump with pleasure. “That’s it love, give me every drop,” he says just before coming up to kiss you as if he is going to devour you, tasting each other’s love. “Oh FUCK babe, do you feel what you do to me? Take every drop!” Sam bucks until you give your final release in unison… “Two for one… I win Mr. Dalton, or is it TBT tonight?,” you tease. ““You can call me whatever love, because you put it on me just how I like,” he breathes against your neck, kissing it gently. “Never doubt that your woman will rise to your every challenge, Mr. Dalton. Shall we trademark the phrase so you won’t forget?” “Oh, Dahlia! I can never forget anything about you. I especially remember each and every love sound and face you make,” he teases with a low husky laugh. Damn I love this man … Thank God he placed that ad for a love-in nanny… your last thoughts before falling asleep, content in each other’s arms….

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TNA - Sofia’s Revenge

Word Count: 1869

Characters depicted are the property of Pixelberry - original storyline from The Nanny Affair. 

Character pairings: MC & Sam Dalton; characters: Dahlia Schuyler(MC), Samuel Dalton, Carter - the family driver, Mason & Mickey Dalton (twins), Sofia Russo, Paolo Russo, Tony Russo, Luca - DE employee-Milan, Italy branch, Robin Flores

As Sofia put her plan into action, she managed to slip away from Donatello thanks to Selena’s distraction. On to meet Valdemort, might as well face the music now rather than later.

Checking her surroundings to make sure she remains unseen, she slips into the usual meeting place. The small but sophisticated establishment was situated just an alleyway behind the former Eros Incorporated building. The coffee shop seems different today, maybe it’s because her world has been completely upended. Making her way up to the barista, placing the usual coded order. The barista gives Sofia an approving nod upon handing over the hot brew, pointing to the side door. Entering through the door, and following the hallway down to the office where these meetings are usually held, she takes a steadying breath. “Here we go...”

There he is, Voldemort in the flesh (so to speak)…. none other than Rowan West - former head of the highly exposed company Eros. The original and very human Rowan West did in fact meet his demise after falling from a roof. The man was egotistical, delusional, and psychotic. He was most definitely paranoid, as he modeled matches in his own image to be stationed at his multiple facilities.

This version of Rowan West was the most ruthless and evolved, surpassing the persona that once was his creator. He had even mastered the ability to discern emotion in artwork, which was the tell for their inhumanity.  As each new and improved version changed in personality, their names did as well. He chose to go by the name Roeden West. (Roeden unscrambled is redone, so he felt the name suited him perfectly.)

As she entered, Roeden immediately moved to greet Sofia, leading her to the couch. He truly missed Sofia, her icy persona being a major turn on to his equally matched nature.  She shuddered at his touch, the involuntary scowl forming on her face although she tried to mask it.

“Ahh, Sofia. I see you made it with time to spare,” he begins as he kisses the nook of your neck. “Can we skip the small talk Roeden, and get this meeting over with? I truly don’t have very long before Donatello realizes that I’ve gone missing. Selene can only keep him occupied for a brief time.”  His sudden grip on her chin startles her as he forces her to look into his eyes, “Sof, let’s not forget who is actually controlling things, although I do so love your attempts to be forceful. Why don’t you ever allow me the respect of letting me woo you first, and then discuss business? Tell me, beautiful…”  Sneering at his words, she snatches away from him, moving to the bar to fix herself a drink. “Pardon my manners Roeden, but I tried to stress to you that this has not been an ideal time for me. I will try to refrain from unpleasantries.”

Sof, we are going on a trip… before you wrinkle that gorgeous face, I already have the ‘Solution’ on how to deal with Paolo. She will also handle your Dalton and Flores issues as well. “She?” Now Roeden has gained Sofia’s full attention, peaking her curious nature. If she knew him as well as she thought, this was not going to be just some fluff and pampering, it could be potentially deadly. “Yes, ‘she’... and when you’re done pouting, I can have her join us.”

“Roe… are… are you replacing me?... But I’ve done everything as you’ve wanted me to… The thing with Robin, is that what this is about? What could she possibly offer? I have been at this for years, and now… now that’s just it?” Sofia’s temper and scowl quickly flared… hasn’t she gone through enough… God damn you Voldemort!! Her thoughts come erratically, she throws her glass, just nearly missing him shattering on the wall behind … Before she can spiral any further, Roeden sends a quick text as he moves toward his ice Princess.

“Now then, since you can’t curb that temper of yours, I WILL!” Roeden bawled out at Sofia, snatching her by the throat with a tight grip, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, almost gagging her, kissing with fierce desire and aggression. He takes her hand, forcibly gliding her palm against his meaty arousal.  He pulls away, pressing his mouth in her ear. “Shall I teach you a lesson Sof? I have REPEATEDLY expressed to you how much handling business first over your TANTRUMS means to me…”

Without waiting for a reply, he presses her against the bar, grinding against her as he runs his hand inside the slit of her skirt, tightly tracing her inner thigh. As his fingers walk upward towards the place she dreads his touch the most, he commands her, “CONSENT!” He presses his tongue against her pulse point just above her collarbone’s center, judging her level of fear, before raking it up her throat, over her chin, and back into his torturous kiss.

Sofia trembles, eyes struck with fear, beginning to well with tears she is determined will not fall. He won’t break her, she’s held strong this long...She tries to gain her composure, but his grip on her throat tightens almost cutting her breath. With a firm thrust, he shakes her, as if to her senses, giving an aggravated growling last attempt,  “CONSENT, SOF… or be FORCED to SUBMIT!!”

Legs giving way from her wrecked composure, she barks out, “TAKE ME, ROE !”, with a deep exhale. The demand barely falls from her lips, as he rips her lingerie without effort, lowering himself to her quivering center. His tongue thrusts are eager, deep, rough, and relentless… a painful pleasure...

He means to give punishing pleasure to this woman that defies him so easily… who forgets the danger he poses… who simply refuses to be his possession. He won’t give into her tantrums or feminine wiles … not until she learns to dominate him. Tantrums only earn Sofia one thing, sexual torment, but this is a character flaw she has yet to master. Truth be told, Sofia enjoys this aggressive role play with Roeden.

{Toxic - Rumer Willis}

As Roeden takes her wetness, savoring the taste of her forbidden fruit, he forces her to ride his tongue, gripping her ass cheeks, rocking her steadily against it with hostility. No matter how much she resists, the thrilling touch of his tongue against her, the adrenaline stealing pressure of his nose circling her clit, takes over causing her to ejaculate harder with forced moans of pleasure, her pupils darkening to a pinpoint from the high. “Ro-o-oe!,” she breathes convulsively. Feeling her release, Roeden gently licks in long strokes as her flow comes, then kisses her clit as if in reward as it subsides.

{Appreciated- Rumer Willis}

As if showing compassion, he takes an ice cube from the ice bucket and traces her soreness, occasionally inserting it inside her. He kisses her peckingly, forcing the taste of her body from his mouth and tongue onto hers. Holding her tightly against him, he whispers, “Can’t you taste my weakness? You always cum hard for me Sof…” Sofia remains silent in her euphoric emotional state… violated, satisfied, and strangely enough… safe. He would never penetrate her with himself unless she truly wanted him to, even in his animalistic nature.

He picks up her discarded lingerie, touches it to her center, then sniffs her scent. I’ll discard these later, and have new ones on the way. He fixes her another drink, gently placing a kiss on her forehead before handing it to her. “Compose yourself, we have guests arriving.”

She moves into the private bathroom, the sway in her walk now dramatized. Once inside, she views herself in the floor length mirror. The reflection isn’t of herself, but the shattered remains of an unsupported daughter, a discarded fiancée, and a woman interrupted… Who has she become? How could she have found so much pleasure in his torment?

Realizing delay will only lead to infuriating Roeden, she moves to the sink to freshen up her eyes. Her fingers clenched tightly against the basin, she allows a few tear drops to fall before gathering herself. “Robin…” is her last thought as she makes her way back to Roeden’s side.

As she takes a deep steadying breath, the door opens with the entry of his guests. Harley greets Roeden as Sophia looks on, unable to blink, totally aghast, as the second guest approaches her. Unable to fathom the reality of the person she is staring at face to face, she turns away to silently seek explanation from Roeden.

“Well, Sol? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself? Don’t leave the lady speechless.”

“Sofia Russo, meet your stand-in,  ‘Sol Lutíon’, well, my technical name is Solution. I’m the Siren replica of you. It’s so great to finally meet the woman behind my persona… The woman with so much power and perfection that I have to update multiple times a week to replicate flawlessly. Oh, and thanks, I guess, for visiting Eros’ Perfect Match office years ago. You know… kinda wouldn’t have been here if you hadn’t...”

Sofia immediately fears Roeden has decided to completely end her existence. “Roe? Please elaborate on … ‘Sol’ and the trip you mentioned earlier… please Roe... Roeden.”

He leads her to the loveseat, motioning for Sol to place the Louis Vuitton travel bag on the cocktail table, giving a head nod towards Harley. I know that you have a lot of questions, and I plan to answer them all. Briefly, she’s who Dahlia walked in on with Robin at the rehearsal dinner, the one who went Gala shopping with her while you were doubled over with food poisoning, the one who helped your little “revenge tell all” go off without a flaw… oh, almost forgot to mention that she replaced you at the engagement party after I called you… you came out to meet with me, she went in causing a minor scene… she even went home with your ‘beloved Sam’.” Right now, she’s the woman delivering your new lingerie. Later, she will be who  Donatello returns home after Selene’s done with him… or shall we call her Sydney?…”

“Wait, Sydney...why? Why would ‘we’ call her that?... You didn’t?”

“Selene is fine, off in rehab after breaking down when Dalton-Russo stock crashed, along with her investment. We just send in Sydney when she has these moments, or when interacting with Dalton Enterprises… can’t have your ‘friend’ jeopardizing our years of hard work, can we?”

The reality of Roeden acting out a plan he has not privileged her to set in quickly. Sofia would need to indulge in this ‘trip’ if she’s truly going to have a chance to uncover any intel on his plan. After Keegan had gone rogue, exposing Rowan West, Roeden wasn’t as open with Sofia as he had been in the past. How was she going to gain intel of this Siren Project to make sure she isn’t disposed of, and to recognize when her friend Selene has been replaced by Sydney?

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TNA - The Long Awaited Words cont’d...

Word count: 2,040 approximately 

Disclaimer: Sexual content. Mature audience over 18.

Music motivation: LSG Door #1, Round & Round, and My Body

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Sam tells you to lie/lay flat on your stomach, letting you know that “face down, ass up” therapy is his treatment prescribed tonight. “Feeling flexible?”..He asks this while licking his lips. You curiously reply, “ I’m sure you know exactly how to loosen me up.” He gives a husky chuckle as he walks over to your side of the walk-in closet. When he begins to bend and reach towards a certain door on the shelving, you immediately blush with embarrassment. He has found your no-longer-secret bag containing your special items from your outing prior to your scheduled ‘lunch meeting’. Damn, Dahlia! You might as well have left them out in plain sight! But he’s never gone through your things before...the thoughts race through your mind in sync with an unexpected adrenaline high. What will he pull out of there? Ugggh! Why’d I have that sudden wild streak and buy so much? Ohmygod, I am in trouble...you just can’t calm your thoughts...you are so entangled in thought, you don’t notice that Sam has already returned to you. It isn’t until he grabs your ass with both hands that you escape your thoughts. He begins to move his hands in slow circles, abducting your muscles... widening his view of your entrance. With a firm “Smack!”, Sam ignites a fire through your core. He kneels over you, then slides his hands under your thighs. He guides them almost shoulder width apart. “Give me your hands” he commands. You don’t look towards him, but place your hands in his. “No cheating, so don’t look back at me. No movement unless I tell you.” Oh lord, what is he up to? Oh no, he didn’t grab that did he? No sooner than the thought cross your mind, you felt a cuff being belted snuggly on one hand then the other. Jesus help me...he is trying to kill me! With your hands secured between your thighs, Sam pulls gently on your hips until you are on your knees. You then feel a cuff slide around your ankle...it feels weighted...now a cuff tightens on the other. You hear “click”. You are now officially leapfrogged.

“Now that I have you completely at my mercy, what are my limits? This is strictly for your pleasure, love”... Choose your safe phrase...just make sure it’s not Ohmygod, Oh Fuck, or Fuck Me, because you will be saying plenty of that.” As he awaits your decision, he slides a blindfold over your eyes. “No limits,” you say… letting Sam know you fully trust him. “I’ll just follow your body language, I promise you satisfaction,” he says.

“Since you were a little minx earlier, your punishment is that you don’t get to touch tonight. If you give any argument, or beg for this dick, you will intensify your punishment...do you understand me love?” “I-I”... you sigh deeply, you know you can’t go without feeling his arousal waist deep in you…would he really be able to hold it from you? “goddam-, I mean, yes I understand.” There is no way I won’t beg for it, how am I to make it through this? “Good girl. I will allow begging IF I tell you to beg, but only then can you without penalty.” Sam goes silent, but you can hear him removing his briefs. Picturing it in your mind arouses you, a warm pool forming in your center. This is so sexy to you, even your mouth begins to water...he is always so attentive in his love making...you feel your breaths becoming heavy and build in pace as the anticipation takes over. Then you feel his movement...Is he crawling? Damn this blindfold! You start to feel heat build...then his tongue creeps from your clit in a slow glide back towards your center...just as you expect it to enter you, it goes back to your clit...he repeats this for a few strokes, and then you feel him enter...two thick fingers deep...stirring your juices...you then feel him begin to lick and suck on your inner thigh, never breaking his finger rhythm, but his mouth traveling upward to your crease...until it reaches your nub. His tongue begins circling, applying a gentle pressure...the moist-heat from his breath adding an extra thrill...your senses are in a frenzy...you don’t know what to let your mind focus on...imagining Sam perform either motion is almost as good as actually seeing him perform it. You are getting lost in this mental picture when, “Smack!” He gives a firm spank to your ass. “Ooooh!”, you moan as the gentle vibrations surge towards your center… “Sam”, you whimper...he immediately removes his fingers and tongue dives into you, swaying with precision. The alternation of suction to your walls and quick thrusts causes your breath to catch. You want to grip something so desperately, but all you can do is claw your own palms… “Oh Fuck, Sam! Oh My G-! Before you can finish the words he’s fingering you once again, and now kissing your ass… “Ahhh!, Mmph!” is all you can murmur between rapid breaths… “Yes, sexy...moan for me… say my name!” “Smack!” He slaps your ass firmly this time...than once more before going back to drink your juices. Your flow is coming forcefully now, pleasure racing through you. His tongue flicks your clit rapidly… Damn, is this thing a hummingbird? His quick movements have your chest tightened with anxiety. He rotates swiftly between flicks of your clit and deep thrusts in all of your wetness…You are so lost in fight or flight that your lashes flutter, your thighs tremble, threatening to give way...you want to scream...you want to ride his face… “Say my name, Dahlia...Who’s pussy is this?” His grip tightens on your thighs, steadying you into his desired position. With as much breath as you can catch, you loudly mumble “Sam...damn baby...it’s your pussy! ONLY yours!” No sooner than your words escape, you climax! “YES, SAM, YESSSSS!” Your center spasms uncontrollably, almost mimicking the thrusts of Sam’s tongue. “Good girl! That’s it love… keep cumming for me just like that. I am just getting started.”

Just getting started! Damn stallion, can this foal recover a bit? I couldn’t stand right now if he asked me to. Shit I love the way he makes me feel! What else can he want to do to me? Suddenly the blindfold comes off. Sam is lying bare before you. He now has a firm grip on his shaft, gliding it slowly. Your eyes are fixated, you can’t stop thinking how much you’d like to tease him…pleasure him. Your eyebrow twitches upward in excitement. Sam senses your thoughts, and teasingly grinds his hand. His free hand now strokes your hair gently. Damn, this man is truly a multitasker...Kiss me Sam...Oh God, I want to put it in my mouth...damn his penalty...I don’t know if my heart can handle the cost...I’m so intrigued...what kinda punishment? Surely it’s extreme pleasure, not torture… Your lips are parted by Sam’s tongue. He kisses you tenderly, then with more desire. Just as you start to deepen the kiss, by sucking his tongue, he pulls away...He begins to stroke himself faster and moan, “Dahlia, damn I wish you were giving me head, but I don’t want to set you free just yet… Mmmm...Do you want to touch it...feel it in you? Don’t you love how it makes you cum? I know I love feeling you cum on me… Mmmm.” Do I give in? Fuck, he knows just how to lure me in...fuck yes I want to feel you in me, thrusting, resting, just in me! Dammit Sam!” Two can play at this teasing game! “Sam, damn that thang looks larger than usual. You’re that hot for me right now? Imagine me riding you reverse cowgirl...ooh fuck Sam, I’m starting to drip just picturing it. Can you see me on you baby? I start out by lowering myself on it slow-ly, gripping it tight with my walls as I take all of you in. Then I’ll grind it figure eight style...Mmmm, damn I can feel that already”… (Envisioning your words, Sam is slowly stroking himself from base to tip, giving his head a slight wiggle. You can tell he is nearing his peak.) “Oh damn, baby is this considered an argument? I didn’t mean to break the rules, you’re just deep in me, I mean my head” “Hmmm?” Sam hums as he dreadfully opens his eyes, realizing you are no longer talking him through his orgasm. “No babe, that wasn’t an argument...but you can beg for me to put this good dick in you...if you truly NEED it. Matter of fact, beg for it! That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order!” His tone is firm and commanding. He teases your nipple, lightly squeezing and pulling. “Let me hear you beg for this dick, Dahlia!” Your silence only motivates his aggression. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a forceful kiss. After biting your lower lip teasingly, he tells you to beg for it once more. “Sam...baby, please. Please, I NEED your dick...please...I’ll drown it...Give it to me baby, please... I need it NOW Sam! You know I can make you scream my name…Pleaseeeee! I’ve gotta have it baby!” Your pleading alone almost sends him over the edge. Without hesitation, Sam grabs the back of your head and yanks it back. “Open your mouth! Wider! As soon as it’s open enough he lowers his throbbing length into your mouth. Sam looks into your eyes, making sure you see his desire overtaking him. He begins to move slowly, giving your mouth time to adjust to his size. But his pace picks up quickly. He begins fucking your face roughly, tears forming in your eyes. He knows he isn’t hurting you, not his naughty girl. This is how you would give it to him when he loved you over the edge. You hold your own, taking what control you could by applying suction. Locking down so his thrusts would cause him to release. And just as you knew it would, “Ahhhhh! Dahlia!... Sam’s warm flow rushes and you drink him, as desperately as he’d drank you, until his thrusts become a slow involuntary spasm. Sam withdraws, lowering himself to kiss you sensually. “Shit I love you babe! You sure know how to keep my heart tied to you.” After another slow kiss, you ask… “Wanna set me free, though?” He puts his forehead against yours. “Only because I don’t want to torture you, but I did rather enjoy having you at my mercy. It’s way easier to get you to submit to my will.” He moves to remove the restraints, kissing you gently down your body until he reaches your wrists and ankles. He presses the release button on the spreader and then unfastens the restraints. Once discarded, you immediately have to touch him, hold him, kiss him. “Damn, love. If accessories bring the beast out of you like this, let’s do shopping together next time. Maybe we can even reserve one of their rooms and try out our purchases before we leave…” “I’ll be sure to open up my calendar … although, you already have merger lunches scheduled throughout it already.” “So are you saying that Mr. Business Mogul can’t handle rigorous negotiations? Should I rethink this partnership?” “Don’t you dare, I’d give you full access, but someone has to bear the burden of work. Needless to say, my naughty minx, that would be me. I can’t have you overworked. I think these negotiations need your full attention for success.” “Sure, Mr. Dalton... I didn’t know that my being a full-time sex slave was in this partnership.” “Remind me, Ms. Schuyler to send an updated memo giving full disclosure. Now let me hold you. Recovery is of the utmost importance...we have another disciplinary session rising as we speak...”