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#Women.

I fuck them. I use them. I pay them off. I find another. My demands are never denied. My contracts are always signed. They submit to me. Willingly. Completely. Temporarily. This is how it’s always been.

Until I saw that filthy tweet.#

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“I asked you a question, Grace. Will you agree to my terms?”

Her eyes are darting around, looking at anything but me. She begins with a shake of her head, her answer, a no for sure, on the tip of her tongue.

I stop her before she can start and take my hand to her throat, wrapping it around the smooth skin of her neck in such a way that I can feel her pulse. “Do you like to be choked during sex, Grace?”

“What?” she gasps.

“Choked,” I say as I palm her a little more forcefully. She swallows against my hand and I almost come right there. Her fear is a turn-on, I won’t deny it.

“No,” she says, her words vibrating against my skin. I pull back, but she places her hand on mine and keeps it pressed against her, the throbbing of her heartbeat even more pronounced now. “I don’t want to be choked. But…” She looks up at me and swallows again. My cock grows harder in response as I wait for her words. “But I like thethought of being choked.”

I relax and let out a sigh. Then a chuckle. “You kinky bitch.” I lean down and kiss her again, my tongue pushing against hers as my hand remains against her windpipe. “I can do that, Grace. I won’t hurt you. You will trust me and always know that I won’t hurt you. But if you like to be scared, I can do that. Is that what you like?”

“No, not scared. I’m not—”

Her words stop abruptly because my hand slips between her legs and my fingers pry her underwear away from her pussy and seek out her folds. She is so wet. “That’s my answer right there, baby. I will always be able to tell if you’re enjoying the way I arouse you with my fingers. You like this, don’t you? You’re dirty, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she squeaks out as my fingers continue to play with her, rubbing against her opening, then sweeping back to her ass.

“Would you like my cock in your ass, Grace?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever had anal sex?’

“No.”

Oh, fuck me. “I will be your first then. If you agree.” My finger leaves the hard bud of her ass and sweeps forward to touch her clit. She moans as I palm her whole pussy. “Won’t I, Grace? You will let me fuck you in the ass? Me and no one else?”

She moans and I pull her hair with my other hand, yanking her neck back so she has to look at me. “Do you like me to pull your hair?”

“Yes, but not too hard.” She pushes her hips against my thigh, grinding her pussy, looking for release.

I turn her around and grip her throat again, forcing her body against mine. “Hmmm, I don’t think so, Grace. I get to decide how hard to pull your hair. I get to decide how hard to press against your throat. I get to decide when I take your ass and how. That’s the whole idea of submission. Right now I’m asking you yes or no to these things in general, not how you want them done to you. Do you understand?”

Her body has gone stiff in my embrace and so yes, she does understand. But she’s not happy about what I just said.

“Grace, I asked you a question. If you’re my submissive you will answer with a yes or no, then add Master at the end of that. Do you understand?”

Her silence is a battle I have no part of. This is the test. Either she says yes and we move on to more limits, or she says no and I end the night with one of the security agents escorting her back to her bungalow. Is my movie-star status enough to make her go against her instincts? Is she impressed with me? Does she want me? Or just the idea of me? Most women, once they get to know me, very much enjoy the sex but hate the actual man who gives it to them. I expect no different from Grace. Eventually. But it will take her some time to get tired of me, and that’s what I’m counting on. A few erotic hours with this girl doing exactly what I tell her to do is exactly what I need.

“Yes, Master,” she finally replies.

I chuckle and don’t even try to hide it. “As if that was ever a question.”

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