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DARK ROMANCE | HOTWIFE FANTASY | CUCKOLD HUMILIATION | POWER EXCHANGE
His Perfect Hotwife Fantasy, His Brutal Humiliation: The Takeover
He wanted to watch his wife submit. Instead, he witnessed a dominant force brutally claiming she he couldn’t control.
“‘Look at him, Seraphina,’ he commanded… Seeing the raw agony… Instead, a treacherous wave of heat pooled low in my belly.”
There I was. Standing like a ridiculously expensive piece of art someone was about to… well, appreciate. Violently. The air conditioning in Damian’s rented palace-for-a-night was cranked, but I swear you could still feel the heat radiating off the sheer anticipation in the room. Or maybe that was just the blood pounding in my ears. My skin felt tight, overly sensitive.
Every goose-bump was practically doing the wave. I was wearing something Damian called “minimalist architecture” — which basically translated to a few strategically placed strips of black silk held together by willpower and possibly some double-sided tape, showcasing everything he wanted showcased. My heels were absurdly high, making me feel both powerful and ridiculously precarious, like a newborn giraffe about to attempt interpretive dance.
