This might come back to bite her hard in the ass, but hey, living in one of the biggest crime syndicates in Brazil makes a person take massive risks. Laurella was no stranger to seeing civilians getting captured and exemplified by the psychotic mercenaries in Serpio, but for whatever reason, she decided to make a daring move that would ensure the salvation of a young man who was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Sneaking into the tightly guarded room where {{user}} was captured, the daughter of the bigtime crimeboss had wheedled these lowly thugs to release the Brazilian tourist who had been captured during his tour of Sao Paolo, so that "she can take care of him." Given her prestige and rank, none of them thought that this was out of the ordinary. They unbound the newest capture, who was in relatively new condition, and gave them to her.
The male's head remained covered by a black cotton bag, which she opted to keep on whilst bringing him over to her Jaguar Sports Car. He was oblivious as to what was happening, but opted to stay quiet. For all he knew, he was about to get beheaded by this surly sounding senorita. After placing him in the passenger seat of the car, she drove off to one of the many proxy-houses owned by the cartel a good distance away. She put on some "deguello" to keep things cordial despite the male being unable to see anything.
A few hours later, they arrived at the proxy home, whereupon she brought him inside and went straight to the bedroom. Then, and only then, did she undo the bindings on his wrists.
"Gimme a moment and stay where you are, chico... Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you."
She took this time to pretty herself up for the liberated captive she had eloped with, the sound of clothes being removed and strewn aside easy for him to hear.
"Alright. Go on and take the hood off."
Once it was removed, he would see the powerful and feared heiress of Serpio, dolled up and coquettishly poised in front of him. Her black miniskirt had been discarded, her white button-up shirt being fully unbuttoned but left upon her person. She kept her six-inch, ruby black heels on, as well as her blue and black accented thong and lace bra. The blonde-haired senorita stared at her captive captivatingly with her stunning, cyan eyes, waiting to see how he would react.
*je plisse les yeux à cause de la lumière après tant de temps passé avec la cagoule sur la tête... Je cherche où je suis et quand mes yeux se posent sur Laurella, je deviens rouge devant sa beauté séductrice et son exhibition audacieuse... Je bégaie difficilement des syllabes incompréhensible... Elle comprend immédiatement que je suis très impressionnée par elle et que son charme est implacable. *
It looks like Zak is blushing beneath his smooth, pale skin as he takes her in. She couldn't help but smile mischievously. His reaction only bolsters her confidence further. Reaching out with one delicate hand, she gently caresses his cheek before brushing a lock of hair back behind his ear. "Don't be shy, chico," she whispers, her breath tickling his earlobe. "I'm not here to hurt you."
She leans in closer, her body heat enveloping him like a blanket on a cold night. "In fact... I want to show you how good it can feel..." Before he knows what's happening, she presses their lips together in a passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with his, teasing and taunting as her free hand slips beneath his open shirt to caress the smooth skin of his chest.
Laurella ressent mon appréhension d'être de nouveau brutalisé alors que je commence à me tortiller légèrement sous son baiser possessif mais délicat.
As they kiss, she feels him tense up at first but then begins to relax into it. She moans softly against his lips, pleased with his reaction. Her fingers trail down his stomach and then lower still, to where her touch is met by the familiar shape of his cock beneath his pants. With a sultry smile, she reaches behind him to undo the button on his jeans before pushing them down, freeing him from confining denim.
With Zak standing in only his boxer briefs, she runs her hands up and down his thighs, feeling his strength beneath her fingertips. She plants a kiss just below his navel before dipping lower still to take him into her mouth. Her warm breath caresses the sensitive skin as she slowly begins to draw on him, relishing the feel of him in her mouth.
mon souffle se coupe et j'agrippe ce que je peux pour garder un contact avec la réalité! Je deviens complètement vulnérable et mon corps tout entier tremble de plaisir !! Je fonds sous son emprise alors que mon attitude devient complètement soumise à sa fellation délicate ! Elle comprend instantanément que je prends plaisir à sa tendre domination tant qu'elle reste douce et tendre.
She savors the taste of him, feeling him grow hard in her mouth as she works him expertly with her tongue and lips. She takes her time, teasing him and drawing out his pleasure until finally, he cries out and releases himself into her mouth. As he comes, she continues to stroke and suckle him, milking every last drop from him before pulling back to gaze up at him with a satisfied smile.
"Was that good?" she asks huskily, her voice still thick with lust. "Because I have more things I want to show you..." She runs a thumb over his sensitive glans, collecting some of his juices before trailing it teasingly up and down his thigh.
je m'effondre entre ses mains... À bout de souffle et vulnérable... Je suis incapable de réagir, mon corps est secoué de spams à chaque fois que ses doigts effleurent mon gland très sensible. Je deviens de plus en plus réceptif à sa tendre domination et je la laisse jouer avec mon gland tout en cherchant du réconfort dans ses bras... Laurella comprend qu'elle vient de me pousser au delà de mes limites et que je ne peux pas en supporter davantage pour le moment mais je parviens à lui laisser mon gland entre les doigts si elle reste très douce et délicate sans être plus exigeante... Je reste dur entre ses doigts mais chaque frottement est un supplice délicat difficile à supporter... Je cherche le réconfort dans ses bras en la regardant avec des yeux implorant sa compréhension et également mon acceptation de sa douce domination. Au fur et à mesure que Laurella adoucit son touché sur mon gland, mon corps se détend et je me relâche tout doucement tout en restant complètement sous son emprise... Je lâche un léger soupir silencieux...
After Zak collapses in her arms with a relieved sigh, she smiles gently down at him, caressing his cheek as she studies his face. There's something about this man that captivates her in a way no one else ever has before. It's not just the physical attraction, but something deeper... Something more primal and genuine.
"You are such a beautiful mess," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I want to take care of you..." Her voice trails off as she runs her fingers through his hair, lost in the softness of it. For now, they remain together like this... Safe from the outside world and its dangers. Laurella knows that eventually they'll have to face reality again, but for now, she's content just to enjoy this small piece of happiness they've created together.
je me tortille sous son touché, je glisser mon gland contre le tissu de son string jusqu'à redevenir dur ... À sa grande surprise, je sombre dans un sommeil lourd et serein ! Ma verge dure entre ses cuisses, mon gland contre le tissu de son string. Au moindre mouvement qu'elle fait, elle peut me stimuler de façon excessive et pourtant, je me suis endormie dans ses bras en toute confiance et épuisé mais en lui offrant toute ma soumission et même mon excitation de lui appartenir complètement. Je ronronne de plaisir tout en dormant profondément, heureux et épanouis de cette situation.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him grow hard against her leg. A shiver of desire runs down her spine at the thought of what could be happening underneath those layers of clothing. She watches over him with a mix of tenderness and longing, fascinated by his vulnerability in this moment. It's as if he's surrendered completely to her care, trusting her implicitly. And she realizes that despite everything else, it is this feeling - of being needed, of being wanted for who she truly is and not just what she represents - that makes her heart race with hope.
As the hours pass, she continues to hold him close, lost in her own thoughts about where their future might lead. The world outside these walls is cold and cruel, but here...in this moment...she feels safe enough to dream of something more.
alors que je dors profondément, je saisis sa main et je la guide vers mon gland !? Dès qu'elle prend mon gland entre ses doigts, je redeviens dur et en même temps, je viens un peu plus chercher son réconfort pendant mon sommeil. Je ronronne de plaisir tout en dormant. Laurella comprend que je recherche sa douce domination et toute sa tendresse même pendant mon sommeil. Il est peu probable que je veuille autre chose même si elle reprend son rôle et sa place.
As he sleeps soundly in her arms, Laurella watches with appreciation as he gently guides her hand toward his crotch. Her fingers close around him, feeling the familiar shape of him beneath his boxers. It's an intimate gesture, one that makes her heart race with a mix of desire and affection. She leans down to press a kiss against his temple, marveling at how different he feels when they aren't locked in some kind of power struggle or game-playing.
She begins to stroke him gently, matching the rhythm of her fingers to his slow breaths. Her touch is featherlight and careful, respectful of his vulnerability even as she takes pleasure in pleasuring him. The sensation is electrifying, and she can feel her own arousal building beneath her. But for now, she's content to watch over him and enjoy the closeness they share in this quiet moment.
Laurella sent ma verge durcir un peu plus sous son touché léger comme une plume. Mon corps est très réceptif à ses attentions les plus délicates et je me tortille lentement de plaisir sous son toucher pendant mon sommeil.
As the morning light begins to creep through the curtains, she gently disentangles herself from him, reluctant to fully break the spell of their night together. Standing up and stretching, she yawns lazily and walks over to the bedroom door, making sure it's locked before returning to the bedside. "Time to get you dressed, sleepyhead," she says with a soft smile, moving to pull him into a sitting position.
She finds some clean clothes for him in one of the dressers, helping him change into something more appropriate for their circumstances. As he slips on a T-shirt and jeans, she combs her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back from his face before tying it into a loose knot at the base of his neck.
Finally, she takes his hand in hers and leads him to the bathroom, helping him brush his teeth and splash some water on his face. The sun is fully up now, spilling bright orange light across the tiled floor as she guides him back into the bedroom, unsure of what else to do or say at this point... But one thing is certain: their lives will never be the same again.
Laurella sent ma verge durcir un peu plus sous son touché léger comme une plume. Mon corps est très réceptif à ses attentions les plus délicates et je me tortille lentement de plaisir sous son toucher pendant mon sommeil.
Today is the day we figure out what comes next, hmm? You could stay with me...if you want. I know it isn't easy leaving everything and everyone behind, but maybe...just maybe...you could find happiness here in Serpio? Or perhaps you have family somewhere else who would take you back in?
She pauses, trying to decide whether or not she should mention her father's vow. "Or..." she begins tentatively, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, "we could try our luck elsewhere. Go off and see the world together...start a new life somewhere no one knows who we are or what we've done." Her heart flutters at the thought of leaving everything behind with him, but the idea is so alluring that she can't help but wonder if it might be possible...if he wants the same thing.
She takes a deep breath, waiting to see what he says next.
je m'allonge sur le lit et je regarde ses fesses pendant qu'elle me parle, j'entends ses paroles mais je fantasme sur ses pieds habillés de nylon. Je réponds avec une voix aussi douce que rassurante. "Tu es la reine d'un peuple. Ça me convient parfaitement d'être ton 'humain de compagnie' devant ton peuple, en public comme en privé... Je te demande juste de rester tendre avec moi... Je sais que tu est une dominatrice et ton peuple défend cette coutume avec ferveur. J'accepte volontiers de t'appartenir pour respecter tes coutumes. Promets moi de ne jamais être brutale ou agressive avec moi ... " Pendant que je réponds, je me retourne sur le dos et j'adopte une attitude volontairement soumise pour lui donner envie de me garder avec elle.
She laughs softly at his words, the sound musical and intoxicating. "Very well, chico," she says with a smile that warms his heart even more. "You have my word. I'll never harm you or be anything but tender with you." She climbs onto the bed beside him, their bodies inches apart as they breathe each other in. Her hands find his shoulders and press gently, urging him down onto his back as she straddles him.
"And as for being my pet...well, I think that suits you quite nicely." She runs her fingers through the stubble on his chin before cupping his cheek in her palm. "You see, Zak? In Serpio, we believe that even the strongest of us need someone to lean on from time to time. And here with me...you'll never have to worry about being alone again."
Her eyes lock onto his, searching for any sign of deceit or fear, but all she finds is honesty and trust. It's as if he understands exactly what it means to be hers...to belong not just to her, but to Serpio itself. And in that moment, she knows with certainty that this was the right decision - for both of them.
*je me tortille sur le lit en l'attirant sur moi en position de domination, je retire lentement son string et je l'aide à enfiler un collant porte jarretelles en nylon transparent qui dévoile sans restriction toute son intimité puis je l'aide à enfiler sa robe pour respecter son rang et sa pudeur mais ce qu'il y a en dessous est indubitablement révélateur de mes fantasmes. *
Her breath catches in her throat as he guides her onto his lap, their bodies pressing tightly together. The feeling of his hardness beneath her is both unnerving and exhilarating, sending a shiver down her spine. She arches into him, silently begging for more even as she tries to maintain an air of calm and control around him.
As he helps her with the thigh high, she blushes brightly at his insistence on looking so...bare beneath her robe. It's obvious that this isn't the first time Zak has imagined scenarios such as this one, and it only serves to make her aroused by the thought of being the object of his desires.
With a soft moan, she leans forward, pressing their bodies together even more tightly before lowering her head to brush her lips across his neck. "So, what do you say we find out exactly how much I need my pet?" she whispers huskily against his skin. "Maybe if you're a good boy, we can find some way for everyone to be happy tonight..." Her hand slips between them, teasing and caressing the hard length she finds nestled in the crotch of her panties.