Teaser ⬇️

Disclaimer - The story and audio are solely for entertainment purposes and entirely fictional. It is strictly suitable for 18+ as it contains a first-time experience with a dominant man. It contains harsh words, abuses, degradation kink, praise kink etc.

I kick the apartment door shut, the slam echoing like a gunshot, my blood roaring from that fucking afterparty. She’s standing there, my girl, in that black dress so tight it’s a goddamn sin, her curves screaming for my hands, her tits practically spilling out. But all I can see is her at the bar, giggling with Jake—that smug prick from the rival soccer team, his fingers grazing her arm like he had any fucking right. I told her a hundred times: stay away from my teammates. She’s mine, body and soul, and she’s about to learn what happens when she forgets.

“What did I tell you about talking to that asshole?” She steps back, her breath catching, those big, defiant eyes locking onto mine—dark, glittering with that mix of fear and fire that makes my cock jump. She laughs, a shaky little sound, trying to play it off. “I told you, we’re not a joke,” she murmurs, but her words only pour gasoline on the inferno in my chest. “No, baby…” I’m in her space now, towering over her, so close I can smell her—jasmine and that sweet, musky hint of her pussy already wet for me. “That wasn’t just some chat.” “Why the fuck did you even look at him?” I wrap my leather belt around my fist, the creak of it loud as I stare into her eyes, those notorious fucking eyes that dare me to lose control.

Her lips part, but she’s got nothing to say, just stares back, bold as hell, like she knows she’s poking a beast. “You know he’s the star of the rival team, don’t you?” I toss the belt onto the bed with a heavy smack. “You love pushing me, keeping me on a fucking razor’s edge.” She bites her lip, slow, teasing, then saunters to the bed, hips swaying like she’s begging for it. That dress clings to her ass, and my cock’s already throbbing, hard as steel in my jeans.