Real Men Have It In Spades

“be respectful, he’s your father,” harvey murmurs, though his hand does free up from her neck when he starts to relax. crystal gave the right answer. “obviously i’ve got my work cut out for me in the training department with this one,” he chuckles, continuing his conversation with his father without pulling away from her. in fact, as if to prove some point, harvey’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw to hold her head in place. “,but, i love her and we’ll be gettin’ married.” obviously having nothing more to say on the matter, he began to have his way with his fiancé’s neck, kissing and sucking on her while moaning lewdly just because he could. “we’re gonna have good life,” he continues abrutly, separating from crystal and facing squarely with her father. “you can either get on board or fuck off. she don’t need you anymore, she got me now. and it’s clear she’s gonna be makin’ me a fine wife, yes indeed...”  

“good girl,” he praises, though he never really doubted that poppy would take his side. his closeness vanishes completely in a moment as he goes back to speak to the other man at the table, disregarding the women entirely. “we got a big, happy family goin’ here pops. plus, you'll be so relieved to finally let go of the reigns.” despite his cheery tone and expression, harvey’s eyes are wild like an animal ready to protect it’s territory. another man trying to control what’s his is unacceptable. “she’s mine now.” her parents and their horrified gapes were completely irrelevant. talking about poppy got his mind transfixed on her. he flicks her hair over her shoulder and gently runs his fingers along her clavicle there. “if you two don’t believe me, i’ll fuck her right here on the table. but i’d rather spare you from such an indecent sight.” 

“---now sir, i respect your concerns, but i honestly don’t give a shit,” harvey says and gesticulates, more than a little pissed at how his potential father-in-law still tried to encroach on his property even to this day. “that ring on her finger proves that she ain’t your little girl anymore.”  right on cue, harvey strokes his hand down his fiancé’s long hair until he clasps the back of her neck, his grip tightening with each breath this dinner continues to dissatisfy. “college won’t do her no good, be a waste of money in fact. she don’t got the brains for it,” he impresses, almost sneering now as he leans over and noses her ear to mumble, “tell him how excited you are to be my wife. tell him how you want to keep your mind focused on better things like a woman should...”  

for a moment alden smiles, the realization at how much fun he was going to have with this toy. "adorable,” he murmurs while folding a belt in his hand. he looks his slave dead in her defiant eyes and smiles once more before ... crack! the belt lashes down between her spread legs once, twice, three times in rapid succession. alden’s eyes widen in excitement before he goes back to beating her pussy again. the tally is up to ten by the time he stops---alden himself is panting, clearly starting to enjoy himself. “who are you?” he repeats his question as he walks around the table towards her head. the correct response his imperative and he won’t move on with the punishment until she gives him what he wants. alden pins her down by the neck and slowly constricts his hand. he looms over her, all fury gone and replaced with a little more amused and  eager. “go ahead and tell me who you are, toy.”

he sighs and pushes the other off of him. “sorry, i’m just not feeling it right now.” making out was fine and dandy, but tonight paolo just wanted a little more than something typical. “maybe it would help if you put on something different?” despite his questioning tone, he’s knows exactly how to spark his interest in the boy once more. some fishnets, a cute skirt, maybe a sexy pair of heels ... paolo leans up on his arm and begins to imagine feeling the boy’s supple skin beneath something with a little more flare. “there’s a box in my closet. go pick something out of there.”   

“and you’re a liar. naughty naughty...” installing cameras in his home was supposed to be a security measure. alden never imagined that kat would be bold enough to touch herself, especially since he always makes his expectations clear. “so the answer is yes, yes you love being daddy’s little pain slut. i want a fucking apology. you have no right to help yourself to my property.” his free hand grabs her chin between his index finger and thumb while he gets in her face. alden wants no confusion surrounding the seriousness of her actions, though he is smirking a bit. “your pussy belongs to me.” 

“good boy, you’re an eager little slut, aren’tcha?” bruno chortles. he yanks his hand away and slaps quinn again before he takes a step backward. he’s rock hard in his jeans after that cute display of desperation. bruno lets the camera capture quinn’s expression for a few beats, then he finally begins palming his stiff bulge. “get on your knees, boy,” he commands, a full-on grin glued to his face now. “i want you to prove to me how much you want this daddy dick to fuck up your pussies. lemme see you be pretty for me.”  

he sneers, watching how easily she complies despite her begging. that willingness to appease was a trademark of a whore, and king felt he needed to eradicate it from maria entirely. “i said open up!” he jars her once more, knowing to never let a whore feel she’s done a good job. now that his dick is free in his hand, king makes a point to smack maria in the face with it everywhere but her waiting mouth. he grins as he slides the head along her pink tongue a bit before pulling her face forward to engulf the rest of his stiffening cock. “be a good girl for daddy and take your punishment, sweetheart,” he says, feeling proud that some teenage fucker wouldn’t be the first to violate his baby like this. “i promise, i’ll teach you what it means to be a whore.”

bruno flares his nostrils, a clear sign that he wasn’t simply displeased but furious. “to your knees, boy,” is his only command. for now, the house would have to remain subpar. bruno felt that he needed to administer discipline immediately to ensure that james learns his lesson. “i don’t need you to apologize, your pathetic groveling is worthless to me. what i need are results, and until you start performing to my expectations, i will make sure you face the consequences of your failures. now, i want to hear exactly why you’ve let me down today.” 

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his expression flattens from its previous fury. he finds her behavior utterly repulsive and reigns in his anger as it shifts from a hot blaze to a sick chill. he hoped his lessons would’ve begun to sink in by now, but it appears that he’s been to lenient with his toy. “tonight is the night you break,” alden promises, fed up with her constant insubordination. he chooses the kitchen, the ropes he prepped on the table for this instance would be his weapons that night. it was easy for him to walk his slave there with his stronghold on her hair and just as easy to fling her onto the table and fashion her to it limb by limb. alden leaves her there, spread eagle, while he takes his time to retrieve more items to brandish his expectations into her mind, body, and soul. “who are you?” he asks flatly when he walks back in, carefully setting his punishment tools down on the counter.   

“fuck off, i’m hard,” is derrick’s only response while he proceeds to reposition himself to reap more pleasure from his morning surprise. his arms curl up underneath declan’s body to hold him down and pull him just a little closer while derrick’s hips elevate a bit. his slow grind quickly turn into heavy thrusts on top of the boy’s ass. “your pussy still has a job to do. bet you want my cum,” he grunts, the dry heat a unique enough sensation that his teeth grit together. “c’mon baby, open up ... lemme in there, i’m still growing...” his moans indicate that he’s enjoying himself, last nights activities clearly only edging the blue-balled man.