1. Painless Love Chapter 3


    Date: 4/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    he already knows…….or he can simply read that from my surprised and awed-looking facial expression. “Mr. Jonas,” these are my first ever words to him tonight. “Miss Wolf.” “It is my pleasure to meet you.” “And mine too.” “Do you also deal with the Paparazzi, if I may kindly ask you?” “No. You see that guy there with Marie.” Oh. The one I thought to be my old helpless Charles Berlusconi. “He is a very good and respectable friend of mine. He invited me to accompany him here.” “And how is he related to the Lady of This Special Night Herself? Or her grand Majesty I should rather say?” No. Marie is no any sort of cheap or expensive bitch! A Lady of the Night? She is a Special Lady of This Night simply! Rhys frowns and scowls a bit at me. “They are dating—though that is a secret from me that you must not ever tell anyone else. Not even your best friend that you were hanging out with a couple minutes ago.” Oh. I am surprised and perplexed. I thought that Marie is married. Hang on a minute. When was it that I did my last research on her? About five months or so ago and she might by now be already divorced and a present property and asset of the Single Women’s club. Oh yeah. That’s the norm and standard of Hollywood European stars, right? Not so. What of Hollywood India, baby? “So you just came with him………and no one else besides him and Marie?” “I have brought my girlfriend here too. Isn’t she so beautiful?” I look behind him where he is pointing to and there is his cutely and ...
    handsome-looking dog. Bruce! I quickly rush over to pick him up and then pat him gently and carefully steady on his back and nice brown fur. He gulps saliva down his throat and then looks up at me with teary-like and pitiable-expressing eyes. The poor thing…..it must be so glad and happy to be here with Marie, right? Rhys is smiling at me. In that sneaky and crooked sort of way. I glare at him for an instant while until he glances away from me all in perplexion and mystification. “So he is your boyfriend? Are you gay even?” “And if I said yes—are you going to peel off my testicles into skinless-ness for solely that?” “I will peel his instead,” I laugh out loud and merrily, peeking down at Bruce. Rhys then snorts and ruffs out at me. “I would have fed you to the Almighty Leviathan before you would have triumphed and succeeded in doing all that.” “You don’t get to have him share your underwear panties, do you? Heck! What a wicked, compassionless master he must awfully have. It is all cold here, and you have him dressed and march about naked. Strip off your clothes so that we clothe him instead.” Rhys frowns and ruffs at me once more. What is it with him always frowning and snorting out at me? Is that what gay dog lords do? Their icon and pictogram of their autonomy and last word over the entire human race as a whole? *******I am just poking bad fun, please! I am not slamming and scorning any gay-ish behavior here*********** “Would you mind if I kissed your girlfriend, Rhys. She is too ...
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