Surrender to Submission:

**Chapter 1: Dante, the Bull** In the pulsating heart of the city, where neon lights flickered and music throbbed, Dante's nightclub, *The velvet Edge*, was a sanctum of sin and indulgence. Dante, the proprietor, stood at the VIP balcony, overlooking the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd like a predator surveying his domain. Tonight, a new patron caught his attention, Crysslynn. Her sleek frame moved with the rhythm, her curves a beacon drawing his hungry gaze. He shifted, his leathers creaking, as he studied her from the shadows. A conquest, he decided. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, her little black dress riding up her slender thighs, teasing his imagination. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way she moved, the way she craved the beat of the music. She was a kindred spirit, a creature of the night seeking release. Crysslynn felt his gaze, turning to look up at him. Their eyes met, and the world fell away. The chemistry was intense, a palpable force that stole her breath. She knew she was standing at the edge of a precipice, with Dante beckoning her, daring her to venture into deep waters. But he was a dangerous man, called The Bull behind closed doors - a deadly charisma and lethal temper. Her body ached for his intimate touch, hungry, and illicit. But not to submit wholly. She still had reservations, based solely on the frenetic sensations of her wanting body. Crysslynn moved to the bar, ordering a Manhattan. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her phone, snapping a picture of Dante and herself. She typed a quick message to Kris, her husband, " Met someone interesting tonight." Dante kept his distance, even as his body screamed to possess her. He could see her conflict, her reservations, yet also her undeniable attraction. He bided his time, a patient hunter. He sent a bottle of his finest champaign to her table, a gesture that had her eyes darting back to him. Crysslynn was drawn to his dominance, to the promise of surrender in his eyes. She wanted to taste the danger, to feel the thrill of his power. When he finally approached her, the air crackled with tension. His scent, leather, and man invaded her senses, intoxicating her. She gave his moody look, his thick beard, his dark, gypsy look. Like his appearance, his attraction had a certain dominance. "Dance with me," Dante commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. She didn't resist when he took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. The crowd parted for him, respect and fear in their eyes. He pulled her close, his large hands splaying over her hips. Her breath hitched as she raised her hands, tentative to touch his chest. He hissed out a breath, his muscles coiling under her touch. They moved together, a slow, sensual rhythm that was at odds with the fast-paced music. His thigh wedged between her legs, pressing against her heat. She gasped and gave in, the heat from his touch rapturing her body. Dante leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "You're playing with fire, little girl." She shivered, her nails digging into his chest. His muscles firmed as he pulled her. Her body melted against the commanding texture, and the aligning hardened trunk of his body against hers. "Maybe I want to burn," she whispered, her eyes rising to engulf the strobing lights above. The couple moved together with passionate intensity. The lights pulsated. She rubbed against his thigh, her desire mounting. His hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing the curve of her breast. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. "You do this to all the girls?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the music. He smirked, his grip on her tightening. "Only the ones I want to fuck." His hardened response gave him a smoldering gaze. He lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers. "Is that what you want, Crysslynn? Do you want me to fuck you?" She gasped, her eyes widening with shock and arousal. God don't talk so dirty. But his words like oil, his brawny and salacious language, the domineering pressure with his huge hands, were ample to wind around her legs and pelvis. Before she could respond, he crushed her lips to his mouth, claiming her in a brutal, demanding kiss. She moaned, surrendering to his feral tongue probing her mouth, sucking on her lips, and tasting her deeply. His hands gripped her ass, and she wanted his hands to wrap every part of her skin, kneading, groping, and mastering. She snuck her hand through his shirt, the open buttons allowing her to thread through and squeeze pecs. She jumped up and wrapped her waist around him as he spun around to the center of the darkened side where black coverings came over. Dante thrust to the VIP room. He sat down on a couch, flipping her on top of him. With his bullish strength, her whole body seemed to light up in response to his. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck, as he reclaiming her lips with his mouth, a slow, deep kiss that left her breathless. She could feel his erection, hard and insistent against her thigh. She rubbed against him, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. His grip on her tightened as more control seemed to build. "Dante," she gasped, her head falling back as his lips trailed down her neck. His hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress. Even Dante's aggression had a rhythm she couldn't bear. Now, his head was exploring every part of her hourglass shape. "You're playing a dangerous game, Crysslynn," he murmured against her skin, his free hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. The pleasure caused her legs to drop and her hips to rise. She wanted him deep within to taste her further again. His eyes lit up with amusement and triumph, as she spread her thighs him, and danced him, inviting him to explore. "A bull not a boy, love, hmm..." The pet name sent a thrill through her, her body aching for his ever so promising touch. Again, he pulled her. His fingers hooking the fabric of her thong, pushing it aside. She whimpered, her hips arching into his touch. His finger circled her clit, a light tease that had her crying out. The pleasure seemed excessive for public consumption. No man had ever drenched her like this, including Kris. "Ahh..." He hissed as he slipped a finger into her, her wetness coating his digit. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment and arousal."Please." she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "Please, what?" he asked, his thumb circling her clit as he slowly fucked her with his finger. The crowd screamed with pleasure in the thumping music, as her loud echoes somehow blended into the throve of trancy euphoria. His freehand squeezed her pivoting ass, occasionally giving it a spank. "More." she gasped, her head falling back, her hips matching the rhythm of his hand. She couldn't bare the pleasure. "Greedy little thing," he growled, his finger slipping out of her and into his mouth. Her taste was intoxicating. His need for the teasing little becoming insatiable. Instead of sliding back, he lifted her dress above, her body straddling his waist. The taste of her lips and responding skin going ravenous. His rough fingers moved around her hips and to her button. He slowly unbuttoned it and slipped her dress to the side, cascades of hair dropping to her sides. "Let me be clear how things are going to go. You're going to take that REST button and place it right where you want it," he growled, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. The music lowered. "I..." She hesitated, though she knew her body was burning with that need. She'd never been faced with such a delirious proposition, but she had a longing. Something about this just brought her into a stupor. Like only Dante's could snap her out of her moments of fear. "What's the matter? Don't want to play with the bull?" he asked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. She bit her lip, her eyes flicking to his cock, large and erect, waiting fr her. She wanted him inside her, to fill the aching emptiness. His lips whispered into her ear, but they barely made contact. "Then I'll have to send you to your boy." She could hear his voice smirking. "No," she whispered, she grinding on his lap, her hips seeking his. She wanted him now that she was free to allow her body's true reactions. "Then come and get it." he challenged, his eyes locked on hers. She moaned as she reached down and gripped his shaft, his calloused palms tearing under her petite hands. Unlike his strong dominating self. His tip rubbed against the tip of her lips, as she raised his hard shaft to the ****a, skipping over her underwear. He entered Crysslyn, his thick cock sliding into her and making her lounge back trying to catch her breath. She even felt bit dizzy. "Ahh...Dante!" His voice tore into her ear."All of it." She grinded on Dante, his cock deep inside her, this time holding her waist steady feeling her wetness. "Say it," "I-" "You've never known another man like me." "It's true. Oh my God." Again inearning his cock this time forward on her hips, lifting to her knees, outer abdominal muscles grip, pulling them back in. "Just to make things clear, this isn't a free ride." He spun her for a second around. His cock came out and went inside, hitting the g-spot now with the new position. "Then I'll take all of you inside of me." "This is just a taste." With that he stood and Crysslyn's arms wrapped around his neck, her hands clutching his hair oh his neck. Fuck Dante! Fuck!" Each time louder. "Don't you dare say any other man's name tonight when you're with me. You are fucking me and only I will be fucking you. You can tell him about our dirty fucking later." The submissive expression made Crysslynn fuck the bull harder, the friction causing her pussy muscles to mount further and Dante's cock starting their rhythmic processes. The fog of ecstasy got trampled and fell and more powerful thrusts of Dante set to bring more support. She wanted his hands digging at his wrists, down to his firm, firm biceps, as her nails snuck their way firmly under his skin. "I can keep it a secret. It's like music to my ears love." Her nails dug firmly into his hips. She wanted to sound reassuring. She couldn't bare the emotional feelings of doubt. The erotic feelings flooded over. He smiled slyly at her. She was high to glassy eyes. The pleasure became so excessive she wasn't sure she could hold herself in any longer. He cushioned over her ear. "Don't cry. I can make the teases so much more and deeply satisfying." With one hand supporting her waist, the other had several fingers to rub on her nipples. She wanted more satisfying thrusts, after the music subsided, the pulse of his cock. "I'll have my special name for you. Before long , I'll have more surprises to sow on you my delicious baby flower. You can find out more and see your heart truly belongs only to me. Chapter 2: The Taste of Temptation The throbbing beat of the music had faded into a sultry melody, the club lights dimming to a seductive glow. Dante led Crysslynn away from the dance floor, his hand firmly gripping hers. She could still feel the phantom sensation of his touch on her body, his possession etched onto her skin like a brand. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his kiss, craving more. He guided her to the back of the club, where a private pool table lay tucked away in a secluded alcove. The green felt was pristine, the balls racked in a perfect triangle. Dante gestured to the table, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ever play, love?" Crysslynn raised an eyebrow, her heart still pounding from their encounter. "Once or twice," She could play. The pool table sat below a canopy of deep blues, the VIP section being exclusive, giving them. "But I've never played with a bull before." Dante's laugh was low, a rumble that vibrated through her. "Then let's make this interesting." He grabbed a cue, chalking the tip with deliberate slowness. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze a physical caress. "If you win, I'll back off, leave you to your pretty little life." She swallowed hard, her body already protesting the thought. "And if you win?" He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Then you're mine for the night. No boundaries, no limits. You submits entire control to my whole needs." Crysslynn's breath hitched, her imagination running wild with the possibilities. She could see it now, his domination, her submission. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of apprehension and anticipation. She reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed a message to Kris. "Dante wants to play a game. If he wins, I'm his for the night." She received no reply, Khris's silence as perplexing as it was arousing. She knew his absence of permission, became the same as permission. She would know his answer by the end, but still sensed a spark in her concience. She would take it only a little of the way knowing she could tell him every detail later. Her eyes rose to meet Dante's gaze. She grabbed a cue, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Sure thing, I'm game." She invoked Khris's permission. His brow lifted and a bit of his teeth rose into a slow bully smile. "There are rules in this game" What are your words? For every ball you get in, you get to ask me anything. Anything or command anything of me. " "I see." Dante stated, " So you could ask me anything, with no limits or boundaries to our dirty little game?" "Precisely, if you'd like to proceed. I get the first shot, and take it from there." There is no one watching, but I still like to make clear. I command you to give me your undertaking" "You say something like that to all the girls?" "You don't understand how fun this is going to be" "I've been waiting for this kind of challenge, " Crysslyn said. Dante motioned his hand across the green felt table and the bars of objects. She calculated her shot. She broke the set triangle wide open. The colored balls rolled everywhere, across the green surface. Two rolled and dropped inside a far right pocket. Legs wide, bent at her hips. Her placement had a certain provocative euphoria. A surge of power sparked across her body. She looked up at Dante. "Tell me about your childhood." Dante leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a calm acceptance to his dark features. "I grew up on the streets, love. Stole my first car at thirteen, spent my first night in jail at fifteen. One thing new: No father figure. Apparently, he died." "Is that the reason you became the Bull?" Dante barked a harsh laugh. "You think you've got me all figured out, donchya? The bad boy cliche. Wrong daddy, poor widdle me. Is that what gets you hot, love? The broken boy backstory?" Crysslynn straightened, her eyes narrowing. "I think you're more than that, Dante. I think there's a depth to you that you don't want people to see." He pushed off the wall, stalking towards her like a predator. "You're right, love. I am more. Much more." He leaned down, his lips a breath away from hers. "And by the end of this night, you'll know exactly what I mean." Her lips brushed against his lips, showing a certain compassion but a deep tease. But she was determined to take thoughtful control again. "Your shot," she whispered, stepping back. A dark sizzling smile appeared as he raised his cue. His black button down had beads of small within the grooved crevices. Crysslynn could smell the strong, heady release of testosterone. She also felt a spanking sensation of hormones from her cunt, He said with a strong low voice,"Watch closely." He sunk two in from the far left hand pocket. The music lowering, though she could hear the other voices howling around the bar. Their little area in the VIP section was covered by thick velvet curtains. The VIP area was elevated above the floor. Some wandering eyes moved around the area. "Why haven't you submitted to me, Crysslynn?" Was his question. It was clear she wanted him. All the tension since they first met, indicated the submission. She swallowed hard, her hand gripping the cue tightly. "I haven't given up on a challenge before, but part of your request is about the honor of trust you have asked of me. Otherwise the diamond would just be a common stone." "And this is just a challenge." She wanted to say, otherwise what else could the diamond be but a common stone. "What makes you think you will get the diamond out of me? Crysslynn said, reaching up one hand wrapped around, on Dante's cheek. "I know you, Crysslynn. I know your feelings for me, scared, unsure, seeking. What I don't know are your feelings for;" "Him?" Crysslynn finished. But Crysslynn proceeded, plucking the ball and overthrowing it. The next three subsequently fell into the pockets. "Tell me what about this makes you so smitten, and confident?" Dante stood back, and took a gentle spank of her ass. Her skin shivered with pain and sensation. Her skin reddened. An erotic fire grew in her pelvis and between her legs. "No" was all that she could mutter. "No?" Dante repeated. "This is just like how I met Khris, " Crysslyn admitted, but enjoyable pain, numbers my tense skin." Dante's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He walked to the table, put the last of the colored balls in. "Now undress from below the waist and put your legs above my shoulders. I'm putting the eight ball in for your orgasm." He said in stone seriousness authority. This was a predicament. To submit out in public would have been blasphemous. To resist would be impossible." She closed the legs with the tip of the cue touching the floor. "Bull's don't bluff babe." He said with even more stone cold conviction, and erotica. His demands were reaching to the center pelvic plate. "No!" "You know you make your body ache to all of your desires. Your body and heart can no longer lie to you." The pool stick seemed almost the length his cock on the ground. He let her inhale him, the juices of her body kept concentrating at his lips. "Two final choices: If you don't submit to the command of a bull who has you dead to rights, then you submit to loosing your husband." "No Dante," as the time for decision was thrust upon her. She felt the trembling ache causing the legs to shake, and she put the balls down on the table. she threw the ball down. "Neither, you have forced me to seek time, particularly if you are a bull. My rational mind will no longer control me. "I think you should talk to your husband, if he is a man." Then a louder thumping music, and several loud coughs, and cheers filled the room. The louder noise was coming closer, inside the curtains reached bars and further. Two older women and a man entered the area. Tatoot Girls with mermaid wine tattoos. "We've been waiting outside for a turn at pool." You two lovebirds. Can we get a turn, Pllleeaassse!, Tattoo Star on front of right side said! "Crysslynn, you're so lucky to have a man like this. Nettie said! My woman today, would never let me go by herself - if I had a catch of a guy like this you have you've hooked onto." "Can we get a turn?" Pretty please. The voluptuous and curved Tylene asked. "I've got to go to the restroom for a few and to wash up. I'll be back." Dante glared at her try to speed off. "Of course," admitting reluctantly. "You can have your chance if you must. Though they can wait until I come back." He said with almost a seething anger, knowing what he had. "Sure thing if you have to." Eugenia said! As Dante bristled off to the bathroom. **Chapter 3: A Dance of Seduction** Dante returned from the restroom, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Crysslynn. She was leaning against the bar, her body language a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He approached her with a predatory gait, his every movement calculated to convey his dominant nature. Crysslynn watched him, her breath hitching as he drew near. "You didn't think you could escape me that easily, did you, love?" Dante murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He placed his hands on either side of her, caging her against the bar. Crysslynn's heart pounded in her chest, her body responding to his proximity. "I wasn't trying to escape," she retorted, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could feel the strength in his arms. His scent enveloped her, a heady mix of leather, musk, and man. She wanted to lean in, to press her nose to his chest and inhale deeply. Dante leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Good, because I'm not done with you yet." His hands found her hips, his thumbs circling the sensitive skin just above her waistband. Crysslynn's breath hitched, her body arching into his touch. He was barely touching her, yet her body responded as if he was stroking her most intimate places. His hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the curve of her breasts. Crysslynn's nipples hardened, straining against the fabric of her dress. Dante's eyes dropped to her chest, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're responsive, love. I like that." Crysslynn's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. She should push him away, should tell him to stop. But her body craved his touch, craved the pleasure she knew he could give her. She reached up and clasped his hand, moving close into his ear, "We have to do it safely," pausing. "But we forgot the protection at home." Dante's lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes never leaving hers, owning her response., "I think you should be more forgetful then love. Do you really want me to stop?" He knew he was forcing her to deal with part of her own personal desires. He wrapped his hands back behind his body, His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing gently. Crysslynn moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel his erection, hard and insistent against her stomach. She wanted it inside her, wanted him to fill her, to stretch her, to make her scream his name. But there was still that a part of her was holding back. For the first time since she met Kris, she wondered if he would he mind. And a bit on a dress, starting to fall from behind. Dante grabbed it and her closer to him, while the crowd howled beside them. The lights blurred into a pulsing motion, the music just a shadows haze of distant vibrating tunes. She needed to fuel her addiction for Dante and the pleasure he had to offer, Her legs might buckle and which was wetter, her lips or her virgina, were indistinguishable by this point. But Dante attentive position, gave way to significant pause. Her quick lips lifted to his ear, and Dante bent down to listen. "You know we can't do it right now. Would you prefer I send my husband another message asking him? Maybe he will clean his eyes with baby wipes if his unresponding response is any better. But I never want to put our intimacy at risk." Dante's smile took a different form. The exposed truth of the matter for the moment mattered. As long as Crysslynn was his, Dante's would pleasure her as far as he could. "I adore that you respect me that much, so tell me the other things about me that have you in a trance. I've already won the bet from minutes before." "We can't do this Dante. But you are right about the responsiveness and the affects of your pleasure. If I didn't have such a high opinion of Khris, I don't think I would have told him about our interactions at all. I can say for sure that your idea of dominant control and being the bull, truly arouses me. About how women can get this kind of pleasure where they have never had it before, feels wholly magnificent, but this has all happened so fast for me." "Don't be afraid to give into the desires, besides we can have multiple encounters that are safe for the both of us. You wouldn't dare let Collette or Vylette get to me and wait for treatment for me too." Crysslynn ran both her hands through Dante's short hair brushed to the top of his shirt. "Now I know why you picked me out the room instead of the other women." As his arms wrapped around the back of her dress slightly wet. She quickly followed her firm buttocks and legs behind Dante, wrapping in the calloused, tattered arms along his back. Evidence hit her of a positive connection in her mouth. She moved underneath him, Dante head turning, straining to keep connection Dante pinned her against the couch. His body displayed a tremendous bulge in his crotch, standing at tall attention. Her skirt was trying to slide below the top of her thighs. Just the scent of his self control, had Crysslynn's flush walls aching for love. "Hold on!" Dante spoke with authority. Groping from above, his huge mass cupped her breasts, then her whole back. Now, he was straddling behind her, as his shirt fell off on the floor. Her knees bent now between his, Crysslynn opened the buttons of her shirt now fully ready to be climaxed. Her body was fully flush with the couch, now able to handle Dante's huge mass. "You know I care, I just don't want to put you at risk." Dante gently grabbed her hand, his face cradling her hand in his mouth. "You've got to stop teasing me. You simply must and it has to be now. I can you have me bound." "Then you know you want me to have you. You want to explore the great delight of my body. His fingers slowly undid her belt, the wet stickiness too much to bear. "Friction fucking," gasped Crysslynn, now on top of him. Her shirt fully off. "Ohh, the heat of your love, you slide all around my body, is too much for me to bear. "Then let there be all of your. meat. " Crysslynn, said. "All of you, and I want you flipped over." The Bull. "There is one thing left to know, baby, if you are the bull, what am I?" "You're a the bull's lover," Dante murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. His revelation, startled her, left her senseless and in a daze. "Will you give me my full name?" she said. Their huge size difference of their bodies, still approached every single space. They both still had their pants on. "You will hear more of it later after we both arouse each other with more delicious treats." He said sincerely and kissed her. Somewhere between loving, extraordinary sexual drive, and the main event. I think we should both go wash off and clean up at my place with some protective condoms. Crysslynn responded with a alternative thought. "I guess there are a few areas in the club, where washing off wouldn't be necessary. I mean I see you have a few good friends left around the bar. "And I have an extra present. It's a boutique, kind of silky sash four your around you. Dante's eyes perked up. "You mean you have a protective gift for me, privately from you?" "Better than that, The elevator can give me access to the private belongings. I simply eight six nine the front clerk, hoping he's not the type to wait longer than threes seconds to grab the hint." Crysslynn winked at Dante, who mischievously winked back. With a soft hand she lifted the waiter and gestured the digits. "Eight and Six and Nine," The waiter ran to the closet filling the card through the elevator slot, and came rushing back with a golden package smelling of baby powder. Both Crysslynn and Dante cast the laughter at him, realizing how rushed the poor waiter was. Throughout the evening, Crysslynn had been dancing on a dangerous precipice, a game of push and pull with a man who was as tantalizing as he was terrifying. Now, as Dante led her through the crowded club, his hand possessively gripping hers, she felt a thrill of anticipation and a shiver of fear. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the allure of the flames. Dante pulled her into his office, a dark, intimate space that smelled of leather and whiskey. The heavy door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the throbbing beat of the music. She barely had time to draw a breath before he was on her, his large hands gripping her waist, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. His lips were demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, consuming her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He growled low in his throat, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against him. She could feel his erection, hard and insistent against her stomach. Her body responded, her hips arching into his, her core throbbing with need. His kiss was overwhelming, leaving her breathless and dizzy. When he finally pulled away, she was gasping for air, her body trembling with desire. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked down at her. "You're mine tonight, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He walked her backwards until her back hit the cold wall of his office. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head. She was trapped, held captive by his strong body. A thrill of fear and excitement coursed through her. She'd never been so utterly dominated, so completely at someone's mercy. And she found that she liked it. His mouth found her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin as he ground his hips against her. She gasped, her body arching into his, her breasts aching for his touch. As if reading her mind, his free hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing the curve of her breast. She moaned, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. He teased her, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her dress, his mouth sucking on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She was a panting, writhing mess, her body desperate for more. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her panties soaked with her desire for him. His hand slid down, his fingers finding the hem of her dress, slipping underneath. She shivered as his calloused fingers brushed against her soft skin, inching ever higher, tracing a path of fire up her inner thigh. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her core, her body jolting at the electric shock of pleasure. "Look at me, love," he commanded, his voice harsh. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark gaze. He held her captive with his eyes as his fingers slipped past her panties, stroking her slick folds. She moaned, her hips arching into his touch, begging for more. He circled her clit, his touch feather-light, teasing. She whimpered, her body aching for more, needing more. He slid a finger into her, her wetness coating his digit. She clenched around him, her inner muscles pulsing with need. "Please," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. He smirked, his thumb circling her clit as he slowly fucked her with his finger. "Please, what?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me what you want, love. Tell me what you need." "More," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall, her hips matching the rhythm of his hand. "I need more." He growled, his finger slipping out of her. She cried out at the loss, her body aching for his touch. But he didn't make her wait long. He gripped her panties, tearing them from her body with one swift tug. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. God don't stop marching. He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of him. He was huge, his shaft thick and veiny, the head glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her body aching to feel him inside her. He gripped her thighs, lifting her off the ground, pinning her against the wall with his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance. She held her breath, her body tense with anticipation and nerves. He looked into her eyes, holding her gaze as he slowly slid into her. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, her head falling back against the wall. He was big, stretching her, filling her completely. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body adjusting to his size. Then he began to move. He took her hard, his hips slamming into hers, his cock filling her over and over again. She cried out, her body on fire with pleasure. She'd never been fucked like this, so completely, so utterly possessed. And she loved it. His mouth found hers, his kiss rough, his teeth nipping at her lips. She returned his kiss with equal fervor, her body meeting his thrust for thrust. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, their gasps, their bodies slapping together. She felt her orgasm building, her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. He felt it too, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. "Come for me, love," he growled, his voice harsh. "Let me feel you come all over my cock." His words sent her over the edge. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her inner muscles pulsing around his cock. He groaned, his hips slamming into hers one last time before he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync, the sweat dripped, and the high from the music came down. Dante pulled back, lowering her gently to the ground. She looked up at him, her body sated, her mind spinning. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "You're beautiful when you come, love," he murmured, his voice soft. She blushed, her eyes dropping from his. She wasn't sure what to say, what to do. She'd never experienced anything like this, never felt so utterly possessed, so completely sated. Dante tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. "Don't get shy on me now, love," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, " she retorted, pausing to lift the cell phone camera, and shots later went off. She wanted to capture the moment of their romance, and her still high excitement knowing it would bring Khris the same tingling, boiling-up moments. She would know this moment for a long time as the muscles of her memory breathed and panted She blushed again, her body responding to his words, his touch. She wanted more, wanted to explore this new world of pleasure he'd introduced her to. But she knew she had to go, had to return to her safe, sensible life. She stepped back, straightening her dress, running a hand through her tousled hair. Dante watched her, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. "This was..." she began, her voice trailing off, unsure of what to say. Hot sex erupted into her mind, that was the only answer that fit. Dante smirked, tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up the fly. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice a low rumble although he was ready for their next encounter. As she moved to leave, she pulled to stop a second time. Almost in a whisper she asked, "You know you spoke of multiple encounters of pleasure. What do you have in mind?" A dark grin spread across Dante's face. "I'm so glad you mentioned that. Since we have been so explosive to our touch, there are some rules we must follow. Crysslynn said, "Oh my God," steps back only two paces, but in that moment she momentarily meant to think about her husband's advice. But in the face of burning with passion, she wanted to leave and return to Dante's side, with more time to share and explore their pleasures. "What is it love?" "I just-" "Go ahead and tell me, 'love'. I will take endearment of your words. I know that there is something you want to ask of me," Dante said in a soft reassuring manner. Crysslynn pushed back her shoulders and moved forward. "I would just want to make things clear about us. If we are going to be like this for longer. The boundaries should be clear." "True." Dante nodded affirming. Crysslynn's pulse was still on a high. "And do you want to explore more of your fantasies with your bull?" "Yes," Crysslynn answered definitively, one hand covering her mouth. "Know that you've been safe with me, but we can keep the safe words, between us. You can send a text with the code, 'My bull needs to be put back in the stable' or simply Est, which means "it" in French, my parent's home country." "There is so much for us all to explore. I want to know all of your fantasies so we can play each one out. " Her body ached for his touch. She wanted his touch. "Okay," she said. His letting me know made this desirous words burning again and wet." "And if you want to invite a third, or especially for me, I would be happy to accommodate, but that has to be a request from you." Crysslynn's eyes brightened up and she said, "I would ask only if Khris would be interested in me doing so." As she sent one last capture of her and Dante, Dante said, "Psst, The first person you should have in mind is Khris." "Khris could be our special first guest. Let's have him enjoy the pleasure, making our rendevouz even more exciting." "Khris too?" Crysslynn gasped. "Precisely. Isn't that a turn on?" He said smirking with satisfaction at Crysslynn's overwhelming look. "This is too much information right now. I have to go and this must become known to him and find out from him." Dante's face maintained a look of seriousness. "Until I hear back from you, I will need that one last passionate kiss, to keep me buoyed." Crysslynn knew instinctively, she would be seeing Dante again and again. With clothes back intact, Crysslynn jumped to the torso of Dante again, one last embrace, Dante's hand cupping over the back of her head, his fingers threading her hair, and crushing his lips. Her louboutins were just above his boots, driving with the thrust of her pleasure. Still unwinding from their encounter, she received the blaring rush. Crysslynn closed the door behind her knowing she had just experienced the night of her life. She couldn't wait to see what else Dante had in store for her. **Chapter 4: The First Surrender** Crysslynn stood outside Dante's office, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. The pulsating beat of the music from the club below seemed to echo her heartbeat, a relentless rhythm that resonated through her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her panties soaked with her desire. She had tried to resist, tried to deny the pull she felt towards Dante, but it was futile. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, and she was ready to burn. She pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit office. Dante was seated behind his desk, his eyes dark and hungry as they swept over her. He stood, his large frame towering over her, a predator ready to pounce. She shivered, her body responding to his dominance, his power. He stalked towards her, his every movement calculated, deliberate. She backed away, her breath hitching as he advanced, her back hitting the door with a thud. Dante placed his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could feel the strength in his arms. His scent enveloped her, a heady mix of leather, musk, and man. She wanted to lean in, to press her nose to his chest and inhale deeply. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You shouldn't have come if you didn't want this, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. He didn't wait for a response. His mouth crashed down on hers, his kiss rough, demanding. She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He growled low in his throat, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against him. She could feel his erection, hard and insistent against her stomach. Her body responded, her hips arching into his, her core throbbing with need. His kiss was overwhelming, leaving her breathless and dizzy. When he finally pulled away, she was gasping for air, her body trembling with desire. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked down at her. "You're mine tonight, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her, much like the music. "This is just about mutually overwhelming desire, Dante. This is not ownership." "That is exactly what mutual desire and ownership are about. Full, attentive flesh emotion. Every pore and space of me wants you, and I want to be inside of you with every bit of my built, fortified existence. The dominant part of me wants to take control of your pelvic flames." How can something be so wholly romantic in the most when a living, throbbing breathing moment of our embrace is now before us? Your thought of ownership of me is just emblematic of the title of the romance, Surrender to Submission." His eyes twinkled with a surge of passion, his words dominating my flesh and feelings. love. This is what true passion feels like. Weird though, I am slightly up the air of taking another man into my arms. She felt her mind feeling overwhelm. I simply don't know what I am to do. It has completely caught me off guard. I feel I am a betrayer." "No woman. Those are your urges to refill your womanhood. I know you have wanted to feel this for so long." "I wouldn't call it so long." "5 or 6 years at least, but now your flame has a true purpose." "Purpose, O his lips rushed in, his kiss took over her body with frenetic action, his hands ravishing her. With one hand he had his hand over her head, the other he was reaching for her panties. Angling his hand under her purple dress, she gasped with the rough hand forcing itself down. Her hand rushed down to his, but the strength weakened her hand as. behind the kiss she gasped. "I know this is what you want, how your body is truly responding for me," "Oh, I know! Is no, no, no! It's Oh, yes!" "The lips of your skin are going to have you coming alive, if you just let go and trust me." She knew in the back of her mind to reach for her phone to get a last picture of Dante and the goings on back to her husband, Khris, on their 6 Year Wedding Anniversary. And with that, her limbs gave in. With double the gasps and pincing-tinkling three times, the flash went off.. She sent the picture of her right-handed hold cupping the face of the Bull, the unknown imperceptible bulge in his jeans rub-touching and causing her inner pudenda to fume and seethe, She bent against Dante's full wrap. Her body gave the final collapse of permission, absorbing Dante's complete strength. She wanted him to craft and guide her with all his power. She wanted to be seduced as the flames went higher, but ultimately she found herself having all the fun in the world. "Please take me, Dante." His head butt and rose now hot to her eyebrows, she almost felt a surging surge of horror. "That selfie got you turned on all over again!" He moved slightly back and she could hear lowered zipper from his left hand. Her soaked panties lay on the floor, as Dante's fingers repeatedly roamed up and down. One hand cupped the nape of her neck as the other felt her ass. Dante lowered his chest and she gripped one hand around the shoulder. She clutched with nockles on her other hand. The air escaped from her chest now as gasps overtook her. "Get the tube over in that drawer from the closet in front of you and lay it on the table. Could you do that for me?" Dante said hurriedly. "Certainly, Crysslynn said." She rushed over back, just a few steps away, opened and quickly came back, shaking and weaving it. Dante went about digging in, with every motion his robust, strong hands cupped to things that made her skin glisten and shine. His shoulders turned, as her back bent slightly forward. He angled and rotated her body one way, then another. She said in a pant, May I respond later in person?"! Her eyes raised. "You can text or email me at danto@mael.com. Or you could email him right back from here." Then we will see what he wants for our next date." Dante nodded apparent agreement. He took the butt end to the tube, pulled back with the withdrawal and lubed the head. "Could you talk to Khris during?" she requested. "I don't see how either of those things would be a problem, or if they really need to be added to our final equation here. You just put the camera back up over your head up against the door, and you don't need to worry about the time constraints on your messages." "It's not that well. On our wedding anniversary, I just would like him to receive one good cum-throated love note from me before we proceed." "Then crash the call over his cell phone. But make it fast and quick, but I want you me only to in me in this same time." Crysslynn rushed in and pulled her phone. The call went through, and Dante hacked into the stream of Crysslynn's camera. His fingers strummed and quivered her pussy. "Hurry Baby! But I know every inch of you is ravenous for that Bull in front of you. You're right he is the best loving Bull I've seen! "Ahh... He just sent me about 25 letters to make sure I am in my right frame of mind. And you are right he knows what to do with me!" "More than that baby. But I just want to make sure that you two write me all the loving notes imaginable,' and tell him that "You could find out what that Bull's like from the real thing." "Before I leave here." She gasped. His kiss summoned their flames again and more fiery fuel. With that, Dante reentered completely into Crysslynn, one hand pushing her forward and down, his powerful trunk, flicked her holy wooden frame pushing in, lifting her whole body forward. She breathed and whiffed, her lips and body descending, but somehow his frame held her whole body up. With every thrust, she kept wrapping her arms and legs around his torso, each time widening further and further. The screams of their voices hit a glass shattering level. The fourth thrust caused Crysslynn's fumes to go through the roof. Dante grinned with savage energy increases, steps, and edges. Where did this man come from, with so much energy? Her body corpuscles exploded with a surge of pleasure. "You're going to come for me. You're orgasm is mine, Crysslynn. Just let your juices feed me." "Yes." The fifth-sixth-and seventh thrusts caused the pleasure fog to deepen. She had never reached this level with any man before. She came explosively a fourth time, her exceeded a delicious nirvanic sense of pride of ownership. Dante the Bull truly had a sense of ownership in the matter. He was still hard! They lay in each other's arms for several minutes more as the outside lower music continued. Crysslynn had to capture this moment of her and Dante, this time from her eyes to his eyes. With this new level of appreciation he knew more of her than she could have ever imagined. They shared simultaneous smiles just looking and holding each other. She looked up at the chemistry they shared, noting the serendipity of their love. She stood back up, the clothes back on, the moans coming to forced close, Crysslynn sending Dante the details of how she would surrender on a greater level. He would get the text and the final name in the subsequent chapter. Dante smirked but with a growing earnestness and sent Crysslynn his number. "I already knew you sent it to my phone. We both share a lot of gratitude chemistry for our time and efforts. I will go back to my best friend. He too will thank you!" "Let's hear it from you first love." Crysslynn turned, her toes just reaching his boots, "It's so sweet we could spend this wonderful intimacy, that you took the precious time to get to know me. The chemistry and intimacy was beyond my deepest sexual imagination." With that Crysslyn grabbed her blouse and a few other items, and went to the bathroom, to bring herself back for home. Dante just beaming with a permanent masculine assured smile. He couldn't wait for the next encounter, he knew was coming as their romance and relationship began to develop. She would send a text of a first name shortly on the way out. **Chapter 5: The Power of Submission** Crysslynn stepped out of the steamy bathroom, her body still tingling from the hot shower and her mind swirling under the heavy weight of her conflicting thoughts. The scent of humidity and billows wafted in fond memory of hers from the club, rubbing in her slicked folds from behind her robed towels. Scents of billows and humidity slid low across her face. Her lips and body felt a glassy slide. She traced the slippery outline of her lip swollen pushes to Dante's deepest of kisses. Such a world filled with the Bull and the thoughts of his will dominated within her. The night had been a whirlwind of passion and surrender, a dance of desire and dominance with the Bull. Yet, even through that storm, her connection to and craving for the man in the next room made her fight through the contrast of emotion. The best feeling rose through her all night as she found that true surrender could Crysslynn padded softly into the bedroom, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she gazed upon her husband sleeping. His form melded into the dark blanket, with his tousled hair in stark contrast. Khris's hand lying upon his chest wired up and back, as though reaching for her even in sleep. The touch of his fingers in the eve along his fingertips, weaved through the thick of his biceps. Crysslynn popped down above Khris and switched off the bedtime lamp in the midst of an oversized bedroom. Her fingers dropped into minty smelling facial cream. She slid and slipped the beads of facial cream across fingers. Her skin flushed with just the thought of rubbing Dante's skin and his hand weaving lathering cream around her shoulder. This intimacy reached somewhere around her heart and hips to a deep loving sensation, which caressed with a freshness through her torso. The Bull's rough, calloused hands had branded her skin and she wanted to see the same impression on her husband ultimately by tracing his curiosity. All Kris ever did was mix business, loving pleasure, and beautiful but dangerous games of pleasure dysfunctionally. Her heart melt to another layer of deep back granite. A plane she could never fully predict or control. Crysslynn let the dripping warped last features of her robe fall from between her legs. She let her feeling it all come back over her. She knew Kris would recognize the pull of flesh, lipstick, and other features coming over her whole body. She met his eyes and didn't because the pressure of the table had her weak between them. Cryssalyn pulled out all her lingerie. "Hey you, beautiful man," Crysslynn hissed under lips, feeling his managing warm expression-a man's a man. The touch of him made her adore him back. Now her lips wondered what more of that joy-despised flesh would dispense freely from, driving pleasure through a woman's needs. Khris turned and muttered a half-consciously groggy "Mmm...hey, you." His eyes fluttered open, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he reached for her, and as he embraced her, she rolled in like pillows, and felt his need trickling forth. Showered face slipped around his. "Khris, baby, I need to talk to you about earlier in the night when I couldn't talk. We can keep doing our discussions even with a full mouth," she whispered, trailing her fingertips down his chest in slow, soft strokes. "I can show you so much also." A cold husky air already surged through her asking though she kept the secret of fear and guilt from nobody. Her frame leaned in, yelping at his familiar scent, a rhythm contrasting both men. Khris's hands firmed and gripped in a minute deep, elastic high and pulled it down over her moist skin. She could tell Khris deliberated fondling and savoring her breasts, and she let his hands fall into hers with his head shaking. Khris's head listened keenly, as Crysslynn spoon-fed him every considerable thought detail in full 4k through the tip of her tongue to his ears. She kept fondling him, as her wetness crammed his conjunctive large bulge. A legal pause held them slightly hostage, the Bull's permission still unclear, unclean as to how express that part. She felt the high charge of this passionate chapter the Bull gave her, with the power for submission perhaps being ultimately in her future fucking them later together, giving her senses a new life, and all charge on her threshes. Ordinarily her body was flushed with shame as she had more or less disobeyed the Stag, but this time was a novel exception and she wanted to pour out everything to her Stag husband. She was confusing in her mind, but astray with animal excess in release of control from her body. Out were the words and actions of pronouncing the Bull through the Bull's well-met country sturdy language (and actions) with Khris. Khris's body was pumping and was hot and wild, his urges would have been accepted by any woman. He pulled the cage of Cryssaly's frame on top of him. She thrusted across his vines with long unabridged rips across his hardened thighs and hips. Tragedy and triumph pumped Cryssaly's frame, like it or not she was Khris's. She panted out and handed whimpers of envy and secret, urging and passion with Khris. She loved it, every experience of full body passion. Great are Cryssalyn's jubilation, when together in an urgent thrust he grunted with loud with triumph over her. And it was complete. The sense of accomplishment came over both their frames. Back in her private bathroom, an incoming message from aggressively popped in. Khris recovered and came bumbling back through the doors. "So who owns you boss?" From the Bull. Crysslynn's heart stuttered in contradiction with Dante's cocky etiquette. Her fingers paused as Khris followed in again, as though he figured every word, message, and feature Crysslynn stuffed with Dante, as though this was the next business message of importance. "I want to have you your deepest desires, Crysslynn. Your snowy pushes are driving me nuts. So where are we going to play out our next adventure? Midnight. Then I want you to send me twenty flaming hot, uncurbed texts, but not more than that." The ache grew elusive between her reveals now, losing contrition and growing with high passion and desire. Crysslynn felt her mind compile the provocative notes, some crossing the line. The deeply intoxicating wonderment if Khris should see every last one, to challenge her full audio, visual, and intimate just to see her body bloom full before in and before of his eyes, as though he would melt to see her wrap herself around his bulging whip. "Call him," Khris said with a voice half-muffled, but dominating like never before. Her fingers trembled as she hit the call back button, ever regretting asking Khris for forgiveness, hoping he too would know the pleasure, owning her zeal and Dante's despite in his own submission. The call went through hisifi.com (the immediate service provider exotic site) straight to the Bull. His business (the tone more meaningful) was weirdly calm. With an ever surging heart beat, Crysslynn felt the chemistry of Dante's need through the connection, and every flavor flowed forth, knowing Khris's eyes could not diminish or flame out the flames between any man and women, but just the reverse. Crysslynn nodded to Khris his familiar smile growing, and with one hand gripping hisconsole, she spoke obscurely to Khris. Crysslynn plotted out the beachfront site for the familiar beach blanketing the crowd too close to them. Khris finally knew too the place to stone the next date out. His eyes drooped, but his smile grew, knowing the spot and delights of adventure to come. Khris led her to the room, and she fired from a black box in the back of the drawer, the candid role-reversal toys of their lives. The final sealing gift for her man to wear when the time came. "I will go get my camera. And maybe you would enjoy taking and giving a little of your passion so I can see you at your height pleasuring, lifting, and fondling my lover Dante." Her fingers slipped in a control item in the midst of his horned tight bulging ass. Everything was going to come clear now. On the phone, The "Bull" stuttered from an impatient languid voice, "No more than twenty shots, but every second shot you expose more of your womanly flesh to me. Each text makes me come, Now I want you by yourself spanking that hot ass just for me. Wider than ever. When I put you out with the cheek pushed to the left I will own that body. Khris interleaved as the Bull fired forth commands, "Make sure you tell him about the flexible back, and over that higher shoulder at that clearing spot. At the beach all the intimate and passionate delight will be yours." Crysslynn grinned as the ripping spanks lit up her slit in the midst of her ass. She nodded and obeyed. She sent a kissy face seal and rushed forth the photos as the Bull specified. Each spank came with a gasping flush and she came as each whip pushed her further. Each taunt and fucking with the Bull she sensed the same familiar comfort when she had surrendered to the desire for Commander Khris. Now just waiting for the Bull's confirmation through her lower abdomen. **Chapter 6: The Date Night** The night was alive with possibilities, the air thickening with current tension. There's something about matching a man's bold nature and the Bull manipulated her without any traces of anyone's careful control, and the thrust of freedom. A private nervous, but in an excited rush, Crysslynn let her silky, nude framed peti coat slip around her body. She craned her high lift heels around her calves, her tight pink dress gave her the perfect hourglass illusion, her curves wrapped with strength and agility. She hopped in, her piercing blue eyes scanning the bright lights, the intricate airport gates below his feet, preparing for a journey into a new fantasy. Dante leaned against his sleek black car, the engine purring like a jungle cat ready to pounce. His eyes, dark and hungry, watched Crysslynn intently as she approached, her heels clicking against the pavement. He was a stunning black button-down shirt and dark jeans that hugged his muscular frame perfectly. Dante's gaze roved over her frame again and again, a slow, appreciative perusal that made her skin heat and her pulse race. A predacious smile played on his lips, and the mad agency of his manner caused Crysslynn's emotions to run rangily from savagely passionate to an overwhelmed feeling of fear. It was only when she stood before him, his eyes never leaving hers, that she processed any sense of control. He reached out, his large hand gripping hers a second too tight, just to remind her what she was up against. She put her fingers out to touch his chest approach a strong beating heart, for a quick moment, she breathed in, her head cast up for a tender moment. His hand covered hers, for a light caress, his eyes sweeping over this with worth. To match a glance imagining a full mouth she could taste a drove off all the weariness of words with questions. "I am glad you could finally make it." "But sir, are we leaving just now? We are running a tab bit late," Crysslynn remarked. "Don't worry just a bit late, but even better. We will have to make up for that." Dante made a deliberate bold pause. Time is sometimes about losing orientation of its worth. Their time or place." Crysslynn smiled with a certain fondness, knowing she was in for a passionate journey, her red lips tracing every edge of her perfect lips. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. She let her lips raze down from his beard to his neck, letting a smile come over him with a peck to the side of his neck. "You're playing with fire, little girl." Dante opened the door with determined flick and led the way to her seat. She glanced back as he pulled back the car, the exact commands to her of what was to come. The car raced through the city streets, Dante's hand resting possessively on her thigh until the lights slowly dimmed, until they stopped outside the *Midnight Lyfe*. A shiver of anticipation and apprehension coursed through her as he led her inside, his hand on the small of her back, a reassuring and dominant presence. The club was busy yet the atmosphere was far removed from respectable. The air was thick and heavy. Intermittently some women threw appreciative glances to the muscular leg dominating the space. One woman threw off her top and tried to come over and spirit away Dante, but the flat control of his hand forbade any further possibility. Crysslynn's glance pushed down, she slightly resented being here, but it brought her to a place of gratitude knowing Dante was here for her and nobody else. . As Dante leaned down to whisper in her ear, his hand stroked her, his firm hand gliding downed her side, his thumb brushing her breasts, teasing, circling her nipple through the fabric of her dress. The Bull was sending her a clear message that she was safe in a questionable place. "Dance with me," Dante commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her, his hand pushing her further. Crysslynn shivered, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew, understood, and respected that Dante was a dangerous man, but there was more of the seductive edge to him. She let him lead her to the dance floor, her nerves falling slightly away. The feel of his breath in her crevice nicened her mind all at once. A slow thrum music had a sultry edge. As Dante's fingers slowly let her hair come down behind her. She leaned on his back, ever so what she knew was her clearest personal territory, tracing kisses back to his eyes. He danced her ever so thoroughly, her body responding to his touch with the clear mark of owning his property. As the room went round, she was electric to the throng of the pleasure of his hands behind her, feeling her laid-bare ass naked in both zips. Her arms parted about, back over her head, as she watched the last pull of her zipper, fall away to the floor, passing in front. Dante's hand domineered back and commanded her waist again. Their fiery eyes met. Her breasts pushed down, within his form, her lips finding his and sucking back in. She moaned as she slid the pulses of both hands and fingers down her hip and thighs. "Ohh baby, don't! Flick the edge of the danger, begin with the favor of the crowd with one last taunt of arousal. She led Dante to the table and let him lean over again, but this time she owned every edge and cleavage down his back. She spun his body and legs around used, switching hardening control over the bar. "I want to take you over this men-filled hutch and chair right here! Let it give you one more final display, before your passion your imagination from what comes next. Crysslynn at once realized the honing skills of domination that Dante prescribed could be hers if she would push on with courage and a pleasant disregard. She felt she had to subdue that feeling of what people thought around her just a little bit further. Abandoning every reserve the spotlight of attention came back to her, and the crowd started cheering on. Dante captivated her audience as right in the middle of the area Crysslynn found Dante flicking the trace of her mouth. Cryssalyn thrust her balance over the bar, her whole floor expanse came up and raised over Dante's leg, bicep, forearms and whole body giving a complete last sweep, thrilling, arousing, and tantalizing the crowd with her energy. A loud eruption and howling from women in the crowd followed. One last spank from her coming from the Bull. "All right, it's time for us to go," Dante commanded. They made it to the car, Dante opening the door, his hand leading her to the heat, his command sweeping her down. She knew there was something about the leather heat of seats and the shivering current that her whole body and thighs was rippling with, now wanting every growing inch of the Bull. She didn't look Dante, as his eyes peaked her in, as she lowered her glance to his zipper, unbuttoning and lowering all in one massive sweep. His cock standing strong and tall, she drew back for an instant and let her tongue range from tip, to his pole strong erection, throwing questions, devil, and passion. Dante said in a gravelly, authoritatively-controlling, send sensations around her jolts of excitement, "Worship it, baby." Crysslynn moaned and began to take Dante slow, in one savoring motion, with every lustful stroke and taste, moved and sensed every fold of the Bull. "That's a good pet, Crysslynn." Dante reached in and yanked her hair back, her red lips around his cock, plunging her mouth over and over him. She closed her eyes, her drive and tears escaping, but she took him and took him possessively and fiercely. Dante fumbled in her purse for her phone as he recorded her worshiping him, her head bobbing up and down, his cock glistening with her saliva. Crysslynn suddenly heard the vessel of pleasure, she glanced up, giving him full devotion and attention, her darkest shades of black and red swirled and flicked to the tip of the elongated width pulling an edge or throbbing rapturous pleasure. "That's right," Dante growled, "Go back to work, love." His hand yanked back at her locks behind her head, her mind in a mess of desire and worship. She whined as he took the camera and fixed it to a full-shotted focus of his cock, thrashing and whipping her wet pussy hard. "This is just a preview of what will come and follow when I am done with your Kris, and when I am ready for you again! "Please," she screamed, her back barreling, as he took her rough and fast, her hips trying to match the thrust of what the Bull was reaching and plunging for. Leaning her towards the window, her breasts bare, and slapping against the window pane, the cheeks of her ass desperate wet from wet heat. At this point, she couldn't recall who was coming, she was burning with pleasure overload. "You're just a place holder now, you've become my property. Your husband will keep holding you, but Our next conquest is coming soon, and after a few more rounds with him, I will show you what and when you can come and not come. Don't forget to relay everything romantically, and fulfill every fantasy that you have never had fulfilled. I want even mores gracious of your steamy shots of you, to tell the full fantasy. Crysslynn screamed and moaned, her fingertips thrashing and beating widening her jolts of passion. "Get my keys from inside my jacket heart pocket and pop the full trunk open." Crysslynn nodded, but still feeling the bliss, the heightening pleasure.The Bull started a video of them both, as he grunted Crysslynn to yell, the delicious of her acts creating only a heart-pumping sensation. "Ahh!" Dante pressed the accelerate on the video several more back right so finally done and sent the video straight to Khris. "Sometimes it's just a passion, but it will come more in fantasy. And If you think this was deep, we will see how much deeper we can take it, your love hole caressed, and your hungry butt aching with more pain and pleasure. "Now you take the back seat and we will make everything with a fresh unforgettable ride, don't forget to spank it and relish it when you get back to your husband, Khris. Crysslynn nodded as he unclipped the handcuffed hold and chains at the bottom. She whimpered as he ran his finger back to the front, as he yank her handcuffs out and some chain. He took the phone from her and swiveled the lens back to her shuddering frame, as he swept his tongue through her teeming pussy. "Ahh!" The phone was displayed to a series of quick intermittent sparking sensations from Dante and Crysslynn as their pleasure together reaching a new high. Dante was saying every word with crystal clear clarity. "Remember your husband is the gourmet top sirloin of the steak, but the Bull, hot fudge sauce on top every single time." For Crysslynn, every pump, riveting ride, and sparking current of pleasure created vaunting magical whirlwinds running through every cell and fiber of her body. And then she heard the pop of the car door. Crysslynn knew the ride down, was slowing down, and she going to be longing for Dante, The Bull, again. As Dante's car pulled up to her home, Crysslynn could feel the hot blush of her skin, like a placid mesmeric submissive trance, her panties soaked, her heart thumping, her lips swollen, the sore mounting of her thrilling adventure. She wanted Dante to come in. "Remember this is a fantasy of erotic submission, Crysslynn. This is only about passion and a sense of bullet-proof eroticism. I am not a hit and quit man. We will have many more chapters after this to write. Night had fallen, and Khris's open slacks left Crysslynn dripping with lust. Crysslynn asked, "Do you have the recordings? Khris said, "Yes, I have the recordings." "Your commanding roughs, slaps and spanks became more dominating in person. I could feel the power of your grip in Dante in person and you in spirit." Crysslynn closed her eyes and could see the Bull, live in her visual world. Her glassy gaze raised up, "And Kris?" "Yes, Crysslynn." She popped a slightly smaller ball, her mouth needing it reprieve, her mind drifted to the submissiveness of one large ball from Dante. "You know the messages and videos that are coming of both you and Dante will be coming." "And Dante wants you to taste every creamy, delicious drop," Crysslynn had both men's highest admiration and praise of her deepest pleasures for both men's pleasure. These two men have changed me forever. **Chapter 8: The Climax of Desire** In the dimly lit expanse of *The Velvet Edge*, Dante and Crysslynn moved together in a dance that was as old as time itself. The club had become their playground, a sanctuary where their most primal desires could be explored and satiated. The air was thick with tension, the heat between them palpable, a living, breathing entity that demanded to be fed. Dante's hands roamed Crysslynn's body with a possessive desperation, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her breath hitched as he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him, his hardness pressing into her stomach. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest, a steady, strong rhythm that matched her own racing pulse. His lips found hers, claiming them in a fierce, demanding kiss that left her breathless and aching for more. He pulled away, his dark eyes boring into hers. "I want you, Crysslynn," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "All of you. I want to consume you, to possess you, to make you mine in every possible way." Crysslynn's body responded to his words, her nipples hardening, her core throbbing with need. She wanted to be consumed, to be possessed. She wanted to surrender to the all-consuming passion that raged between them. She wanted to burn in the inferno of their desire, to be reduced to ashes and rise again, reborn in the flames of their lust. Dante's hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He dialed a number, his eyes never leaving Crysslynn's. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest as he spoke into the receiver. "Khris," he said, his voice a low growl. "Watch. No pictures, no videos. Just watch." He hung up, tossing the phone onto a nearby chair. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he looked down at her. "He's watching, love," he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek. "He's going to watch me fuck you, going to watch me make you come, going to watch you surrender to me completely." Crysslynn's body shivered at his words, a mix of apprehension and arousal coursing through her. She knew Khris was watching, knew he could see every touch, every kiss, every intimate caress. The thought sent a thrill through her, a wicked, forbidden thrill that heightened her arousal, intensified her need. As if sensing her thoughts, Dante smirked, taking control of their passion. He pushed her backward into his office, locking the door behind him. Her but was still slighlty weak from round six. "Dante, no!" "He just wants to watch me stretch his wife's pussy for two, three, or four hours, dripping sweat and pouring his queen's sweet nectar sweetness."" Crysslynn hustled her hips back, half-heartily, waiting for his sloppily ravenous cock. Dante spun her around, slapped her ass, and felt up and down between her legs gliding gently. "Do you want Khris to see how deep I am into your body, with sensuous passion, your hair swaying, back and forth, your back dripping sweat, pounding like a steady bull? He cares for you. Your pussy will make you ready to receive and be taken by your lover anytime." He cupped back up to her shoulder with three fingers putting firm pressure on those lower thoracic path nerves, "Invigorating, eh?" Cryssynn suddenly thrust herself against Dante's tongue against her thoracic muscle. "No. Yes. Yes!" Dante nodded. "Good girl. Now you see." "Ohh," She couldn't help herself and "What don't I see?" "This is more than a just fling, baby." Cryssalynn could feel the moisture rising from Dante's intensifying, hot breath chasing over her body and inner thighs. Dante brought down a light brown box big enough for her to rest on, but he said, "Remember hold this on the outside of your ribs, while your head presses your hips up and tilt." With every gasping breath and loud slap, she could hear Dante's hard-to-grasp huffs of oxygen. With every electrifying moan, Crysslynn could feel her senses shifting under the weight of their shared desire. And she could feel the buzzing of her cell phone. Crysslynn screamed as Dante's massive cock resifted and lunged into her. She screamed as the alignment of the box left her whole body rising and flinging up and down. She knew Dante was splitting her in half but knew no pain. Crysslynn reached for her phone, her fingers trembling as she typed a message to Khris. "Thank you, love," she wrote, her breath hitching as Dante hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Thank you for letting me submit, for letting me feel this, for letting me burn." She hit send, her body arching as Dante's thrusts became harder, more insistent. He was claiming her, possessing her, making her his in a way that defied all logic, all reason. She was his, utterly and completely, and she wanted it that way. She wanted to be consumed, to be devoured, to be reduced to ashes in the inferno of their lust. He leaned to back she could hear him, "Murder my pussy...so..good. Daddy you have the best dick!" Dante groaned, his hips slamming into hers, his cock filling her over and over again. "You're mine, Crysslynn," he growled, his voice harsh. "Say it. Tell me you're mine." "I am yours! Feel your fucking cock!" "Louder," he ordered. She moaned, the words spilling from her lips like a litany, a prayer. "I'm yours, Dante. Only yours. My body is mad for you, your energy, your ownership. My body mad for your cock all over me!" She could feel the flush wafting over skin and her whole body and deep red lips giving in to his love lust. Her breasts panted and puffed to every gasp of oxygen. His fingers repeatedly circled around her nipples on the hourglass frame of her body. But he was rough with her not just traces of pink from his spanks, but deeper bruises of his strength. Her moans became cries, her cries became screams as he fucked her with an intensity that was almost frightening. His cock filled her, stretched her, possessed her. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse as he slammed into her, again and again and again. Dante pushed the box away and picked Crysslynn up her legs spread, her arms wrapped around his sweaty, bulging neck, his cock filling her, making her new his queen. Her hips thrust with every spin he made, her walls could feel every ripple of his cut muscles. But with every thrash of Dante, Crysslynn felt her strength again. He pumped her again every hip thrust, she teemed with bursting energy. Her hair swayed like a beautiful angel of sweet fury. This time she didn't need to worry about how much Dante was into her. He would scream even more clearly than her, and with every unabridged thrust, she teemed with pleasure. That assault pushed Crysslynn over the edge, over him, Dante placed Cryssylynn back on top of him. Every inch of the Bull was hers! "Thank you," She gasped, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. "Thank you for this. Thank you for me." And with every pump she knew the Kris was waiting for her, watching her every sensation. Khris sent a message to Crysslynn later. "This vast intensity becomes our most beautiful love." She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her inner muscles pulsing around his cock. Dante groaned, his hips slamming into hers one last time before he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her, claiming her, possessing her utterly and completely. They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync. Dante's lips found hers, his kiss soft, gentle, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed passion that had consumed them mere moments ago. He pulled away, his dark eyes looking down into hers. "You're amazing, love," he murmured, his voice soft. "You're everything I never knew I wanted, everything I never knew I needed." Crysslynn blushed, her eyes dropping from his. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She had never experienced anything like this, never felt so utterly possessed, so completely sated. She had never known that such intensity, such all-consuming passion could exist. And now that she did, she never wanted to let it go. Dante cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "Don't get shy on me now, love," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "This is just the beginning. I have so much more to show you, so much more to teach you, so much more to give you." Crysslynn's breath hitched, her body responding to his words, his touch. She wanted more, wanted to explore this new world of pleasure and pain, of possession and surrender. She wanted to burn in the inferno of their lust, to be reduced to ashes and rise again, reborn in the flames of their desire. But for now, she was content to lay in his arms, her body sated, her mind spinning. She had surrendered completely, had given herself over to the intensity of their passion, and she had never felt more alive. She had come to the precipice, had stood on the edge of the inferno, and she had jumped, throwing herself into the flames, trusting that Dante would be there to catch her, to guide her, to possess her completely. And he had. And he would again. And again. And again. **Chapter 10: Sunset Surrender** Crysslynn stood at the edge of the beach, the sun dipping low, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, her body tingling with anticipation. She knew this moment was a turning point, a pivot from which there would be no return. She was ready to surrender, to embrace her submission to Dante fully. As Dante walked out of the downhill scattering towards her, the beach water marbleized by the wet sand. Crysslynn swallowed hard at the sight of him. His shirt was open, revealing his chiseled chest, his dark jeans riding low on his hips. His eyes were intense, his gaze locked onto her, a predator stalking his prey. He stopped in front of her, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. She leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Dante looked down at this woman that brought so much high seductive flush to his own body. His Bull nature burned with unprecedented loyalty and passion for her. "You're sure, love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Crysslynn nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Dante. I'm sure. I want this. I want you. I want to be owned by you today and for you to bring my cunt to your mouth back at my place tonight with Khris." "No other half-assed man." A slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips, and with a wink spun her around forcefully but not to injure, she flung around in the sand, wrapped her legs around his hips. As she turned her back to his frame, both her hands or the one long, delicate beautiful whole wafted in front of his balls. "Well put then," Crysslynn responded with a smile. Crysslynn could feel the hunger in that response as he thrust forward, his bulging enraged cock impaling into her, torrent of sinful pleasure rising across their romance. He could feel it too as he paused for a second with a slight gasp. Dante's mouth lifted and grazed into her neck, teeth drawing forth, his cock large. She knew where it was headed. The sand melted hearing her moans, as his cock ripping out her pussy, his own lips ripping against the top of her shoulders saying, "I. Love. To. Hear. You. Speak!" And "I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. If. You. Come. Baby." With every trying thrust, she waggling her hips, his powerful cock, wrapped with every ounce dig knees and muscles around her hips, back and waist. Their romance had become the tapestry of their woven romancing love, into a final business agreement. His cock went in and out, as she stroked his hulking frame over and over. With his massive cock driving her, her toes quivered, reaching for the sky. Her nails dug into the wet earth. With her teeth clenched and gasping, the Bull was always in charge! "You can have this body! "Who owns you, Lover?!" She wrestled back against with every pumping edge. She bit her lip, but craved the driving force of their hunger, almost the symbol of their insatiable frame. Dante let up for a moment. His finger tapped her shoulders. He let her breathe, bites resting, as his cock slowed down inside her. Her intermittent surprises with his dominant pumps fulfilled every loss she had prior and replaced her disappointments with his powerful love. She leaned against his frame, and they both lay breathlessly together. Her heart didn't beat without his. He looked down at her, his dark eyes softening, "I. Love. This. Hungry. Pussy. You. Have. Baby." As they lay there, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, the sun dipping lower, casting a warm, golden glow over their bodies. Crysslynn looked up at Dante, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I love you, Dante," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the ocean. Dante's eyes widened slightly. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "I know but do not take advantage of that word. It has meaning for both your stage and me. You surrender to me and I don't take it for granted." And I need that pussy to understand too. You're mine now any time I want you. I will try not to injure your Stag, so long as he is good and loyal to us, love," he growled, his voice a low rumble to keep his love strong and honorable. Crysslynn nodded, her eyes filling with tears of joy, of release, of surrender with strength. She was his, utterly and completely. And with the shifting tide of her emotions an incredible feeling of satisfaction began to pour over. "We will keep training baby and by the end of that we will be stronger forever, love." As the sun set, painting the sky with its final burst of color, Crysslynn nodded but with her body completely firm to his ease. Dante pushed her further back to the sand. Her breasts, shoulders and face, were now covered in sand. "This is how you look in my kinds of sexy." He loved every edge of his and spoke with the passion sound of his heavy breath. Startled with the sensation of her face, skin, and the soiling of hair with sand, she felt as the burning sensation began to run over. She raised her eyes at Dante smiling. "I heard of your beach fantasies, but this is so much more!" Dante looked at her and Crysslynn pulled the sand off her face. "Practice is everything and mine. Khris will have so much of my cum it will be dripping from your love hole, you and him will be happy to lap it up for days. Dante looked on and smirked as she rose her arms and whispered to him, "Spank my ass, my love," Dante nodded as his Bulls arms swung back. "Beach balls baby." A wink of his right eye! With every single spank, his loving Battleaxe slapped over Crysslynn's ass, she endured stronger. Maintaining stiffness of her neck back crevices, respect of the Bull's strength, Dante's mouth dropped in awe. Immediately he knew that Crysslyn could take more. Her pelvic arousal consumed the night. With every slap against her wet ass, Crysslynn's voice croaked higher and higher. His hands spanking her wet ass. And then Dante slowed down with every resonant spank. Her pink skin made the Bull's cock stand out and up straighter and stronger. The thickest, wildest saliva poured it out of her mouth. But the Stag was now waiting. Dante pushed Crysslynn a final, forceful, loving time to the ground on her entire back frame. She now knew that she could take anything Kris had. She knew he would always be there for her when Dante was done with her. Crysslynn wanted Dante to be her owner, her lover, her confidant, her tormentor, her everything, to create something of honor and endurance. As the early fresh hints of sunset floated over the breeze, Dante gazed at this beautiful form in front of him. As the beach was her playground, her eyes pressed into the sand as their love conquered everything. He commanded her, and she was happy ultimately to obey, still knowing the craving of every Bull's wish. Kris would be waiting for her wine Crysslynn nodded, her heart as she pulled away from Dante surging with strength and capacity. She didn't want command, but to give in to her love for Dante and for Khris to be her Stag, her best friend, and lover forever more. --- As Crysslynn walked through the door of her home, Khris was sitting at the window waiting, his knowing eyes lit up as they met hers. She was still flushed, the sand from her back falling off, her body sated, her heart full. And her thighs glistened with her juices but kept separate and tight. A soft smile played on his lips as he looked over at her, nodding in the serenity of the night. He knew she was in for a passionate journey, that her body and heart would know pleasantries, pushes, pure pleasures, pain blended with yearnings. All was a familiar outline from Dante to Crysslyn to Kris back together in sweat and fervor. His eyes glistened with love and respect. Yearnings from Khris's time well-spent with Crysslyn. Kris's hard-nosed waiting cemented his unique property with her. Crysslynn paused a moment, watching him back. The Bull was everything he said he would become and be to her forever. Their journey was continuous. She began to slide her hands over his shoulder and Khris kissed her. Khris naked, hung, wild, raging hard cock greeted her. She felt the moist, wet embrace from between his thighs, that she felt from her own torso, and thighs must now stay wet before his always fragrance of clean. She could ride him and rise, soar higher and harder and faster than ever before. Her Bull and Stag were different in so many good ways, and she wanted to speak to Khris as Khris knew the magic she felt in every way. Her body's juices already displayed her arousal and eagerness to submit to Kris. "Khris," "Yeah, beautiful." Crysslynn nodded and knelt in front of him and his raging cock. She licked and kissed every ounce of the tip of his beautiful dick. Every corner, curve, vein, every part his familiarity excited on Khris and Crysslynn. "Are you going to be ok with two men?" Kris shuttered with the first lick, and trembled with the delight of the second. Crysslynn could feel an extra dimension of power, pleasure, and prowess Dante had placed on his manhood for her. Kris put his cock deep into Crysslynn with a forceful delighted rush. Crysslynn nodded, but with overflowing fear and excitement. But the shuddering cock of the Bull gave her body a new surge of awe and labyrinth. "I want to frame you, fuck you, wish you, love you forever!" my beautiful man. Khris is my frame and my home, always loving me, taking me to strong submission and ready and giving love, and enjoying the grace of my domestic man." Khris will always keep the strength of the frame and fortress of me strong." Suddenly, I could see Dante coming in every time to own me, when Khris knew the Bull was enough in me. But Khris could always release the ownership and possession of Dante to come our and ply with too, but always honoring his manhood, "I want this to make you happy. You please me and satisfy me, Cry." "Yes. Love. Thank you, my love!" The wild and rage of Dante was combined now in the submissiveness of Khris. Seeing Khris smiling, but knowing the encapsulating will and lust of Dante made everything right. Seeing Khris's massive cock highlighted that he had endowed all the cross submissive strains, added to the very tip of his dick, it's flaming red power grew with every stroke of lower oral sucking from Crysslyn'n. His cock was a heap of ecstatic beauty. Khris ripped Crysslyn's dress. Her bra circle burned at her breast from the adept tongue of Khris revelry and romancing. Crysslynn could feel all her beautiful spots between her thighs coming on and blowing Khris away, as Khris began to pull in and out, her heart full and pouring desire to know Khris ever better. Flips and twists of his lustful hips barreled into Crysslyn's body, zipping back and forth. The red pointed, delicate tip of Khris's cock, began to bust open. The pleasure dimension was beyond measure. Crysslyn screamed with arousal and surrender. Khris could feel the excitement and the excellent energy from Crysslynn, and he wanted her more. Her mouth gave Khris's cock the most filthy and fantastic fuck ever. Every move Cryssalyn, teemed him to bursting imperative. Khris pulled Crysslynn off her knees and spun her around. He thrust his cock deep into her giving willing pussy. Her butt bent, but her back could feel every erotic wave of heat from Khris's cock spiraling through her over and over. Only fast and profane words came over to Crysslynn's mouth, "Khris, fuck me higher, Khris show me all your pleasure of life again, Khris make me a woman, Pound my soaking ovaries, fuck show this hungry pussy, the love hole that desperately wants you." "Fuck! You know now everything you want, my passionate slut wife, and now I know your dirty little secret." Khris gripped Crysslynn by the neck and as she bedded backwards, she could feel the high arousal from the gripping pressure of his hand around the front of my neck and throat. His deep masculine thrust brought the unique, beautiful, pure clarity of lusty pre cum. She began to crave the first round. Khris busted all over her pussy and the puddles of cum dripped from Crysslynn. Crysslynn began licking the lustful taste of Dante and the pre-cum from her own body, as she spread her opening, gapping, waiting pussy lips, as she dived her hands deep into the semen. His cock ready pulsed traced across her ass. Khris yanked fiercely down into her shoulders. Khris wanted an all-new side of Crysslynn, with more wind, power, and depth. "Honey, This. is. the start." Crysslynn trembled uncontrollably, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Khris came with a roar, his cock pulsing, his hot seed filling her, mixing with Dante's, claiming her, owning her. Their pleasure eased their hearts. He collapsed over her, on top of her, his breath hot on her ear echoing the Bull. "I love you, Crysslynn. So much." And she knew he did. She felt it as their bodies melted down, in the slow calm that came and followed even after Dante left. Their future passed before their eyes. Pleasure had become their deepest soul of living, enjoyment, fantasies of pure ecstasy and romantic fulfillment. Crysslynn saw their love laid out before her, a life filled with passion, with promise. A vivid clear mounting fulness, ready for all of their deepest fantasies to come true, assuring her that her love and life discoveries with the Bull and the romantic passion of Khris would carry them both to the every widening pleasurable destiny ahead. As Khris held her wrapped across his legs, tracing delicious circles on the points of her ass and pinching her tender, adrenaline, pulsing and sweaty ass, Crysslynn knew she had all of his masculine power and grounded strength to woo, carry her, password her, and literally support her as she explored her deepest fantasy and intimacies with her confident, loving, ever-powerful Stag. Her hunger for Khris to fuck her every time she came back from Dante kept the life giving connection alive. She smiled, her heart full at last to know both men that could supply and truly own her with the multiplication of their lives. She leaned up, sucking, her teeth nibbling on Khris's lip. She looked into his eyes, seeing the love, the promise, the future and the exciting fulfillment that never ends. "I love you too, Khris. I love you more than I could ever say. You complete me and make all of my confidence and trust soar with hope. And baby, I promise my love stays, builds and grows with you forever!"