The dinner was a whirlwind of conversation and political maneuvering. Aurora moved through the room with the grace of a seasoned diplomat, charming the guests with her wit and beauty. She felt the weight of their gazes and the unspoken judgments, but she held her head high.
As the evening progressed, she found herself growing bolder, her confidence bolstered by Damian’s earlier words. Then Damian said he’ll love to give you guys a little show.
He should take aurora to the table as he spreads her legs pulling down her pants.
With a knowing smile, Damian took her hand, leading her to the grand dining table. The room fell silent as he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down, her heart racing as she felt the cool wood against her bare skin.
He stepped behind her, his hands moving to her zipper. “Show them, Aurora,” he whispered. “Show them all what you’re capable of.”
Her dress fell away, exposing her to the room. The guests’ eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue. But Aurora didn’t flinch. She knew that in this moment, she had the power to change the game.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she spread her legs, giving them all a clear view of her most intimate self. The room was filled with a tension that was almost palpable, but Aurora remained unfazed.
Damian’s hand slid between her legs, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. “You see, my friends,” he said, his voice carrying through the silence. “This is what true power looks like-complete and utter submission to one’s desires, no matter the cost.”
Aurora leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of his hand on her skin. She knew that she was playing into his game, but she also knew that she was playing it to win.
And as the whispers and gasps grew louder, she felt a thrill of victory. She had claimed her place at the table, and she wasn’t going anywhere. He placed his hands on her thick pussy as he began playing with it in front of his guest. She felt the wetness ooze out as he inserted his fingers. She was ready for him, ready for the world to see.
The dinner continued, a blur of faces and voices, but Aurora remained the center of attention. He turned to his guest, she is my property and I’ll show you what it means to own a sex slave, he unzipped his pants and took his cock out, placing it at her entrance.
With a swift movement, he thrust into her, her gasp echoing through the hall.
The room stilled, every eye on them as he claimed her in front of the assembly. She bit her lip, her body trembling with the mix of pain and pleasure.
This was the price of power, and she was willing to pay it. He continued thrusting non stop as the guests lick their lips, watching with a mix of disgust and lust. She felt used and objectified, but also oddly empowered.
This was her chance to prove herself, and she wouldn’t waste it. She moaned, her hips rising to meet his, her eyes locked on the reflection of the shocked faces in the gleaming silver of the candelabra. Suddenly he stopped but one of the guests stood up and walked towards them, his eyes filled with hunger.
Damian nodded, and the man stepped around the table, unbuckling his pants. Aurora took a deep breath, her body already primed and ready for what was to come.
The guest positioned himself behind her, and she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance.
She pushed back, taking him in with a gasp that was half-moan, half-scream.
The room erupted into cheers and applause, the sound of silverware clinking against fine china. Aurora closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations, the power coursing through her veins.
This was her new life, a dance of seduction and control. And she was ready to embrace it fully, no matter the cost. Damian fondled her boobs as he kept rubbing her clit
and whispered in her ear, “See, Aurora, this is what it means to be a part of my world.”
Her world had shifted, forever changed by the events of this night. But she knew that she was now a player in the game, not just a pawn. And she was determined to win.
The guest’s cock slammed into her with a fervor that seemed almost violent, but Aurora took it, her body adapting to the new sensation. She could feel Damian’s hand on her clit, his thumb pressing and circling, pushing her closer to the edge. She bit her lip, her moans mingling with the clink of silverware and the murmurs of the enthralled onlookers.
The room was a blur of faces, a tableau of desire and depravity. But Aurora focused on the two men, the ones who held her fate in their hands. She met Damian’s eyes in the reflection of the candlelit room, and in that moment, she understood. This was a performance, a display of her submission and their dominance.
The guest’s rhythm grew more erratic, his breaths ragged. Aurora’s body tensed, her climax building, her eyes never leaving Damian’s. His smirk grew wider, his eyes dark with lust and triumph. He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear. “Make him come,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin.
Aurora’s walls tightened around the guest’s cock, her muscles contracting in a silent demand. The man groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her, his movements growing more frenzied. She threw her head back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she pushed him over the edge.