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Chuck continued to dry the towel over his skin, paying attention to his watch. "And that's time," he said when it hit 15 seconds, looking down at the boy to see where they were at. "Alright, go make some dinner. You may only stand when you're at the stove. There's some soup that just needs to be heated on the stove," he said simply, walking out of the bathroom and into his room to pull on a pair of jeans.

Evan found himself nodding as soon as Chuck told him he was going to be a good boy and hold it, even while his bladder was screaming at him to relieve himself. "Yes Sir," he said quickly, though he couldn't stop himself from wiggling on the spot as Chuck kept showering. As soon as Chuck stepped out of the shower, Evan immediately had a hopeful expression on his face, and the truth was he would've rushed outside straight away if Chuck had told him to, even in his weather. "Thank you Sir, thank you!" he gasped, as he hurried into the shower and without even touching his dick, he began to piss. He knew instinctively that touching his dick was probably something he needed permission for.

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Chuck focused solely on the warm water spraying and dripping off him, the feel of the suds on his skin, the steam enveloping around him. He turned his head at the sound of Evan’s voice. “I remember,” he said simply. “But you’re going to be a good boy and hold it because right now you’re needed as a towel rack.” Chuck said it so matter of factly, so calmly, as if it were fact. That Evan was just a piece of furniture which played a role in Chuck’s life at this moment. He snuck a peak at the wiggling boy, smiling to himself as he turned off the water. He stepped out and grabbed the towel to dry himself off. “Usually I’d have you relieve yourself outside, but it’s too cold for that, so I’ll be generous and let you use the shower. Go ahead. You have 15 seconds and if you’re not done by then, you’re going to stop midstream,” he said starting his watch. “Starting now.”

They made it to the dorms and back inside the warmth of the building which made it easier to get back to his room. “Clothes off, back to crawling,” he ordered off the cuff as if he wasn’t directly talking to Evan. “Heel,” he ordered to have Evan follow him into the bathroom. Chuck turned on the water to the shower and grabbed a towel. “Arms out in front of you,” he ordered, draping the towel over both arms. Without another word he got into the shower, keeping the door open and washed his work out away.

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They made it to the dorms and back inside the warmth of the building which made it easier to get back to his room. “Clothes off, back to crawling,” he ordered off the cuff as if he wasn’t directly talking to Evan. “Heel,” he ordered to have Evan follow him into the bathroom. Chuck turned on the water to the shower and grabbed a towel. “Arms out in front of you,” he ordered, draping the towel over both arms. Without another word he got into the shower, keeping the door open and washed his work out away.

Evan whimpered a little around Chuck's thumb as the Dom told him he couldn't piss just yet. He was obedient of course, though he knew his bladder was going to be a real problem sooner or later. He gasped out loud when Chuck pressed a hand against his bladder, and that chuckle sent ripples of pleasure through Evan's body. "Yes Sir," he said quietly, keeping his knees apart, and lowering his chest and face to the ground.

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He walked along the grounds, the girl still slung over his shoulder. “You’re absolutely right and we will always be practicing,” he said, another slap to her bare ass. “Just watch what kind of submissive I turn you into,” he said, almost a primal growl at the end of his words. He got her into the dorms and his suite before he put her down by tossing her on his bed. But now what to do with her? He stared at her, as if he were determining the best way to attack his prey as he stalked slowly towards the bed, shredding his clothes off bit by bit. “So, you said this’ll be worth my while, right? That I deserved this? Up on your knees when I approach you, spread shoulder length, hands clasped being your back and eyes straight a head,” he instructed and he watched Veronica comply. “This is called attention. And I expect this when I call you or when I ask for it, understood?”

It was moments like this his people-watching skills came in handy. As the noise around them settled, he saw the quick moment of panic, of nerves. Veronica was strong as hell and everyone knew it. And Chuck had slowly and patiently been working to get her to put her guard down, to melt away that strength and give it to Chuck. It was time to see if it was paying off. And then, she spoke. She did her best to hide the worry and replace it with pure need and lust for him. They were good words, certainly. But he caught the sly look to the other girl, now moaning wildly despite the order to shut up. Chuck grabbed Veronica's chin with one hand, assisting her to look back at him and she was doing already. "Eyes on me, slut," he said softly, "It's not her fault she's a stupid little girl who can't follow a simple direction." He watched as the girl turned bright red in embarassment and stopped playing with herself. Chuck liked obedience. He also liked a little bit of a challenge. He didn't like boring, and that girl was exceptionally boring and way too needy. He certainly liked making subs needy, but not when that's their basic trait. "On your feet," he ordered and Veronica complied. He lifted her over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around her legs while the other swatted her backside. "That's better. Don't ever let me catch you with that pathetic attempt at begging again," he growled before walking her out of the gym.

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Chuck continued with his workout, barely tossing a glance over to the boy. He did notice when others got close, not changing his expression but making sure there weren't any issues. Mostly, people just watched the boy remain in position completely obediently, which Chuck was immediately attracted to. One finished, he put the weights away and untied the leash, keeping it in his hand. "You may stand, pet," he agreed, and lead Evan back out of the gym and towards the dorms. The brisk cool air hit them quickly and Chuck was fine picking up the pace of their walk a little bit. "Come on, pet," he encouraged with a pull of the leash, "We'll freeze out here if you don't hurry up."

Evan whimpered a little around Chuck's thumb as the Dom told him he couldn't piss just yet. He was obedient of course, though he knew his bladder was going to be a real problem sooner or later. He gasped out loud when Chuck pressed a hand against his bladder, and that chuckle sent ripples of pleasure through Evan's body. "Yes Sir," he said quietly, keeping his knees apart, and lowering his chest and face to the ground.

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Chuck continued with his thumb, loving the sound of Evan begging around it. What would he sound like begging around his cock? He pushed that onto the 'things to remember' part of his brain as he took in Evan's request. "No," he said shaking his head, "You can hold it." He watched for the reaction, equally loving obedience as well as just a hint of worry and frustration. He reached down, pressing firmly against Evan's bladder, chuckling softly to himself. "Keep those knees spread apart, chest and face on the ground," he ordered as he moved to use the bells again, this time doing lunges with the weights.

The longer Evan kept worshipping Chuck's cock, the more he began to notice how much his bladder was beginning to bother him. But he kept his focus on Chuck and the man's pleasure, even while Chuck was totally ignoring him. He whimpered as Chuck suddenly pulled his dick from Evan's mouth, but began to suck on that thumb that replaced it straight away. He groaned around the thumb as it began to move in and out of his mouth, and looked up at Chuck. He nodded quickly. "Please can I pee, Sir?" he asked, around Chuck's thumb.

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It was moments like this his people-watching skills came in handy. As the noise around them settled, he saw the quick moment of panic, of nerves. Veronica was strong as hell and everyone knew it. And Chuck had slowly and patiently been working to get her to put her guard down, to melt away that strength and give it to Chuck. It was time to see if it was paying off. And then, she spoke. She did her best to hide the worry and replace it with pure need and lust for him. They were good words, certainly. But he caught the sly look to the other girl, now moaning wildly despite the order to shut up. Chuck grabbed Veronica's chin with one hand, assisting her to look back at him and she was doing already. "Eyes on me, slut," he said softly, "It's not her fault she's a stupid little girl who can't follow a simple direction." He watched as the girl turned bright red in embarassment and stopped playing with herself. Chuck liked obedience. He also liked a little bit of a challenge. He didn't like boring, and that girl was exceptionally boring and way too needy. He certainly liked making subs needy, but not when that's their basic trait. "On your feet," he ordered and Veronica complied. He lifted her over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around her legs while the other swatted her backside. "That's better. Don't ever let me catch you with that pathetic attempt at begging again," he growled before walking her out of the gym.

Veronica's face flushed when Chuck stood back and got everyone's attention, She hadn't been quiet - but until now, her words were directed solely at Chuck; not caring if others heard, but not aiming for them to hear, either. She had to admit how impressive it was that Chuck was able to command an entire room so easily. The music shut off; the clanging of weights ceased and the moans and whispers faded, leaving Veronica at the center of everyone's attention, although her eyes never left Chuck; finding a sense of solace in his presence, it made it easier to follow his orders while everyone looked on. The words from that particular girl nearby scorched through Veronica's veins, egging her on and fuelling her determination. You think so, bitch? Think again. Veronica thought to herself, her brow furrowing as she took in a deep breath. Clearing her throat, she spoke out as clearly as she could. "I'm begging you to take me back to your suite, Daddy. Not even my own. I belong to you right now, and I want you to take me back to your space where you have full control and can do whatever you want to what's yours." She said, her eyes dipping momentarily with obvious hunger to his built chest before rising back to his handsome face as his cum started to dry on her cheeks. "Please, take me home with you, Daddy. Take your little slut home and use me like your personal fuck-doll. I want to serve you all night long, without stopping until I'm barely recognizable from how thoroughly fucked I am." Veronica sighed and finished by saying, "You deserve the best of the best, Daddy - you shouldn't have to settle for a second-rate slut," she looked briefly to the girl to their left before turning back to Chuck, "...when you've got me right here, begging to serve you over again until you're exhausted and completely satisfied.

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Chuck hummed softly as the boy began, once again barely paying him any attention. His cock hardened quickly, though really it wasn't going to take much considering just how obedient Evan was - it was a hell of a turn on. He continued his reps, moaning and humming softly as Evan used his mouth on the man. He finished and put the bells down, pulling out of Evan's mouth and replacing with his own thumb. This allowed him to stand back a little and take a look at Evan's body. He immediately noticed the fully belly and flashed an evil smile. "Do you have to pee, pup?" he chuckled, moving his thumb in and out of Evan's mouth before deep throating him with it slightly. "You may ask permission for whatever you want, but you don't do it unless that permission is given," he reminded.

Evan immediately looked up at Chuck and gave him a broad, happy and wet smile at the compliment, before going back to drinking from the dog bowl. He heard a few comments from people walking by them, but he mostly ignored them to focus on the task at hand, and to look up at Chuck and watch the handsome man work out. He looked up when Chuck patted him on the head, and took the water bottle. Evan straight away began to drink from it, emptying it, as Chuck came back to him with some dumbbells. Evan gave out a happy yelp at the order, and didn't hesitate to move forward, gently pull down Chuck's pants and take his cock into his mouth, worshipping the head with his tongue.

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He had every intention of leaving her there and letting her make her own way back to her room. In fact, he'd loosened the grip on her hair and tucked himself back into his pants by the time he heard the finally words. He had figured she'd used her verbose vocabulary to make an argument for herself, but his brain caught on begging. God, he loved it when she did that. He turned towards her, looking down at the cum covered beauty at his feet. "You're begging?" he asked with a cock to his head, "You can do better than that." He looked up at others still watching, the same girl who made the comments before putting on quite the show for him. "I'd beg him better than that," she said to a friend, though much louder this time. But his focus returned on her, "Well? Let's hear it. Let's all hear it," he clarified and looked up, "Everyone! Shut up a minute. Turn off the music. My little slut has something to say."

With barely any time to collect herself in the wake of such an intense orgasm, Veronica whimpered and shakily swiveled on her knees, looking up at Chuck's impressively muscled form, a shadow of Chuck's thick, throbbing cock cast on her lust-blown expression as she obeyed as quickly as she could, knowing he was about to cum and wanting so badly to taste him. Her tongue fell from her panting mouth just in time to receive the thick, heavy ropes of his load as they sprayed from his cock-head, painting her pretty face, her mouth, and tongue, making a complete mess of her which contrasted nicely form how together she always was. She looked and felt throughout fucked, used, and dominated - Veronica Lodge looked dominated, and everyone could see the evidence of it; and Veronica, for once, didn't care, because she'd been Dominated by a man who she decided deserved her submission. She couldn't help the soft, affectionate smile that involuntarily betrayed her at his compliment. "Understood, Daddy..." She moaned as he roughly yanked her head up to meet his gaze, licking at her lips but otherwise leaving his load across her face untouched as it dripped down her cheeks. "Are you sending me away, then? Or did you want to come with me back to my room to add to the mess you've already made of me?" She asked breathlessly, secretly wanting him to herself and knowing that if she left now, all these people watching would be all over him in a second, which made her skin flush with jealousy - she looked pointedly at the girl from earlier who was practically salivating with need, ogling Chuck like the sexiest slab of meat she'd ever seen. She reverted her gaze to Chuck, her eyes wavering with desperation for him to scoop her up and haul her back to her room, himself. "I don't let just anyone take me anywhere...but you're not just anyone, Sir - and I want everyone here to know that if for some ludicrous reason they don't already." She wet her lips and added, "In fact...to say I'm letting you do anything is...is wrong. I'm begging you to take me home, Daddy. Please."

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Chuck hid his chuckle, but not his eyeroll, as he caught bits and pieces of what others were saying around him. His eyes remained locked on Veronica through the mirror. He growled as he watched her come apart again, her body shaking, sweat beginning to drip from her, and her cries piercing the ears of anyone in a 50 foot radius. "That's right, slut, cum hard," he egged her on, thrusting hard and completely into her, Veronica's body bouncing back and forth violently. The way so gripped against his made his cock pulse as his balls tighten, quickly meeting his own end. He pulled out of her and stood up, "On your knees in front of me," he ordered, waiting for her to quickly obey as he kept himself on the edge. He pointed at her face, "tongue out," ordered quickly as he released himself in loud, feral groans. His cum painted against her tongue, lips, cheeks. White ribbons in perfect contrast of her tanned skin. He breathed hard as he finally emptied, panting as he looked over her face. "Perfect," he hummed, threading his fingers into her hair, grabbing hard to it at the apex of her skill and forced her face up towards him. "You're gonna wear it til your back in your room, understood? Show me how proud you are to wear daddy's cum like a perfect little whore."

It was...almost otherworldly to exist at the center of Chuck Clayton's attention. There was so much going on around them; directly to her left, Veronica was sure some petite little gym bunny was looking at Chuck with the widest doe-eyes, rubbing furiously at her core over her yoga pants, moaning to her friend, "Oh my God...he's so sexy...d'you think when he's finished with Veronica, he'll have enough energy to take me just as hard?" Veronica smirked when she registered that comment and privately made it her secret mission to ensure that Chuck did not have the energy to do anything but carry her back to his suite and pass-out on top of her after they were done. The smack to her ass brought her back to the present; "Mmm...thank you, Daddy...fuck, you're so good to your girl. I'm so...fucking lucky." Veronica giggled breathlessly, biting down hard and uselessly on her bottom lip before a scream of pleasure broke free. "Fuck! Daddy! I'm cumming! Ooh...m-my...GOD!" She practically sobbed, doubling over and collapsing as pleasure rendered her limp and weak with its strength, amplified by the relentless pace of Chuck's thrusting hips, pounding himself into Veronica like he meant to nail her to the mat. Wetness splattered underneath her as her orgasming cunt spasmed on CHuck's thick cock, and all the while Veronica screamed her pleasure, thanking Chuck profusely as she rode the high he permitted her to indulge in until it finally subsided.

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"Good boy," he said simply, watching Evan have damn near perfect posture and position for this - impressive. Chuck started his run, slowly then working his way up to a brisk run against the machine. His eyes scanned the room, watching people come in and out, use machines and get into their own work outs. He cast a glance down at Evan once or twice, but mostly ignoring him as the sight cause the eyes of others walking through. After he made his 3 miles, he slowed his pace until he could get off, glistening with sweat and panting heavily. Climbing off, he patted Evan's head and handed him the rest of the water bottle. "Drink it down. Now," he ordered before moving over to grab a couple dumb bells and returning in front of Evan, waiting for him to finish the task. Starting his curls, one arm then the other, he looked down. "Get my cock in your mouth. Suck me nice, like you're worshipping it."

"I'm sorry Sir," Evan said quickly, before bending down to clean up the mess he'd created. He didn't hesitate at all, the acrid sting of Chuck's piss already strong on his tongue. He kept his face against the floor, and as much as he wanted to look around to see where Chuck had gone, Evan made himself stay in this position. Chuck made all his decisions, after all, so he'd been staying here for as long as the dominant man wanted him to stay there. After a while, Chuck appeared and threw soe clothes at him, which Evan quickly put on without standing up. Evan couldn't help the eager little yelp that came when Chuck put a collar and leash on him, though.

Once they were in the gym, Evan didn't hesitate to strip, even with the other people using the gym's equipment. His leash was attached to the machine, and he watched curiously as Chuck put down a bowl of water in front of him. "Yes Sir," he said quietly, as he got down on all fours and began to gently lap at the water.

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"Filthier the better, slut," he agreed, drowning in her sexy, dirty talk as he continued. He watched her face in the mirror as he continued to furiously, deeply fuck into her, watching her face flush bright pink with new arousal. He could barely pay attention to the hums and moans starting to surround them, his eyes and focus on Veronica alone. His cock twitched inside her as she began to beg - which only barely beat her dirty talk for his favorite thing out of her mouth. "Alright, let's hear you cum, slut," he growled, giving her ass a quick smack before returning his hands to her hips, "Cum for Daddy."

She wasn’t going to draw attention to it, but he’d just complimented her - and to her memory, it was the first time it’d happened. The way being called a ‘sexy little slut’ made butterflies erupt in her gut was disconcerting but she was far too turned on to give it a second thought. At this moment, all that mattered was that this man thought she was a sexy little slut, and he wasn’t afraid to treat her like one. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, the feeling of his cock pounding into her, reaching new depths with every powerful thrust had her seeing stars as her arousal grew all over again inside her. “Mmm, you like when your sluts have a filthy mouth on them, don’t you, Daddy? Especially when that mouth’s exclusively filthy for you…” She moaned, whimpering at the way those deep, manly growls that left his lips made her feel possessed in every way imaginable. Her abs flexed under his touch as he reached beneath her pliant, toned body, masterfully finding her clit before mercilessly rubbing at it. God, she loved how he didn’t waste time on being gentle. He was rough and deliberate - he knew what he wanted and he took it; took her, just the way she needed to be taken. Her body jerked back and forth as he fucked her at a punishing pace, rubbing her clit so hard that she almost felt faint. Her arms were shaky, struggling to hold herself up as she took the brunt of his thrusts. “Oh…yes…yes…I’m…I’m gonna cum, Daddy! You…you make me feel so…fucking…good.” She breathed heavily between each word. “Only you make me cum this fucking hard, Sir - this pussy was designed for a real man like you - none of these sorry excuses for men at this school could ever compare, or make me feel a fraction as good as you make me feel, Daddy!! And they fucking know it, too - as they should.” She asserted in a raspy tone, smirking breathlessly as about a dozen men watching blushed and looked at first upset at her claim, and then laughably turned on by it. She giggled slightly, her eyes still set firmly on Chuck; his handsome face and his perfect body still annoyingly covered by his shirt, but ripped and so obviously powerful towering over her as he fucked her nearly in half. “Oooh…I’m gonna cum on your cock, Daddy - please! Please, can your…c-can your little bitch cum on your cock!?” She screamed desperately and without a trace of shame.

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Chuck looked down at the boy, watching his expelled liquid drip from his chin and onto the floor. "Clean it up. What's the matter with you?" he growled, "Making a damn mess like that." He watched as Evan bend down to complete the order, lapping up what little was spilled right off the floor. He took a look at the time and rose to his feet. "Stay like that, face against the floor," he said before walking out of the room. He made plenty of noise as he changed and got his workout clothes on before returning to the living room. He threw the boy a jacket, a pair of sweatpants and shoes. "Put these on," he ordered pulling out a simple black collar and leash. He clasped the collar against Evan's throat, tugging the leash to gage reaction. "You may stand for this part," he said, leading Evan out the door and across the court yard to the gym. Chuck was desperate for a work out, and he wasn't going to let anyone screw up his schedule. Once inside the warmth of the gy, Chuck had Evan strip completely again, and walked him towards the treadmills. Picking one, he tied the leash to the bar of the machine, not anywhere near the moving parts of the mechanism. He put down a bowl with water in front of him. "Stay," he said simply as the boy knealt, "Eyes ahead, you speak and react to no one, and I want that water drank by the time I'm done," he explained, starting his run.

Evan loved being ignored, especially during something like sucking cock. He tried to go as slowly as possible, not wanting to annoy Chuck and go against his orders. Evan almost jumped in surprise when Chuck finally spoke again, after what felt like an eternity. Evan opened his mouth wide, and he looked surprised at the quick warning he was given before Chuck began to piss into his mouth. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful, though it wasn't before some dribbled down his chin.

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Pageant girl, hmm? So tell me, what was your special talent? And if you could have one thing in the world, what would it be? And it'd better not be 'world peace.' No one actually wants that. Indulging is good, life is pretty boring without it.

Agreed. And I don't have time or patience for all that flare. Correct, taste good is really all I ask of my food.

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He'd told her eyes on him, which meant his eyes had to be on her. His gazed locked in on those big, chocolate brown, lust filled eyes as he began to move inside her again. This time, he was in control. He kept his fingers gripping tight to her hips, easily leaving bruises as his hips slammed forward every time he pulled her back. The new position hit her deep, sensitive middle, Chuck growling with each thrust. Then she started with that goddamned dirty talk again and he didn't like how weak it made him feel. What's yours. Fuck me, Daddy. It was enough to make him explode in that moment. "Such a sexy little slut, talking all dirty like that," he growled, one hand slipping under her tight body, quickly finding her swollen nub, rubbing furiously as he fucked her. "You gonna cum again for Daddy? Nice and loud. Tell these fuckers who makes you cum like that."

Her feral, primal instincts were taking over, and as she rode his cock as hard as she could, depleting herself so that he had to take over and fuck her properly through her orgasm, all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to cum deep inside her. Something about a powerful man who could not only hold his own against her but actually dominate her to this level of submission made her want to feel his see buried inside her cunt, the remnant of it dripping down her thighs in the aftermath. As she came, she groped roughly at his chest his shoulders, even one hand wandering up to almost affectionately cup his handsome face - anything to bring him over the edge with her. When he didn’t, there was a slight pout, but that quickly melted away at his praise. The rest of the room, as boisterous as their audience was had sufficiently faded away - all Veronica could see and focus on was Chuck, and that, she realized, was the way it was supposed to be. She sighed as he sat up, her arms instinctively draping over his strong shoulders as he effortlessly stood with her, supporting her weight on his rock-hard cock before slipping out of her entrance and setting her on her feet. As they walked to their next spot, she kept a hold on him as her legs were a bit too shaky still to hold herself up on her own. When they arrived at the mat, she complied easily, practically collapsing to the floor and assuming the position. She raised her gaze to their reflection in the mirror, an awe-struck expression presenting itself on her flushed face as she watched this God of a man kneeling behind her. His big, muscular body dwarfed her in comparison. He was ridiculously sexy - that much simply couldn’t be denied. She was so focused on his features; his shoulders and the pumped swell of his arms and chest that she barely registered the feeling of his cock at her entrance until he pushed himself inside again. Her jaw dropped in a breathless gasp, her eyes rolling back momentarily before setting back on the gorgeous picture the two of them made. “Hmm…as if I’d want to look anywhere else than at you, Daddy,” Veronica replied with a crooked smirk, her body moving back and forth at a nearly-violent pace as Chuck started to pound into her from behind, fucking her as hard as she needed; and something told her he wasn’t even doing his worst yet. “Ohh, Daddy…yes…thank you for fucking my pussy…mmf…fuck, you look so…so fucking hot fucking me like this. Fucking what’s yours!” She screamed shamelessly, and plenty loud enough for everyone watching to hear.

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PM: It is simple. Emotions complicate things that don't need to be complicated, it's as simple as that. That's because you're assuming depth comes from emotion. When in fact, depth comes from experience and experimentation.

Probably not, no.

I suppose you did. Can't say I hate it. Might even prefer it, who knows?

PM: You make it sound so simple. Not necessarily. I just don't see how a deep connection can be forged without 'all that' - but I'm open to being proven wrong.

Do I even want to know what made you so sure of my past failings in the emotional department?

Pretty sure I admitted to finding the Master thing hot the second you mentioned it, Sir.

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He continued to just watch her, timing his thrusts upwards to bring the most noise out of the normally-well-mannered and well-structured girl. Chuck was getting a front row seat to watch her become completely unglued. It was amazing. He grunted himself as he start to feel her squeeze against his, her walls milking his cock as her movements grew faster, needier. When Chuck took things into his own hands, it didn't take Veronica long at all to begin nearly screaming, her moans the loudest thing in the gym now that everyone was watching. He growled, hissing as he felt her nails rake hard into his chest, watching her face as she came. He smirked as she spoke breathlessly, watchers around them cheering and hollering at her orgasm, a few of them well on the way to their own. "Good girl," he hummed, sitting up and bracing her lower back with her arms. He stood up, carefully helping her to the ground and slipping out of her, walking with her to stretch mat in front of a wall-to-wall mirror. "Get on all fours," he ordered, "Face the mirror." When she complied, he got on his knees behind her, quickly pushing himself all the way inside her and holding himself there. "You do not take your eyes off that mirror, understood? Eyes on me, Blackbird," he ordered as he began to fuck her again.

Veronica couldn't deny how it felt to hear him call her a good girl. It didn't even have an initial negative impact. Before, she might've rolled her eyes or scoffed before accepting how wonderful it was to be under a real Dominant's control and to be praised in the process. But now, that instinct was skipped over and she fell straight on the floaty, giddy feeling of being good for a man who she knew deserved her at her best. She kept yanking on her nipples, harder still as he praised her, eager to hear more of that fall from his sexy lips as he watched her writhing and fucking herself on his cock on top of him. The writhing slowed and then stopped abruptly when he gripped her hips, his arms bulging with the force he exerted to keep her still and fully sheathed on his cock. With her own, petite frame immobilized she was powerless to do anything but lean back and scream in pleasure as Chuck employed his own, powerful body upward, fucking her out of any lingering, rational thoughts. She whimpered, practically sobbing with how good he felt, pounding up into her at just the right angle, forcing her towards the edge of her first orgasm. She had her orders and thankfully, it didn't take much more than that to push her over the edge. She fell forward, bracing both hands on either of his pecs as her arousal overwhelmed her, the first orgasm hit her like a tsunami as she came on his cock. She screamed and cursed, her cunt spasming and gushing over his length, spraying a little onto his upper body, her nails digging into his chest as she rode his cock through that long, perfect orgasm. Everyone around them was stunned into aroused silence - they were now the center of everyone's attention, and rightfully so. As her orgasm subsided, she tried to catch her breath, panting hard and dipping down slightly, her black hair falling to the side as she worked to regain any amount of strength. "That was...so good, Daddy..." She said, panting still, "Thank you...for letting my pussy cum on your cock." She finished with a sweet smile, leaning in slowly as if it to kiss him, but maintaining enough distance so that he could make the first move.