"Oh my fuuuuuucking goddddddddd," Jasmine screamed, loud enough for the neighbors next door to know exactly what was happening. Sensation after sensation after sensation wracked through her body, bringing a delirium of pleasure she didn't think possible. Each nasty name only seemed to increase the pleasure. "Tell me you own meeee," Jasmine begged, wanting to be belittled, to be used like the whore she always wanted to be, like the whore she always wrote about in her stories.

"I own every ...