Forgive the lack of detail, I’m just starting to try writing on this subject after putting it off for so long….. I’m playing with fantasies I’d love to play out.
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I have built my growing empire and life from the ground up. Working with multimillion companies, countless employees under my command and direction, and absolute authority in every decision I make. Power isnt something I wield in the boardroom; it is the essence of my entire life. And when the workday ends, my control doesn’t stop there.
My girls were everything I needed them to be. Young, beautiful, eager to please—and utterly devoted. They lived for my approval, thrived under my dominance. Each of them had a role to play, a purpose in my carefully crafted world of control and submission. But what made it even more thrilling was the realism I injected into our games.
I didn’t just have a harem. I had a theater, a living, breathing fantasy that I could step into whenever I pleased.
Tonight, it was the gym.
The air smelled of sweat and rubber, the rhythmic pounding of weights against the floor setting the scene. I had rented out the place for the night. I liked the illusion of the public setting, the idea that at any moment, someone could walk in and witness the depravity about to unfold.
Three of my girls were waiting, dressed to perfection in tight leggings and sports bras that left nothing to the imagination. Each had her own personality, her own way of tempting me.
Lena, my sweet little overachiever, pretended to struggle under the barbell, looking up at me with wide, desperate eyes. "Daddy, it’s too heavy… I need you."
I smirked, stepping behind her, pressing my body close as I helped her lift. My hands lingered, guiding her movements, feeling her tremble under my touch. "That’s it, baby. I’ve got you."
Across the room, Ava stretched, her back arched, putting herself on full display. "I think I pulled something. Think you can check me out, sir?" Her voice dripped with need, feigned innocence masking the hunger in her eyes.
I ran my hands down her spine, slow and deliberate, feeling her shiver as I kneaded the tension from her muscles. "I think you just need a little… release."
Then there was Bella—my brat, my challenge. She leaned against the squat rack, sucking on her water bottle like she knew exactly what it did to me. "All this talk, but I don’t think you can handle all of us at once, Daddy."
I turned to her, my pulse spiking. "Is that a challenge, little girl?"
And just like that, the game shifted. The scene transformed from suggestive teasing to something raw, something primal.
Clothes were pushed aside, bodies pressed against machines and mats. Their moans filled the empty gym, echoing off the walls, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by my command. Lena whimpered beneath me, Ava clawed at my back, Bella bit my lip with a wicked grin.
I took them how I wanted, hard, slow, rough, teasing. I dictated the pace, the pleasure, the punishments when they got too greedy. They submitted willingly, completely, their bodies and minds molded to my will.
By the end of it, we were spent, tangled together in the aftermath of our indulgence. I sat back, satisfied, as they curled against me, marked and ruined in the best way.
"You still think I can’t handle all of you?" I murmured against Bella’s ear.
She laughed breathlessly. "You always prove me wrong, Daddy."
Damn right, I do. |
