Crawford Starrick as a dom and the Frye Twins as his subs. Together in his orgy-birthday party? I’m in!
Confession by @vickapinto
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‘For his birthday, I tell Crawford Starrick that I will do anything he wants me to. He instructs me to strip and I begin to, telling him ‘yes, Grand Master’, knowing how much it turns him on to hear me call him that. He gives me more instructions, each followed by ‘yes, Grand Master’ until he’s hard in his trousers and quickly bends me over the bed and takes me hard from behind.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
‘I’m getting ready for my date with Jacob Frye. As I finish up, I grab a special necklace. Others don’t know its significance but it’s actually my collar. I have the choice of putting it on, but if I do, I must do whatever Master Frye says. Nothing pleases me more than serving him :)’
Confession [@sassenach-on-the-rocks]
‘I feel Evie would be so dominant. She would tell me what to do, how to do it, and if I’m doing well. Just thinking about her gets me hard’
‘If often wondered about which generation of the Kenway men is most talented in bed. I imagine Edward would be the most adventurous, willing and able to try any position possible. Haytham I see as being more reserved with his flirting, but in bed he’d take charge, being an amazing Dom. Connor I can see being gentle and extremely loving. Not just making love, but committing every detail of his lover to memory.’
I honestly don’t know which I want more – a dominant Jacob who would be so calculating and commanding with that rough voice he uses when he kidnaps people, or a submissive Jacob who whimpers so prettily and moans in such a needy voice it makes me want to take *very* good care of him. I know you’ll say that “both is good” but I’m honestly confused. Do I want to be a good girl for Jacob, or do I want him to be a good boy for me? I guess it’ll depend on our mood.
I’d love to try to dominate Haytham in bed. Yeah, ‘try’ is a proper word because I’m almost sure I’d fail miserably. But even if I did, I totally wouldn’t mind suffering the consequences, whatever they could be…
‘Whenever I listen to the song “Bad Girl” by Avril Lavigne, I can’t help but think of Haytham punishing me (maybe for being too reckless during a mission? Dunno). He’d spank me, tease me relentlessly and fuck me hard, making me beg him for release while calling him “Sir” or “Master Kenway”… I’d do anything to satisfy my Grandmaster… Yusss.’
‘I imagine Edward and Jacob as a passionate power couple, each fighting the other for dominance. While I am their mutual slave who crawls around on my hands and knees, kissing their boots while they make out.’
I may prefer a dominant Jacob who loves to overwhelm and reduce me to a panting mess, but interestingly enough I find that when I masturbate thinking about him, the one image that sets me off the quickest is myself being on top and riding him to oblivion. I imagine riding him so hard he’d actually beg for me to slow down a little. But no, of course I wouldn’t do that. I’d fuck him harder and faster until I come. He’d try to sit up, to gain some semblance of control, but I wouldn’t let him. Whenever he’d jerk upwards, I’d place my hands on his chest and push him forcibly downwards. “Don’t move. You’re my fuck toy for the night,” I’d hiss at him. He’d moan out loud, unused to hearing unbridled filth from me. “Yes, I’m your fuck toy,” he’d whine in between gasps. I then notice how pretty his mouth is and I’d hop off from his cock, ignoring his protests.
“As much I love hearing that voice, sometimes you talk too much, Jacob,” I’d scold him. I’d then crawl my way towards his face and sit up, positioning my pussy on his mouth. I’d look down at him, smile at how utterly needy he looks. I’d lower myself until I feel his mouth pressing hard on my wet and well-fucked flesh. “Do what your mouth is made to do,” I’d growl.
I’d fuck his mouth and tongue, but not nearly as hard as I rode his dick; a part of me would hold back because I’d worry about crushing him. He’d notice this and would grab my butt and thighs, pulling me harder against his face. I’d look down at him and see him watching me closely; seeing him all flushed and sweaty while pleasuring me with his mouth would make me come so hard I’d throw all caution out the window and ride that handsome face wildly until I’m spent.
I’d roll over and collapse beside him, panting heavily. I’d reach for his cock, intent on returning the favour when I realise, from the long streams of cum on his abdomen, that he’d already climaxed as well. “How….?” I’d ask, puzzled because I knew both of his hands were on me the whole time.
He’d grin widely, clearly proud that he was able to come spontaneously like a teenager. “I love it when you take control.”