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My hand moved slowly. The cloth binding was already soft with sweat. I jerk the rope loose. My feet follow. One turn. One push.
Nova gasped as I shook her body and flipped her onto her side. She fell onto the bed, startled, not yet able to make a sound. Rina turned her head, still breathing heavily, unaware that her position would soon be changed forever.
And that guy?
I looked straight into his eyes.
"You think you're the master here?" my voice was low, deep, almost a whisper.
He didn't answer. But his step back was quite telling. Too late.
BUGH! My left fist slammed into his chest, knocking him backward. He fell to the floor, surprised, but not angry-because I immediately jumped on top of him.
Now it was my turn on top of him.
My hands grasped his hard shaft that had been stuck in my body-and now I held it like my own whip.
"I'm not done yet, motherfucker," I hissed.
I spat on the shaft, then slapped it with my palm. Once. Twice. The man groaned, not in pain-but in shock. He had never been dominated like this. And I... enjoyed the shock.
Rina got on all fours, about to pull me away. But I pointed at her sharply.
"Crawl to the end of the bed. Open your mouth. Ready to swallow."
She was silent. But her body moved like a puppet afraid of being punished. Her breasts wobbled, her body sweated, but she opened her mouth... and stuck out her tongue.
"Good. Now you learn to submit."
I stood up, went to her, and pulled her hair back. Hard. Rough. She sighed, and without warning, I shoved my still-sticky, hard shaft right down her throat.
"Swallow it all the way down. If you vomit, you lick your own vomit."
And she... obeyed.
Meanwhile, Nova tried to get up, but I pulled her to the other end of the bed. I laid her down, then slapped the inside of her thighs in a loud voice. "Open wider. I want to see your hole bloom."
"Ja-Jak... you...," she said with a choked breath.
"Shut up. Tonight, I'm in charge."
She squirmed, opening her thighs. Her juices were still dripping. I slapped her pussy, making her moan-but not protest. Her fingers gripped the sheets.
The man was still silent on the floor. His eyes stared at me like an animal that had lost its fangs.
"Now you, Dog," I told him. "Lick the hole clean. No hands."
He didn't move.
I kicked him in the stomach. Once. Then pulled her hair and dragged her between Nova's thighs.
"Do it or I'll poke you in the mouth with that thing you're so proud of."
With a vengeful face swallowed by fear, the man lowered his head... and began to lick.
Nova squirmed. "Oh... oh... he used tongue... Oh my God... Andre... you're crazy..."
"I'm not crazy yet. But you will."
I turned to Rina. Still downstairs, still sucking my shaft like a sin-hungry girl. I lifted her up, pushed her onto the bed, and positioned her on her back on Nova's side.
"Two open holes. Two women who used to fuck me. Now you are my whores."
I took a position behind Rina. One hand gripped her hip. The other slapped Nova's ass. The man was still licking.
Then... I entered.
With one thrust, my shaft plunged into Rina, making her scream loudly. But I didn't care. I slammed in, deep, hard, over and over again. Her hole is now not only welcoming, but begging to be destroyed.
Nova grabbed the man's hair. "Faster... yes... keep licking-Aaahhh!"
I laughed. One hand slapped Rina's ass. The other grabbed Nova's hair and told her to turn to me.
"Look at me. Look at who you humiliated earlier. Now, I'm your king."
She looked at me. Her eyes were wet. But his mouth... smiled.
And that night... wasn't theirs anymore.
It was my night.
And they would remember it... in their every wet dream and nightmare.
Their bodies were sprawled out. Limp. Dissolved. Rina was still sobbing silently, her body pressed against the sheets soaked in sweat and fluids. Nova lay on her back, her eyes blank but her lips still smiling-a sign of contentment and... submission.
The man? Silent. Helpless. He lay on the floor, sprawled out, his eyes unable to look at me fully.
He had been subverted.
I sat on the edge of the bed. Naked. My body was covered in claw marks, bites, and sweat. But I was the only one who remained upright.
I got up.
I stared at the room.
And I realized...
It's not a sex place anymore. It's a territory. It's a base. It's a throne.
I picked up my pants, slowly putting them on without saying anything. They all watched, silently. And when I opened the door to the room and stood on the threshold... one by one they bowed their heads.
There was no order. No signal.
But they knew...
Their king had been born.
"This house is not for shelter. It is for submission."
It's been two weeks since that night.
Since my body was worn, then raised.
Since I dragged them one by one to the limits of their desires, and drove my control deep.
And they didn't leave.
Nova even gave herself up completely-leaving her old rent. Rina moved into the front room, taking only a day to pack everything up. And the guy?
He never showed up again.
And I don't care.
Because what I'm staring at this morning is a small three-room boarding house-which I'm starting to organize into a small kingdom.
Each room is starting to change: it's no longer just a bed and a closet.
Nova's room is now a submissive training room where they learn how to lick, beg, crawl.
Rina's room... a mild execution room-anyone who broke the rules was kept and played with there.
My room?
It's not a room anymore. It's a throne.
Nova sat cross-legged on the floor of her room that morning. Naked, her eyes closed, her hands on her thighs. Like a nun, but waiting for the call of lust.
Rina stood in the kitchen, wearing only a thin shirt and nothing underneath. Her neck still bore bite marks that she asked not to be hidden.
They were... no longer ordinary women.
"Rina, clean my bed. Then call Nova."
"Yes, my lord."
I didn't smile.
This was just the beginning.
Tomorrow a new resident would arrive. A woman. Says she needs a place to stay.
I said: your bed is waiting.
All you have to do is choose... do you want to be tied up or stripped first?
Alya didn't immediately understand why the boarding house was so... quiet, but not empty.
From the moment she stepped inside, the air was still, dense with something she couldn't see. There was a faint scent of incense, or perhaps herbal perfume. Dull white walls, simple furniture, but everything felt like it was organized. Not too clean. Not too dirty. But too... quiet.
She was greeted by Nova - a young woman with light brown skin, with a low voice and a slender body like she was holding her breath.
"Your room is in the back. There's no bed yet. But there's a big mirror. For you to get to know yourself," she said calmly. Didn't explain what she meant. Not smiling. But not creepy either.
Alya just nodded, confused. Then Rina came from the kitchen, serving hot tea.
"Drink first. You can talk to Andre later."
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Alya had never heard that name spoken in such a tone.
Not like a friend. Not like a homeowner. But like... the center of the universe.
Then she saw Andre.
Bare-chested, sitting in a chair by the window, reading an old, untitled book.
His gaze was flat. But when their eyes met, Alya felt... like she was being examined without being touched.
From that moment on, she knew: she wasn't living in an ordinary boarding house.
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Two days later, she started to feel comfortable. Not because of the place. But because Nova and Rina were too calm to be afraid of. They never asked questions, never judged. Nova liked to sit quietly and ask strange questions:
"Do you think you're an honest person?"
"If you have body secrets, who do you tell first?"
While Rina is more like an older sister who likes to massage Alya's shoulders while chatting about college, men, and ... strange dreams.
The three of them started to get along. No flirtatious jokes. No excessive touching. But somehow, Alya began to feel... they all knew something she didn't know.
Then came Rafi and Indah.
Alya had invited them. Her college friends.
Indah was her longtime best friend, and Rafi, Indah's devoted lover - a tall, neatly trimmed, smiling man.
Andre didn't stop them from coming. He even had Rina prepare tea, and Nova opened the living room.
"Your place... it's quiet," Indah said when she first sat down. She wore white culottes and a flowery blouse. Her face was round. Sweet.
Rafi sat next to her, his hand reflexively grasping Indah's hand. He was always like that: like he wanted to protect her.
Andre just smiled a little.
"Relax, because all the noisy ones... are left outside."
No one responded to that sentence. But everyone was silent for a moment.
Nova just looked at Indah.
And Rina looked at Rafi, but only briefly.
Then the conversation flowed: from final assignments, movies that had just come out, to chatter about relationships.
"I believe in one thing," Rafi said, glancing at Andre. "In relationships, the important thing is... to be open with each other. Honest. And not weird."
Andre turned his head slowly. "Strange is relative."
Indah chuckled. "Yeah, sometimes the weird ones are just... fun."
Nova said. "For example, sleeping in an empty room with a big mirror."
Rafi laughed, "Huh? Seriously?"
Alya nudged Nova's shoulder while chuckling, "That's my room now."
Rafi laughed again, but his eyes glanced at Andre.
And Andre... just sipped his tea quietly.
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