Alana is an MMA fighter by day and a cruel dominatrix by night. Her skills in the ring makes her highly sought after by men who crave being dominated by a powerful woman. Her clients get to experience excruciating armbars and what it feels like to be bent over and taken hard by a fit woman.
When she’s challenged by another MMA fighter, Michael, to the first male vs. female MMA match, she thinks it’s a chance to prove woman can compete against men. But when he humiliates her at the press conference, and then she catches him filming her in the change room, she knows she has to teach him a lesson he’s never going to forget.
First, she’s going to dominate him in a fight, and then she’s going to expose him to her dominatrix side. Before the night is over, he’s going to be publicly humiliated, degraded, and taught to worship the superior sex. And once she’s done with his rear end, he’ll be lucky if he can sit down for a week.
Product Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes, which includes Femdom, CBT, CNFM, Milking, Mixed Wrestling, Public Humiliation, and Rough Pegging.
Alana stepped into the harness, lifting the heavy strap-on cock into place. It was flesh colored and nearly as thick as her wrist. It was easily double the size of Michael’s, and it was going to be a struggle to stuff it into his virgin ass. But she couldn’t wait to make him take every inch.
Once the straps were tightened, it jutted out in front of her like a horn, ready to gore Michael’s ass. She fisted it slowly, moving her hand in times with his stroking. “You just love watching me jerk off my dick, don’t you, faggot?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, his movements slowing.
“Did I tell you to stop stroking?” she snapped. “Watch me jerk off my cock, while you masturbate.”
Her hand slid down the slick latex, her hips thrust slightly forward, her booted feet spread apart. The strap-on always felt like an extension of herself. It just felt right fucking a man. To put him in his place with her thick tool.
“Stand up,” she said. As he staggered to his feet, his little dick clutched in his hand, she stepped closer to him, touching the tip of her fake cock against his. “I want you to cum on my dick,” she whispered. “Cum on it and show me what a little bitch you are.”
Michael groaned, his body starting to tremble. The movements of his hand became jerkier, inhaling deeply at the end of each frenzied stroke.
“Shoot your load all over my cock,” she said in her throaty voice. “Cum all over it, cunt.”