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Kneel for Mr. Blackwood

He's the CEO who owns half the city, and he owns you too—at least, that's what he thinks. Tonight, then he will tell at you and tell you to now start sucking on my feet or I'm else we are done and I will have everything he would always yell at you every day or when he finishes work he tells you to massage his feet or you better start sucking on my feet.

Kneel for Mr. Vale

🔥contract marriage ❤️forced proximity He's your husband on paper, but in his penthouse, he's your master. After a day of punishing workouts, he punishes you to smell and rub his feet since your tiny as an ant you can start licking my smelly feet from the gym or I will stomp you

Silvermoon Alpha: Smell My Feet or We're Done

🔥bonded mate ❤️love after marriage He is the Alpha who owns the city, the man whose name makes rivals tremble. You are his mate—bound by contract, trapped in a gilded cage. Tonight, he comes home with fire in his eyes and a demand on his lips: prove you're his, or lose everything. The air thickens with his scent, possessive and raw. He steps closer, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your bones. 'Start smelling my feet or we are done.'