Jordan's Rules

For Elizabeth, there was one north star in her life -- the titular head of the Hill House, Jordan. The tall, muscular Black alpha naturally paired with the submissive white female, and the two transsexuals -- while perfectly capable alphas in their own right in a different environment -- ended up pairing together.

Elizabeth was bent over Jordan's lap. His hand caressed her firm ass, his thumb pushing in to tease the tight ring. Then he gave it an audible slap.

"Ooo," Elizabeth whimpered.

"Now," Jordan said. "You forgot to make my breakfast for Father's Day." He slapped her ass harder, leaving a handprint.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Elizabeth whimpered. She wiggled her asscheeks, as a tease, though she did genuinely feel a little remorse for being forgetful. He slapped it again and again, till it was an angry shade of red. Then she felt his cock press, not against her pussy, but between the cheeks.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, too big," Elizabeth whined.

"Nonsense," Jordan responded. "You've taken a lot of dick back here." She felt his fingers probing her, lubricating her, stretching her.

"But you're the King Kong around here. Fuck ... so big," Elizabeth said.

"I could take exception to that," Jordan said, chuckling. "But I'll give you a break." He pushed the head of his cock into her.

"Oh fuck, that's not a break!" Elizabeth said, gripping the headboard hard.

"Now that ... is a matter of perspective," Jordan said.