My eyes widen in horror as I realize I'm not in control of my own body anymore. For a fleeting moment, I thought I'd regained some autonomy. But, instead, my skin ignites with a burning sensation. My body begins to warm up. And I feel an unwelcome, pleasurable sensation building between my thighs. My stomach flutters wildly as the heat builds, giving way to an intense wetness in my lady region. Desire and lust surge through me, threatening to consume my every thought. I groan, straining every fiber of my being to resist the voice's insidious commands. But with each passing minute, it becomes more difficult than the previous. And the urge to surrender continues to grow stronger. "No, no, no! This can't be happening, not here, not now!”, I recite in my head. I'm convinced Luca's behind this. What other explanation is there? I glance around, frantically searching for a way to break free from this unwanted, humiliating arousal. A chilling confirmation! I hastily adjust my u
A hint of amusement glints in his eyes as he traps me between his arms. His hands rest on the cubicle walls on either side of me. I feel tiny, fragile, and utterly vulnerable under his scrutiny. Our proximity is suffocating and our noses are almost touching. He leans in, his warm breath tickling my flushed skin. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I squirm in his grasp, attempting to break free. But he doesn’t budge. His gaze drifts downward, fixating on the plunging neckline of my top. From his vantage point, he has an unobstructed view of more than just my skin. I have no bra underneath the dress since it doesn’t require so. I glance up at Luca, my eyes pleading with him to reconsider his intentions. But as usual, he's driven solely by his own desires. He’s refused to be swayed by my silent protests. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. It’s just gentle distraction from what’s to come. His lips linger, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. Then,
My legs turn to jelly, and I slump backward. It suddenly feels like the whole world rests on my shoulders. Luca's quick reflexes kick in, and he catches me, his arms wrapping around me protectively. My heart flutters, captivated by his gentlemanly gestures. Luca’s lips brush against my sweaty forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. I cringe, almost tasting the saltiness from my sweat on my tastebuds although Luca’s the one who should be concerned. This new side of him is a complete opposite of the raging sex demon he is within. I think I’m becoming more familiar with the unexpected turn of events every time we fuck. And as I gaze into his eyes, I wonder if he enjoys it as much as I do. He seems satisfied with my “services”, but there’s something beyond satisfaction that he yearns. Makes me wonder if it’s truly possible. For a man of his kind, is it even possible for his heart to beat for someone like me? His eyes roam freely over my naked body, taking in the sight of my features
A shudder creeps up my spine as he utters those words. My body may be frozen in place but my emotions are on full display. Fear and shock flicker across my face, my eyes begging for mercy. Usually, I would be excited to see what he has in store for me when he says that I’ll be punished. However, nothing would’ve prepared me for this type of punishment. And on a night like this?! When a very important event is happening right outside the door?! My breathing escalates into frantic gasps, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession. My eyes widen in terror, panic written all over my face. My lips have lost their purpose in the moment. I couldn’t even utter a single word in protest. And that seems even more scary, if I haven’t realized it yet. But he disregards my noises of distress me and proceeds to push the vibrator inside. I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My insides stretch as my walls envelop the vibrator. Luca steps back, his gaze sweeping over m
I gaze out the car window as Zane zooms through the city. One hand resting on the steering wheel, his other hand plays with his plump lips. This would be the third time he’d let his professional facade slip off, giving way to a new side of him. I spare him a brief glance before turning my attention to the blurry view of the cityscape. He’d asked if I’d care for some music before the ride started. And I’d politely declined, requesting for silence instead. He’d agreed without a thought, saying that whatever pleases me, pleases him too. But seeing his head bobbing up and down to a random beat produced by his drumming fingers, I feel a tad bit guilty for denying his pleasure. But I’m a bit selfish for wanting to be in peaceful silence. For one, I have a vibrator in me. It’s like a ticking time bomb, waiting to detonate in any given moment. I’m worried. Scratch that, I’m terrified. Luca’s threats do not seem empty. And knowing him as a man of his words, there’s no doubt that he
I don’t expect him to go all out on the vibrator but he does. I don’t expect the vibration in me to go that high within seconds but it has. Seating right across Zane, I dare not shift to ease the burden pleasuring my insides. Luca watches me from his table, smug and satisfied. He likes the way my face hardens as the throbbing sensation within me increases. He likes the way my teeth nip at my bottom lip. Although he wishes to do that himself. I writhe, one eye twitching as the feeling becomes uncontrollable. A small tear peeps past my lash line, blurring anything and everything in my vision. I clutch the table, my knuckles turning white to prove how hard I held on for dear life. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough.. As pleasure supersedes any sense of control, erotic images begin flooding my mind. It doesn’t surprise me that the first person that comes to my head is Luca. It’s addictive how his lips morph perfectly with mine, blushed and crimson from my rough nibbli
Yep, he’s said it. He’s done it again. And that look of shock on her face saddens him. Suddenly, she isn’t aroused anymore, the sparkle of desire in her eyes lost as his words register in her mind. However, there’s a softness underlying her hard gaze, of mild confusion maybe. As if she feels the same way about him. It should be scary to him, he’s aware. That she’s giving him that same look of disapproval again. But the way she’s gazing up at him, with those wide, glassy eyes, swollen lips, has him so fucking obsessed. Obsessed in ways that he can’t even begin to explain. For the first time, Luca’s unable to think straight and make solid sense, and she doesn’t even care. She doesn’t care because she wants none of it. What they both share, should be strictly sexual. The relation between them is already a forbidden one since she’s married but he still wants more. He wants to be that guy to keep her up at night, to be on her mind every damn time that she won’t even have time
3RD PERSON’S POV There’s a little forest above Stella’s pink cunt, nothing to be worried about. If anything he thinks it’s cute. Earlier, he hadn’t got a closer look at it due to the urgency of the moment. He needed to so desperately put out his frustration of seeing you hanging out and happy with some other man. Not just any other man, Zane. But now that he had a chance to, he would take it and admire her beauty down there. Stella has a very fat pussy, to be honest. Luca feels the urge to slap it and watch the skin bounce. But that would render the moment a bit awkward for her and he doesn’t want out. His fingers outstretched, he rubs her clit in slow circular motion, his touch warm against the skin. Her eyes flutter close, mind hazy as pleasure begins its work in consuming her senses. Stella can feel her juices oozing out onto his fingers uncontrollably. Luca knows how to work his way to her arousal. His fingers even know better from their countless encounters. Thank
I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable kn
I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable knot woven in
“You shower first. I’ll try to see if I can get a separate room” Stella’s not easily swayed by his earlier mentioned excuse for why they’d have to share a room. In fact, she had caught his eye twitching once when her gaze refuses to leave his face, in suspicion. Could be mistaken, who knows? But it’s too obvious to be the fault of an unfocused vision. And well, hearing her say she’d find out by herself, kinda puts Luca in a tight spot. That would mean that she’d crack through his lie. Maybe even start making assumptions of her own. It’s bad for the efforts he’s making to get her to trust him. Oh, but what’s even bad is how easily his forehead creases, giving away his guilt. He’s done it so often, he would’ve developed wrinkles by now if he weren’t immortal. By the time his eyes force themselves to look up at her, Stella’s sharp
3RD PERSON’s POV “You’re late” Is the first thing Luca says once the door to the police car slams shut after the preying man from earlier. He looks out of the window, his face full of regret. But his eyes cackle with a fire that simmers underneath his dark orbs, an indication that he has no remorse for his shameful behavior and will attempt it, if not now, then later. “And I would’ve handled this a lot better than you did” Although his arms are crossed over his chest, a scowl painted on his handsome features, there’s the undeniable fact that he was concerned about Stella’s well being. Would make it his task to whisper a few words of gratitude to the lady behind the reception desk, for her quick thinking. And maybe even slip a few bucks into her palm when he goes for a handshake. Otherwise, the scene would’ve been bloody painful to look at. He didn’t like it when people tried messing with his.. His…mistress? Lover? Would he call it love? Well, he certainly knows that he
“Are you sure you two will be alright?”, I echo, glancing back at Sandy and Jamie as they stood by the doorway of our house, a sad smile on my face. Jamie yawns. His shoulders press against his ears, mouth stretching wider as the seconds past, the rest of his face scrunching up. It’s too early, yes, it’s obvious from the still dark sky, little dots staining the black blanket. Sandy, however, is still very much awake. Having helped me pack my bags late into the night through to the crack of dawn. This is it. Didn’t even take me long to pack my bags. I would’ve used it as an excuse to stay longer. The brown envelope, as I opened, held a first class plane ticket, and a hotel key card that I could only guess belongs to the hotel I will stay at in the new country. The driver waits impatiently, he’s been doing that for the past hour. Oh if eyes could kill, I would be six feet beneath the gro
“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The w
That day, when night turns up, I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep, plagued by Jamie’s unexpected marriage proposal. I tossed and turned in the sofa, blanket riding lower and almost falling, leaving me cold and exposed every damn time. Guilt and frustration smack me in all angles, making it hard for me to find any rest. Jamie’s sudden change in character calls for alarm. To say that I’m concerned is an understatement. His words are fucking etched into my mind, echoing for as long as my mind keeps wandering to that part of my thoughts. The genuine look in his eyes just make everything far from being okay. Breathing ragged, beads of sweat scattered on my forehead, I push myself up, sleep wearing away from my senses. I rub my tired face with both palms, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock. The ticking hands crawl slowly over the numbers, taunting me with the late hour. It's past 2 a.m., and exhaustion is creeping in, but my mind refuses to shut down. Sleep remains elu
I give him a quick glance, eyes narrowed and face twisted into one of the most disgusted looks I’ve ever had or ever given to anyone. “Just take me home already”, I mumble, hands crossed over my chest, the gesture a clear sign that I’m impatient and he needs to hurry up if he doesn’t want me flipping things over. Eyes boring holes into him, I dare him to make a comment, to smirk, to do anything that might push me over the edge. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of gloating over the intimate details of my dream, of seeing the vulnerability. The vulnerability that he's somehow managed to expose. It's a petty move, but I'm determined to match his nonchalant energy, which is slowly, insidiously getting under my skin. But he raises a brow, deciding to end the matter in silence before it brews into something else he wouldn’t want to entertain. I bite the inside of my cheeks, struggling to stifle a laugh as my gaze falls on Luca's ridiculous footwear. He's wearing over
My head would’ve almost snap from how hard it whips around, searching for the source of the voice. It’s deep, smooth, but has that just-awoken morning touch to it. At first, it’s not familiar to my senses. It doesn’t even occur to me how foreign my surroundings seem to be. The golden drapes hanging right above the bed, cascading down from either sides of the gigantic bed, might I add. As compared to my same old boring bedroom interior, this one has a few artworks hanging on the auburn walls. There’s a large floor-to-ceiling window to my left, auburn blinds covering the view and little bits of the the early morning light seeping through the little cracks. There’s a burgundy colored door by the window, that I suppose leads to a bathroom. To my right stands the man that was just in my dreams. The man I had done so many wrongful and sinful deeds with in just one fantasy book. It’s unbelievably hard to fathom how real his beauty is. Even as he leans against the doorframe