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Justine - Early Morning of Thursday the 29th It’s almost one o’clock as I look at Lola, brushing some hair from her face. Today was traumatic for her, and I want to wipe it away with another kiss. She seems at peace, finally resting. I don’t want to wake her, either. I’m only restless and can never sleep after a stressful day like this. Rather than moping, I pick up my phone to text Damien. He responds, but the ding startles Lola. I silence the notifications quickly. She settles, and I’m able to continue my response. Damien - I sent you an email containing all her info. Me - Perfect, I can’t sleep and need something to do. Damien - I would offer to help, but I know your answer. Me - Not tonight. Lola is more important. Damien - I agree Just as I receive another message, Lola starts twitching in my arms. She’s whimpering lightly and obviously dreaming. Shifting violently, she knocks my phone to the bed and bellows, “Get out, Nathan!” I drop my arms, as my ears are ringing, but
Lola - on the morning of Thursday, the 29th I woke in the morning to find Justine holding me, typing away on the phone. It’s a glorious feeling to be in her arms. Thinking about yesterday, I still can’t believe what happened. It’s over with Nathan. I broke up with him, and he beat me worse than ever. His cheating is furthest from my mind because of all the bruises. Now, I’m shamefully hiding away from him and the world. However, like the mysterious heroes they are, Justine and Damien saved me last night. They didn’t press or make me feel like this was my fault. All I know is that I don’t feel as broken after being with them yesterday. A ding from Justine’s phone brings me back to her warm embrace. She’s texting frantically and doesn’t notice I’m awake. I kiss and nuzzle her neck, trailing my nose in her skin. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” Justine asks while pushing my hair back. “Yes, and thank you for keeping me warm,” I say sheepishly. But I don’t feel my othe
My need for her is peeking as I trail my hands along her body. But she glides it away from her breast, keeping me from pleasing her. “I can say thank you with more than just kisses if you let me,” I tempt, pawing at her. “Lola, please slow down,” Justine moans, flipping us easily. “If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask,” I playfully bite at her neck. She growls contentedly, squeezing me tight. I can feel how much she wants me in the embrace, but she’s holding back. “Not yet, but soon I promise. Be a little more patient Lola.” “But why?” I ask, simply shocked. “Because It would be best if you healed first,” she says lovingly with a kiss on my cheek, “and I want it to be special with you,” she confesses. With more soft kisses, I get lost in her tease of affection. But suddenly, the phone rings strangely, ending our sultry debate. “Fuck me!” she bellows but not at me. Justine scrambles to sit up, pulling me with her. She grabs her phone and silences the video conf
Lola - On the afternoon of Thursday, the 29th I feel so embarrassed retching in the toilet with the door open. But moments later, Justine and Damien join me in the bathroom. I don’t want them here, but I know they wish to help, and I let them. Justine rubs my back as I spit up bile. After a minute of dry heaving—Damien is ready with water and a towel. I take the glass, gargling at the sink. Justine grabs the towel, wetting it, and wipes my face of sweat. It’s refreshing, but I feel dreadful. Damien takes the liberty of preparing my toothbrush, and I gladly scrub my teeth too. I rinse my mouth thoroughly before adding more water to my face. Again Justine gently pats me dry. “Can we do anything else for you?” she asks with a kiss on my forehead. Her question burns my ears. I need to know if all this is stress or something else. That stupid after pill may not have worked. And my cycle isn’t due for two more weeks yet. “I need a pregnancy test,” I said softly. Justine nods to Damien
“Miss Lola, the guards, and police are being dispatched. Stay calm,” Are you still in danger?” she asks, pausing for me to respond. I want to cry but hold firm for those watching. Damien takes my phone and says a code to clear the alarm. We then set my passcodes, one for all clear and the other for danger. I’m in shock but smile tightly. “Miss Lola, do you need a break or some water?” Markum asks tenderly to my look. “No, I’m fine. Please continue,” I say evenly and straighten up, regaining my composure. Next, he shows me how to use the mace. It’s easy but oddly shaped for quick action—opening, closing, and spraying. “Boss-man, if you would,” Markum motions to the safety table. The cute nickname makes me smile as Damien gets ready in a helmet with a full shield and goggles underneath. He adds a strap around his neck to secure it all. Looking odd, but he stands ready, and I know where this is going. “Can’t I practice on that instead?” I ask, pointing to the dummy. “Not for this
Lola - on the evening of Thursday the 29th I tuck away my journal into the nightstand, turning around in the bed. I feel nervous as Justine finishes braiding my hair. She looks beautiful sitting before me, and I long to kiss her. “Do you want to lie down?” she asks, playing with the ends of my hair. “No, not yet,” I say bashfully back to her. Feeling bold, I make the first move, pushing her to the mattress. Kissing her, I unbutton her top. She lightly blushes at me and kisses my lips tenderly. I inhale sharply when I see her lacy bra, amazed this is finally happening. “Are you sure, Lola?” she whispers. “Yes, I’m sure. I have wanted you since our first dinner.” “I’ve felt the same, but maybe we should sto-” I cut her off quickly. “I don’t want to stop,” I kiss her through each word. Like magic, Justine loosens my braid and curls her fingers in my hair, kissing me deeply. It’s blissful as she rolls us on the bed with her on top. But I don’t let her part from me, fearing she wil
Damien- on the early morning of Friday, the 30th Watching Lola sleep, she looks beautiful, snuggled in close to Justine. She even has the cutest little snore resting peacefully between us. Today was emotionally taxing for her, and then, of course, Justine had to put her to bed properly. “I don’t think either of us expected that,” I say softly to Justine. “No, I sure didn’t. But I wished Lola kept her eyes closed,” Justine whispers while biting her lip. “Is it so bad she didn’t?” I ask honestly. “No, it’s not, but I also don’t want this to be about sex. I want Lola in every way. So maybe no more till she begs for it,” Justine says, trailing her hands down her body. “Then why didn’t you use a toy?” I ask devilishly, knowing I’m her real one. “I could have, but you know those only frustrate me more,” she admits while rubbing herself. Justine is trying to be good, so to speak. Otherwise, she would’ve sixty-nined Lola last night while I pounded her without a care. Especially if Lola
Lola - on the morning of Friday, the 30th It’s Friday morning; we have only been here since Wednesday night. A lot has happened in these last few days. I’m even healing well from the breakup, both emotionally and physically. I’m cleaning up and changing when I notice Justine is on the phone. I try to be quiet while she talks about business. She sounds professional and no-nonsense about her investments. But Justine also looks flustered, so I give her a peck on the forehead, and she smiles, pulling me to her. She kisses me softly through her call, making me feel special. Gio’s entertaining other guests and is away for breakfast. No doubt working like Justine, and I understand. Markum still joins us to go over my training schedule today. It sounds more rigorous than yesterday, but I’m anxiously ready. Because of what Damien told me, I questioned Markum more about his specialty and how it all started for him. He tells me a sad story about his sister and how she almost didn’t make it o
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Now that my dress is in a crumpled heap at my feet, Justine’s hands graze every inch of my exposed flesh taking off my bra and underwear. She electrifies her touch with light scratches and nibbles. The sensation makes me purr wildly. “It’s my turn to get you naked,” I grin and attack her with my hands and mouth. I unzip Justine’s dress working it off her shoulders. When I kiss her skin, it ripples with bumps, and the garment falls to the floor. She’s wearing matching black lace lingerie, but I can’t be bothered to appreciate it. On a mission, I reach between Justine’s supple mounds, undoing the single clasp and freeing her perfect breast. She discards the lace as I drive my mouth to her pink nipple. I flick it with my tongue, making her moan. I bite my way across Justine’s chest while working my hands into her waistband, slowly inching her underwear off. She grunts my name when they hit the floor. I step back to admire Justine’s beauty, and we stare at each other’s nakedness. Soon
Lola - on the evening of Monday, the 31st Nervously watching out the window, Justine shows up shortly after the police leave. Damien talks with a Guard I haven’t met yet, while she makes her way to me in the office. She bursts into the office to find me. “Lola, sweetheart, are you all right?” she takes my face in her warm hands. “Yes, I’m fine. Can we go?” I ask sheepishly, looking away from her. I feel embarrassed that this was my first day back, and it was a mess—no doubt they won’t let me work again. I’m sure it will make Justine and Damien happy when I agree that this was a mistake. “Of course, Lola, let’s take you home,” Justine says with a kiss on my cheek. “Wow, home. I haven’t been there in a while,” I whisper, hoping she doesn’t overhear. Justine’s wide smile confirms she did, and she pecks me again. She has been taking such good care of me that I forgot about my apartment. There isn’t much there, but it is my home. Everything I am sits inside those walls, but my heart
Lola - On the morning of Monday the 31st In the morning, I’m woken up by Justine trying to convince me not to go to work. Her mouth is latched onto a nipple while she stimulates my clit with her fingers. Purring through the ecstasy, I plead for mercy. Damien is no help, instead demanding I stay still while Justine negotiates. She is talented in her argument, bringing up good points with her tongue. She even consults with Damien to hammer out the final bargain. “It’s time for payback,” I moan through an orgasm. “Does that mean you are staying home?” she asks through kisses. “No, but you can try and persuade me again,” biting into her breast. After our exhausting bedroom tussle, I take a solo shower to prepare for the day. Justine and Damien don’t like the idea but are letting me go back to work. I haven’t had to do anything for over a month and need some normalcy to my routine. When I get out, I find my work uniform laundered and ready for me on the bed. I gasped, seeing it so re
Lola - on Sunday the 30th These three weeks at the Villa have been fantastic despite the reason for being here. Gio even let me cook last night. I had to be extra convincing, though, reminding him he let Damien cook. “So a Guard gets to defile your kitchen, but I can’t?” I pout, being sarcastic. “You, Miss Lola, are asking for it,” Gio shakes his head. “Yes, I am. I’m asking to cook.” Grinning, Gio smacked my behind for being a brat. But I won in the end. I made Carne Guisada meat pies with charro beans, rice, and bacon-wrapped chorizo-stuffed jalapenos. And a Flan for dessert. I am famous for this meal, and Gio listened intently while I shared my recipe. I even showed him a technique for not using toothpicks on the bacon. I’m sure he knows how to do this himself but still humored me, even taking notes. “This looks like an excellent comfort food addition to my menu.” “Your Welcome, Gio,” I wink, “And thanks for letting me cook,” I say, nibbling on a jalapeno popper. Everyone e
Lola gets a smack to her ass from Damien, making her squeal. She moves away after another light kiss, and I straighten myself. “I said no touching, Lola,” Damien’s shaking his head, holding out the chopsticks again. “To be fair, sir, I couldn’t resist and can’t say it won’t happen again,” she teases, earning her another smack. “I will tie you to the chair and feed you myself if you do it again,” he promises her with a kiss. The room giggles at her crimson blush. Starring at me, I know she wants to misbehave just to get the lovely torture. I slowly shook my head no at her. She pouts, sitting down, taking the chopsticks, and eating another piece from my thigh. “If I have to behave, then so do all of you,” she says, pointing to each of them. “Anything for you, Lola,” Gio responds before Markum and Damien can protest. She smiles, wiggling in her chair. Damien’s devilish grin has me giddy lying here. Hovering over me, he scoops up a piece of sashimi, saying it’s delicious. Markum and
Justine - On Saturday the 22nd Another week passes with Damien being a slave to us. Not once has he faltered, showering us in his comforting embrace. No more sulking as he watches us sleep, and he doesn’t leave in the early morning. Lola’s better now for it, no longer having nightmares or panic attacks. She hasn’t needed a sedative since her stand on the matter. Her bruises are fading but can still be covered with make-up or scarves. Damien removes them every chance he gets to kiss her nape apologetically. I think it’s the only reason Lola wears them. And Damien falls for it every time. I love him more now that I see his relationship with Lola. Damien’s perfect for her; she loves him too. Even if she hasn’t said it, I see it. We have that in common. Regardless of how we handle emotional stress. Lola is resuming her training and insisting that Markum and Damien help her. I’m so proud. I have joined in on occasion, but not today. It’s firearms training, and she needs no distraction
They haven’t noticed me, making my mind flutter. I want them both and need to set the pace. Grabbing my ointment, I skipped to Justine with a smile. She applies it softly to my sore spots, kissing me after application. She’s happier now than she has been all week. This is how it’s supposed to be. Glancing at Damien, he’s watching us with a cheerful grin. “Do you like my pj’s?” I ask him while wiggling my hips. Damien’s smile widens; I know he does. He picked them out after all, and he’s perked up below, making me grin when he replies, kissing my forehead. “Yes, Lola, you look beautiful.” “You do, my love. Are you ready for bed?” Justine asks, kissing my shoulders. “As long as we are all in it, then yes,” I say while looking at Damien, and he nods. “May I tuck you in?” he asks with another kiss on my hand. “Yes, sir,” I bashfully grin at his tempting look. He growls, scooping me up and placing me under the covers tenderly. He does the same for Justine and then fluffs the comfor
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D