I did it again. Sorry for this brief interruption, but is anyone else hot?
Damien pulls my hair, bringing my face to his. This new feeling is exhilarating, and he follows it with a rough kiss. After biting my lip, he smirks at me with a devilish grin. He springs away, taking a hand to his cock and stroking it slowly. He isn’t fully erect, and I watch as he grows. Now I see why he added a third finger. Everything about this man puts anyone I’ve ever been with to shame and then some. I want to fondle myself but can’t and only moan, clenching my thighs together. I’m squirming in my skin; I can’t wait anymore. “Is this what you want, Lola?” Damien asks me while stroking himself. I nod, licking my lips, hungry with anticipation. I don’t usually give head, but I want to right now. No way I can take it all, but I’m sure he would appreciate the tease. “Words, Lola!” they say in unison, making me moan fuck to my thoughts. All the while, Damien’s teasing my clit, making me buck. Tempting me to say what’s on my mind. I finally break, with a look from Justine that
Justine - on the early morning of Saturday, the 1st Lola is beautiful in her moments of bliss with Damien. I want to join in many times but keep myself at bay with watching. If only to help with my voice guiding Lola to be a bratty goddess in bed. I’m enthralled that she knows how to play. She’s not shy with her wants once in the throws of passion. But she will need to use words more, and we can lovingly show her. The thought makes me excited as my hands roam. Lola’s body and mouth are magnificent, taking a cock like Damien’s. Her carnal energy pushes me more as she moves through the scene. Her stubborn nature is exhilarating as I know she’s showing off for me. Losing count of my orgasms, as I’m sure Lola did after the first few. Watching her, I must bite my breast when she comes that last time. Exquisitely primal and savage, her screams of ecstasy push me over the edge. But aftercare has become my favorite with Lola. She is so content as we bathe and dress her in silks. Plus, se
I’m giddy, and now I know it will be a miracle if I get any sleep. I know she likes to cook, and the vast kitchen will allow her to craft meals to her heart’s desire. I bury myself in bed and turn on my side so my face is mere inches from Lola’s. Her bruises are fading, but she still has a ways to go, mentally and physically. She can do that with us, away from anyone who brings her pain. Taking her hand in mine, I kiss her wrist. Simply holding her, I fall into slumber finally. Soon Lola’s sleepy whimper burrows into me. Damien pauses momentarily before straightening up, about to leave and get ready as usual. I stop him remembering my second thought from earlier. “I want to join training today,” I whisper to him. I quickly explained how I would like it to be a surprise. Damien is stunned, as I haven’t been on the mat in a while. But I know this is the right thing to do today. It’s all for Lola and serves as the perfect apology for everything. “Are you sure that’s wise?” he moans i
Lola - on the afternoon of Saturday, the 1st Beautiful images of passion and sex fill my dreams. Justine and Damien’s hands are all over my body, making me experience everything. But I wake up before I can do anything for them, which makes me sad. I needed inspiration for later. These sultry thoughts swell my lower lips, reminding me I’m sore from last night. That alone is enough to make me come, but again the pulse in my core makes that impossible. What that man did to me would make Mia so proud. By the end, I’m unsure how many orgasms I had, but it was enough as I’ve never had that many in one session. Turning onto my side, I’m shocked Justine isn’t awake and on her phone like usual. She looks gorgeous, sleeping next to me. I must wake her with a kiss. Taking my lips to hers, they are soft at first. Then she nibbles my lip deepening our embrace. Surprising me as I thought she was still sleeping. I can feel her need and mine pouring through this sweet moment. “Good morning, my
“I want to say thank you. I know why Justine is here, Damien. She’s punishing herself,” I say evenly. He doesn’t respond, and I know it’s true. They are the best to take care of me. They are doing it well too. I want to do something for them and hope they let me. Damien calls Markum over, and I tell him I want to conclude the session. He’s pleased with my progress, as I did better than he thought I would with this session, and hugs me warmly in comfort. Walking back, everyone is quiet while I lead the way to the suite. I politely ask Markum to join us for dinner with Gio later as I want to rest and get ready. He agrees and leaves happily, saying he’s proud of me. In the room, I turn to Justine and Damien. I kiss each very softly. They let me, and I feel invigorated to take the next step. I start dragging Justine to the bathroom. “I want to say I’m sorry. Will you let me?” I ask coyly. “What do you have in mind?” she asks. “I want to shower with you,” I say honestly while untying
Lola - on Sunday, the 2nd “No, Damien, I’ll wake her. You set the table, and don’t give me that look,” Gio says in a hushed tone. I wake up to playful arguing and know I’m safe. Still lying across Justine comfortably from last night. I keep my eyes closed, listening to the sweet banter. “Markum, get her clothes set up. No, not that, something cute and easy. Now, Justine, you lay like a goddess holding our beautiful strawberry,” Gio says sweetly. I feel him peppering kisses along my arm while Justine embraces me. Barely peeking my eyes, I see Damien’s setting up the table with a cocked brow. At the same time, Markum sets out my clothes with a happy grin. “I think Gio got our jobs wrong. You don’t know how to pick out your clothes. Let alone hers,” Damien protests to Markum. The sight makes me giggle while Gio’s beard tickles my arm working his way up. I feel him tucking hair behind my ear, whispering sweet words. “You can’t sleep through your last breakfast with me, Miss Lola. I
Justine continues the tour and tells me that the staff only comes in if I call for help with something. There is a housekeeper who comes in on Tuesday and Friday and a chef I can buzz up if I get hungry. That intrigues me. I would love to talk shop and get back into cooking. I’m eager to try after seeing everything in the kitchen. Learning new techniques and recipes will be a blast in that galley. Making our way to the bedrooms, my things are unpacked and hanging. I feel so spoiled seeing my clothes next to Justine’s. My shoes are on the same turn table. It’s like a dream. “Lola, tomorrow I have to go into the office. But Damien will be staying to keep you company,” she says while I change for bed. “I’m sure he has work to do. I should be fine on my own,” I offer not to be a burden. “Damien won’t like the idea of you being alone,” she says pointedly. “No, I don’t like that at all,” his voice rings from the hallway. Turning, I see Damien crossing his arms over his massive chest,
Nathan - on the early morning of Friday, the 1st Finally sober, I call Lola, and of course, she doesn't answer. Bitch is making me angry; it's been two days, and she hasn't come to her senses. How much longer is this going to take? Fuck, she's racking up another sound beating. I will get fired if I don't get ready for work today. Having to take a day off due to Lola's freak-out has made this job take longer than it should. Trying to track her down got me nowhere, but I left her a surprise to clean up when she got home. Thankfully, the day ends with a bang, plowing into Brandy alongside Daniel. This slut loves taking us both. But the more I indulge, the more I need Lola. Her pussy would be so much better. The weekend is much the same as I drink, fuck, and calling Lola constantly. When I get nowhere, I pound out my aggression with random girls that Daniel finds for us. But Lola never leaves my mind as my dick is rightfully sucked and fucked. Early Morning of Monday, the 3rd Waking
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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