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Lola - on the evening of Thursday, the 6th Today has been different. I love that Damien cooked breakfast and buttered me up with shortbread cookies. However, his sweet actions came with a challenge or torture for today. I never thought I’d try anal like this, but you must start somewhere. Justine is very gentle, helping me adjust to the toy. It feels nice, though; the plug isn’t too big or uncomfortable, about the size of two fingers. The vibrations are a different story altogether. I’m not complaining; Damien is generous with the pulses and rest breaks. However, he’s driving me crazy as I haven’t been able to fully orgasm, only edge. When Justine kisses me, I want to melt every time. I’m able to peek but not with any length of pleasure because of Damien’s control. It’s frustrating, and he’s paying for this later, but I must figure out how. Then I’ll give him my gift. I could buy it without him noticing, too, as he isn’t far and occasionally watches for our reactions. Justine pul
Mia and I work tirelessly to try on different dresses. Some don’t even make it on before she veto’s them. Like a doll, I twirl and curtsy to her demands happily. “I miss you, Lo’. We seriously need a girl’s night-in soon,” Mia hounds while we shop some more. “I bet if I ask Justine, she’ll say yes for tonight,” playfully wiggling my brows. “You’re on, but what do I get,” she says, eyeing Damien while we talk. “I’ll let you sit next to him at dinner,” I offer, and she agrees. We found the perfect dress for me, a clamshell bag, and shoes. Even the accessories, but we quibble over the necklace. Justine, of course, buys both, making Mia extremely happy. I know she approves even if she won’t say it yet. “Apparently, my boss is instant I go to lunch with you,” Mia says, baffled after Justine pays. “Then let’s eat,” I say, hooking my arm in hers and leaving the boutique. Over lunch, I get buzzed plenty through fits of giggles with Mia. She even coyly tells me the total my girlfriend p
Nathan - on the morning of Friday, the 7th It’s been over a week, and Lola’s still not back home or returning my calls. Daniel says it’s over, but I won’t accept that. I won’t just give up on my girl; she needs a break. Lola is reading my texts which shows me she’s still interested. But she doesn’t reply, aggravating me, and will pay for it later. I’ll make sure of it. We’ve been on a new job for the past few days. It helps to keep my body occupied physically, but my mind is still on her and not this grind. I’m at work for only a few hours when a new foreman relieves me. Saying I need to head to the home office for a meeting. Strange, but I go after a quick beer break with Daniel. I drink another on my way to the office. I parked outside the building, and one of the empty bottles fell to the ground. I throw it back into the truck and slam the door before entering. Several men from crews I worked with before are lounging around as I enter the room—a few look as if they are waiting
“How about we cheer you up by going to a club,” Brandy comes out of the shower again, wearing a towel, “I can get us in for free,” she flashes us her exquisite assets. “But I’m not in the mood for that,” I say, pawing at her ass. “No, this is the perfect idea. Come on, man. I’ll pay for drinks,” Daniel offers. Somehow they manage to convince me, and we’ve been in line for over an hour. This adds to my already aggravated state. At least Brandy’s rubbing my cock while we wait. I still don’t want to be here; I want to get drunk and fuck. “This is taking forever. Let’s leave,” I say when the line moves a few inches forward. “No! This outfit is too hot not to show off,” Brandy whines. Brandy is wearing a tight little black dress; her tits bounce with each move she makes. The bottom of it only barely covers her pussy and ass. She leans in closer, tempting me with her body. “We can have sex on the dance floor. Nobody will notice,” she moans in my ear. The idea intrigues me, but I don’
Lola - on the afternoon of Friday the 7th “Wake up, my sweet Lola,” Justine’s voice breaks through my sleepy haze. My eyes flutter open to the softest kisses from Justine. She just finished her international calls and insists we watch the sunrise. I’ve never done that before and have no plans to say no. The vibrant orange and pink colors in the sky make for a delightful view along with the sea of buildings. Damien even has breakfast ready, handing me a mug of hot chocolate with a kiss. We ate fresh biscuits with sausage gravy on the second-floor balcony overlooking downtown. It’s spectacular, being forty stories up. The breathtaking view, with the added cuddling, is sublime for planning the rest of the day. “Lola, do you want to lay back down?” Damien asks me after I yawn. “No, not yet,” I say, cuddling him closer. His kiss on my temple helps to remind me of the gifts I got them. Butterflies bloom in my stomach, getting so excited to share my surprise. I bound up and scurried in
The lights dim and flicker again when he approaches my neck, but Justine isn’t back yet. That makes me pout through his advances. I start to get up, but Damien distracts me with his touch. Not that I mind. However, I wish Justine were here too. “Justine's going to miss it. Where is she?” I ask, looking around, “We should go find her,” I say upon parting lips. “No, Lola, just watch,” he says with another kiss on my lips. Damien gently turns my face to the stage, kissing my neck and shoulders. Only one dancer comes out this time, her back is to us, but she looks over her shoulder. Her face is covered with a half veil, but I recognized those eyes. Justine’s dressed like a sexy belly dancer, and a lot of her skin is showing. But what’s covered is in a sheer blue gypsy outfit with silver accents. The colors make her pale skin glow. “Oh my god, it’s Justine,” I gasp, grabbing his thigh. Damien moans holding me closer to him as I try to get up. I’m squirming, trying to get away, but he
Lola - on the Late Evening of Friday the 7th “Where the fuck have you been, Lola?” Nathan stutters reeking of booze. I’m stunned. I didn’t think I would see him so soon. I haven’t missed his treatment or possessive behavior as he swings me around to face him. “That’s none of your fucking business, Nathan. We broke up, remember!” I move out of Nathan’s hold, under his arm like I was taught. But I was stupid and went in the wrong direction. Now I’m trapped between him and the stalls. I stare at Nathan, terrified of what he will do next. His nostrils are flaring, and the other fist flexes open and closed. “I’m talking to you,” Nathan’s hand comes up, blocking my path. “Leave me alone,” I demand, trying to push past him. “I don’t fucking think so, Lola,” Nathan snaps, He pushes me up against the nearest wall with a hard thud. My vision flashes, and there’s a ringing in my ears as he smacks me. I’m now pinned between him and the cold concrete, frozen stiff with fear as blood rushes
The cop car Nathan’s in isn’t far away, and he’s glaring at me. The look sends cold chills down my back as Damien helps me out of the ambulance. I pull him closer to feel safe, and the cruiser pulls away with Nathan, watching me kiss my savior. “Thank you, Damien, for saving me again,” I say as we hug. I never want to let him go, but he’s too quiet and stiff as Justine kisses me in his arms. She fawns over me tenderly, getting into the SUV. They are both acting overly protective and soft toward me. “My beautiful Lola, I love you, and I’m so sorry,” Justine cries while holding me. “I love you too, and there’s nothing for you to be sorry for. Nathan did this,” I say, with my voice grating and feeling like gravel. “Okay, no more talking till we get you to the doctor,” Justine says sternly. “What doctor?” I whisper, yet my voice cracks. “Lola, I love you, but shush now,” she says tenderly. Justine presses a finger to my lips to silence me. She shakes her head no more. I kiss her f
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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