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Justine We arrive back at the office in time for several more boring meetings. To my surprise, during a hiatus, I got a call. Answering, I hear Lola stammer pretending it’s a misdial, and hanging up. She sounded nervous; it was cute. I did hope she would call. I tell Damien to reverse-dial her, and he smirks at me. I can’t explain, and he doesn’t press. My next meeting begins the moment he steps out of the room. The minutes seem agonizingly long waiting for him. When he returned to me glum, I was saddened that I might have scared her off, which is the opposite of what I wanted to do. My mind’s torn the rest of the day, emotionally kicking myself for being stupid. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward at the diner. I can’t dwell as my dull afternoon continues to drag on. Damien is patient, even ordering our dinner, as usual. I end the last meeting when I smell the mouthwatering food, and everyone goes home happy to get off early. Being my firm, Damien and I are usually the last to
Lola-On the evening of Saturday, the 24th. I curl up on the sofa under a plush blanket to pass the time with a book until I have to make dinner. This story keeps taking me through a whirlwind of emotions. I blink through four chapters, and before I know it, it’s seven o’clock. At this rate, I might finish it before the weekend. There’s a soft knock as I fold the blanket placing it over the back of the couch. I opened the door to a smiling Nathan, and I didn’t expect it. He’s in better spirits than most days after getting off work, and I’m grateful. But I’m more impressed that he doesn’t reek that strongly of alcohol as he hugs me. “I missed you,” I say to gauge his reaction. “Me too, babe,” he says, getting comfortable. “Did you get your truck fixed?” I ask while hanging his things. “What are you talking about?” he asks, running a hand through his hair after removing his hat. “Last night, you broke down. It’s why you couldn’t come over,” I clarify. “Yep, it’s fixed, but enough
Lola It’s always hot and cold with this man. One minute I’m afraid of who’s walking through the door. Other times I get this mildly caring boyfriend that he should be. Nathan watches from the doorway while I peel out of my clothes getting into bed. He then strips and crawls next to me, as he likes being the big spoon. “Damn, babe, your ass fits perfectly against me. Not too tired, I hope,” he moans, squeezing my thigh with need. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I said bashfully. Turning to look over my shoulder, he kisses me. He smells of beer, but at least it isn’t too heavy. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and I don’t mind the taste as it is not too horrible tonight. “Want me to help put you to sleep,” he asks after pulling his lips away. Rubbing himself against me, his cock is getting stiff with pleasure. Even my nipples are hard, responding to his temptations. “That wakes me and puts you to sleep,” I tease. “But I need it. Come on, let’s have some fun,” N
Lola - On Sunday, the 25th In the morning, I sleepily head for the shower alone. The hot water hits my skin, waking my mind. I soak my hair, remembering last night’s sexcapade, and get gloomy again. My stomach drops to the floor, worrying about being pregnant. I hold back my anxiety, hearing the door open. “Morning,” Nathan says, entering the tub. “Sorry if I woke you,” I stammer to keep him from reading my mind. “I like waking up to you like this,” he says in my ear seductively. Nathan massages my shoulders and kisses me under the water. He then takes my soapy loofa and slowly washes my body. To my surprise, he keeps his bits to himself, only occasionally moaning. I know, in his way, he is trying to apologize, but I also know he’s hoping for morning lovemaking. Given how our more recent encounters went, I would prefer to wait until after this incident concludes to have sex again. He hands me the loofa breaking my thoughts. I accept it, returning the favor by scrubbing his body.
Lola Why get my hopes up? Last date night, Nathan made me cry at an expensive restaurant. They asked us to leave, and he got even more upset. Moody as usual and drunk, of course, taking it out on me. Sex that night wasn’t on the menu as we argued back home. He managed to convince me anyway, which was horrible. Shaking that too out of my mind, I chose my outfit for tomorrow. If I wear something nice, it will be a good night. Is it too much to ask for a dinner I don’t have to cook or have a date where he doesn’t get drunk? I take a bath to relax for once. I can’t remember the last time I had a long soak and read. It’s one of my favorite things, but I’m constantly interrupted or unable to do this peacefully. I finished an excellent steamy chapter and am now ready to unwind. I close my eyes, comforted by the heat; it feels good on my skin. I’m always tense these days, but what helps is self-stimulation. I grin, picturing my novel’s sexy main character, but it slowly morphs into a soft
Lola-On the morning of Monday, the 26th I woke up feeling recharged and ready for my anniversary date later. I’m even giddy, expecting today will be a good day. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself to make it happen. However, my positive affirmations are cut short by a shooting pain in my ear. My hair is tangled in the bandage, making it difficult to remove quickly. I see blood drops on my hand. I figure it’s best to do this in the bathroom and hop in the shower. The adhesive pulls away easier using soap. I’m able to wash up without any more complications. After getting dressed, I cleaned the wound properly and replaced the bandage. With that minor debacle over, I look over the contents of my fridge. I’m about to prepare something to eat when my phone rings at around nine. I make my way to the bedroom to see who’s calling. I drop my phone on accident, and it rings twice before I can pick it up. It’s Tobias, and I answer quickly, knowing he needs help at work. “Hey, Lola. Can y
Lola “Lola, you are so attentive,” she says as I pour her more water. “It’s what I do. I only hope I don’t cook for myself later,” internally scolding myself again. “Can I get you anything else, Miss Justine?” I ask, trying to recover more gracefully. “No, Lola. Thank you, but may I ask a question,” she asked softly. “Sure,” I’m happy she’s driving the conversation. “The other day, why did you hang up so quickly when you called?” Her look and tone are so sincere that it breaks me. “I’m sorry I was in shock. Plus, I was bothering you at work,” Justine looking so sad, has me stammering. “Then there was the guy who called back. I was so surprised,” I can’t stop my mouth from talking. “I’m sorry. I hope Damien didn’t scare you. I had the switchboard reverse dial you for him, and I hope you call again if you need a ride in the future,” she pauses for me to respond, but I can’t. That came out of nowhere. She’s so lovely, yet she barely knows me. “Lola, I don’t like the idea of you t
Justine-On the afternoon of Monday, the 26th Ever since lunch, it’s been one dull meeting after another. The tedium of the day is taking its toll on my nerves as I bite my lower lip. I want to rip my hair out when the current numbers session ends. I sigh in relief that my follicles are intact and exit the conference room for a quick breather. “When is your next meeting?” Damien asks, joining my side. “You probably know that better than I do,” I snark, walking the hall. I’m not upset with Damien; just on a mission. Hell, if I’m lucky, he will help. He would demand it if he knew my intentions. The thought has my lower lips moistening as I grin. “You’re welcome to join me for this next meeting. The discussion should be brief but satisfying,” I close with a wink. “As tempting as that is,” he rubs the small of my back lovingly, “I need to get on an international call myself.” “Then why are you teasing me?” I grit through a fake smile as people pass. Damien’s devilish grin is siniste
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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