"Sara's point of view,""Stay away from me." Feeling a heavy weight on my abdomen, I opened my eyes in panic. He was soundly dozing off, leaning one leg over my abdomen and resting his head on my breast. His innocent, sleeping visage gives no clue that he is a sex monster. I never thought that someone could treat me so cruelly for sex, even in my worst dreams, like the way he abused me last night. What does he think of himself? Did he think he could own me merely with the power of his wealth? I was having trouble breathing in the jacuzzi when he dove me into the frigid water. It appeared as though he had transformed into an amoral monster, oblivious to the plight of his fellow humans. I persisted in battling with him to let go, but he ignored me. My small vaginal opening suddenly became his entire world. He completely forgot that to fulfill his passion, he was tormenting not only my entire body but also my soul. I attempted to push him away, but he gripped my palm tightly, pre
"Aron's point of view,""Where are you heading, Miss Grace? You can not leave this room until you have completely recovered."To prevent her from leaving the room, I ran after her. I don't understand why she became so furious with me. What did I do wrong with her? Why would she bring up our contract conditions when I never brought them up after our wedding? I was mistaken when I assumed she had signed the contract quickly without reading the details. She not only attentively read the document, but she also memorized the conditions stated within. She was correct—I married her purely out of desire, and I'm not sure why, but I can't help but feel drawn to her. In her presence, I feel comfortable. I thought her heartbeat was the most beautiful music I had ever heard when I laid my head on her breast. My curiosity about the inspiration for her novels grew the moment I watched her write the chapters for them. I've never been so intrigued by someone in my life, but this woman's every d
"Sara's point of view,""Your pussy grows even tighter in sickness, Miss Grace."He spoke to me in a hushed, alluring tone. His attention was once more diverted from my sobs, as he was preoccupied with fucking me. Why am I crying over my fate when I am the only one who chose this life for myself? I imagined myself as a prostitute whose sole purpose is to fulfill the desires of her clients. The only thing that separates me from professional prostitutes is that, according to our agreement, I have to satisfy a billionaire CEO, Mr. Aaron Finge, several times in a single day, whereas they have to satisfy multiple clients in a single day. He merely got married to me to satisfy his lust. I have no choice but to indulge his lust by submerging myself beneath him like a lifeless body. Aron Finge treated my body with the same lack of kindness and affection that the customer did for those prostitutes. How come he doesn't realize that I have emotions, too? I'm not a sex machine. He would alway
"Aron's point of view,""Are you serious, Aron? Are you hoping that I will kiss your dick?" She gave me a perplexed expression. "Yes, why are you staring at me with such wonder? You didn't have to give me your one kidney."She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and I could not help but smile. "No, I can't do this."She shook her head. I want to feel her soft lips on my dick because my junior gets so excited when she touches it, but it seems like she isn't interested in touching it based on the way she stares at it. She felt the vibrations and took her hand off my dick instantly. Why didn't she just go for my dick by herself? I seized her hand and pressed it against my genitalia after my junior was aroused and refused to release her touch. When I gripped her hand firmly, she nuzzled my member. I experienced an odd sense of fulfillment when she touched my dick. My dick and body did not vibrate easily; they did so only when I was extremely excited. But why does my dick find Sara
"Sara's point of view,""What are you doing in the restroom for such a long time, Miss Grace?" He knocked on the bathroom door. Due to my vomiting, I was unable to respond to him. After all, it is entirely my fault that I need to ask him to teach me about blow jobs. For some reason, I started talking to him as if he were my best friend, even though I wanted to shout at him and be angry at my fate for ending up in this loveless marriage. It's very interesting to talk to him about sex. Since no one had ever explained anything about sex to me as creatively as he had, I believe he completed his master's degree in sex education. In my writings, I've always made an effort to create incredibly realistic characters and events so that readers can easily relate to my main characters. I'd love to try writing about blow jobs in my chapters, as I have never done it before. On the condition that I consented to give him a blow job, he offered to teach me how to do it. I have no choice but to a
"Aron's point of view,"The sight of her stunning beauty greeted me the following morning when I woke up. How soundly she is dozing off! My junior is eager to reacquaint herself with the sensation of her tight pussy, but I avoided disturbing her sound sleep by quietly emerging from her bed. As I stood under the shower, a smile crept onto my lips as I recalled her amusing remarks from last night. She is a very humorous woman. Her sexual humor is hilarious. I've never seen such a humorous woman in my life. I've had a lot of sexual relationships in the past, but the women were never concerned about my tasteless fluids because they were too preoccupied with gratifying their lust. My junior was eager to feel her tongue, but after observing her condition, I restrained myself. I've never been able to restrain my desires, so I'm not sure why I'm worried about Sara. Maybe it's because my junior is so dependent on her pussy that I don't want to go against her will, but when she refused to c
"Sara's point of view,""I think those clothes will be perfect for you, Miss Grace."He was laughing over the phone. How could he possibly give me this type of dress? Does he see a bear in me? I took a deep breath out to try to calm down, but when I saw the bear dress in front of me, I lost control of my rage. What does he think of himself? "Alright, I got you another package with a different dress in it, so if you're not satisfied with this one, you can just look at the other one." To find out what was inside the second box, I opened it. "Aron, how dare you?" I peered at the panty and red-laced bra. My face heated as I imagined myself in seductive lingerie. Looking back on the time when his piercing stare made my stomach turn with nerves. "So, Miss Grace, do you like this dress, haha?" As if he were watching me from concealed cameras, I covered my face with my palm to conceal the flush that came with seeing that lingerie. "Shy woman." He grinned over the phone. "Aron, I don
"Aron's point of view,"Oh, this woman. I'm not sure what spell she cast on me that I can't break free from her thoughts. I have no idea how much time I spent conversing with her. Our phone conversation entertained me so much that I completely forgot I was in my office and had work to do. I checked the duration of the call by looking at my phone. Oh my god, I spoke with her for three hours. How could this even be possible? I haven't talked to anyone over the phone for a long time. For a whole three hours, I skipped out on any kind of business meeting. A grin appeared on my face as I recalled our talk. Every time I broached the topic of sex with her, she always responded with a shocked expression. Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me. No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond