"Aron's point of view,""Miss Grace, I promise you won't be disappointed if you give me a chance." I trailed behind her to carry on our conversation. "Aron, go put on your pants first. After that, we can talk about it." She averted her gaze from my thighs. "What's causing your blush? You have already seen my body; in fact, you felt every inch of it." To get a better look at her face and have a conversation with her, I turned around. "Aron, go cover your gigantic dick; it's so big that your underpants can't cover it.What's your problem in wearing pants?" She tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see my dick. This woman is truly insane. Wait, did she say my junior is big? Oh, it means she loved my junior, since women want large dicks. "Do you mean to say that you like my enormous dick, Miss Grace?"To allow my junior to touch her thighs, I kneeled in front of her. "No, Mr. Finge, absolutely not. I didn't enjoy your big dick; in fact, your brief is so little that it doesn't
"Sara's point of view,""Miss Grace, I want a fresh chapter in my email within an hour."When he exited the room, I mimicked him. "Huh? What does he think of me? Am I Ginnie, who simply swipes a pen across the paper to write a chapter? He already knows that I'm exhausted, so how could he set me a deadline? To write an imaginative chapter, my mind needs to generate new ideas. His hard fucking exacerbated the pain in my body, which was already quite exhausting because of my fever. To write a new chapter, I logged onto his laptop as a guest once I finished eating my noodles. I had trouble focusing on my writing because my mind was racing with so many things. To concentrate on my work, I need coffee and splendid music. I rose from the couch and left the room. "Have you completed your chapter, Miss Grace?" As I was going into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, his voice abruptly halted me. Did he also have eyes on his back? With his headphones in, how did he see that I was a
"Aron's point of view,""You are fantastic, Miss Grace. I've never felt this degree of satisfaction from any other woman. You possess magic."As soon as my junior was able to sate its appetite, I let her go so she could tell me about our jacuzzi experience. But instead of paying attention to me, she sat idle, resting her head on the corner of the jacuzzi. What's the matter with her? How come she couldn't act like a normal woman? The police wouldn't take her into custody if she demonstrated her happiness and contentment with my junior. I felt irritated every time she ignored me after our intercourse. I had never paid attention to women's post-sex expressions and reactions before, but for some reason, I took note of every detail about her. Everything about her captures my attention: how she talks, how she walks, when she gets angry when she smiles, and what she likes and dislikes. Wait, what did I say about her smile? Yes, of course you did. My subconscious responded.However, sh
"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 POV "Jerry?" I gave her a confused look. "Yes, she is Jerry's reincarnation." She nodded when she saw me. I agreed to give my daughter the name Jerry. I never thought hearing her pregnancy news would fill her with excitement. I thanked God for bringing her life to a normal pace since I couldn't afford to lose her. While we all mourned Jerry's passing, Jerry’s loss deeply affected her. My parents were overjoyed to see their little angel. I am grateful that Sara chose not to abort this child and instead allowed all of us to embrace this beautiful little angel. I have never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. I used to touch women to sate my hunger, but once I embraced my daughter, I realized that women are far more valuable to men than lust. Becoming a father filled me with a sense of responsibility, dedication, and respect for Sara even more. Even a month after my wife's delivery, I took care of her everyday requirements and restrained my need to touch her delicate
Sara POV "What have you just said?" I gave him a startled look. "Sara, I am sorry; please don't be angry. I'm not sure how or when, but trust me—it's not a mistake on my part." He nervously twiddles his fingers. "Tell me what you just said, Aaron." I asked him to repeat it. "You're expecting a child, Sara." He showed me the test results. "Is it true?" I raised my brow at him. "Yes." He gave a nod. "Thank you, God; I knew it; you can not stay away from me for a long time. She is coming, Aaron, just like she promised us before she passed away." I hugged him happily. He was surprised by my response when he learned I was pregnant. The void she left in my life was gnawing at me, so I pleaded to God day and night to get Jerry back. She took my death, so I drowned in guilt every day. Since her passing, I've spent the past few months locked up in my room, feeling completely cut off from everything. I spent my hours looking at the oak trees. I was amazed at this tree's rapid growth in
Aron POV "Jerry, open your eyes." After hitting Uncle Joe with a stone until he stopped breathing, I went back to Jerry. Uncle Joe stabbed a sharp piece of wood through her breast. She was struggling to breathe with her eyes closed. Jerry's blood stains Sara's white towel. Uncle Joe's blood is everywhere on my face. "You did a great job killing this monster, Aron." She was having trouble breathing. "Jerry, you will be all right." Sara looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "We've got to take her to the doctor." Sara asked me to take Jerry to the hospital. "You are right."Jerry asked me to stay here with her, holding my hand as I attempted to get up to go to the hospital. "Aaron, don't waste time. I have very little time, and I want to spend my last time with you." She attempted to communicate through her heavy breathing. "Sara, please sit here with me." She looked at Sara with tear-filled eyes. "I am sorry, Sara; please forgive me. You've had to endure all of this because of m
Sara POV His repulsive touch makes me sick to my stomach. I can't get out of here, even though I want to shove him away. I closed my eyes to surrender in front of my fate. He kissed me so hard that my lips swelled. My tears stopped flowing from my eyes. My body went numb, and I no longer felt the sensation of his hand moving. He forced me to lick his finger before inserting it into my vagina. He took hold of my hair and made me open my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. "Doll, don't glare at me; lick my finger." His eyes stared at my face with lust. My heart is filled with anger for him. I needed to open my mouth to lick his finger as he pulled my hair so tightly. He was moving his finger in and out of my mouth. I used all my effort to bite him, pressing his finger under my teeth. "You witch… I can't believe you bit my finger." He slapped me in the face. His strong slap on my face left my ear numb. "I thought to play with your body a little bit before fucking you, bu
Aron POV "Where are you, Sara?" I searched the entire house, but I could not locate her. I noticed the kitchenware scattered over the floor when I tried to prepare her for some herbal tea to help with her fever. I completely forgot to close the windows before rushing out the door to fetch the ingredients for the herbal tea. If I knew there would be a severe storm today, I would have taken extra precautions to lock all the windows. After making herbal tea, I walked into her room to wake her but was surprised to find her not in bed. "Where could she go now?" I looked all over the terrace, the garden, and the restroom for her, but I couldn't find her. Where can she go when she's so feeble, especially during such inclement weather? Now I'm concerned about her. Suddenly, my heart feels so heavy. I feel like something bad will happen. I heard a knocking sound on the door, so I ran towards the hall in hopes of finding Sara there, but I was surprised to see Jerry standing in front of me.
Sara POV "Aaron, I need water." My throat dried up, and my lips trembled for water. I tried to open my eyes, but thick stones covered my eyelids. My entire body hurts. All of my bones feel broken. My head is really heavy. I feel as though someone has placed my body on a frozen surface. My body feels so cold. "I need water."When I didn't hear a sound, I tried to move my hand to get the water mug from my side table. I didn't find a water mug on the side table, so I hardly opened my eyes. "Where are you, Aaron?" I tried to shout to call him here, but because of my weak body, my voice felt like a whisper to me. I had to get out of bed and head to the kitchen because I was so thirsty. I gathered all my remaining strength and went to the kitchen. I feel a strange suffocation today. Besides the pain, I have a terrible feeling that something awful is about to happen. Icy wind and dark clouds covered the environment. I filled the glass with water so I could sip. Why did Aron open all the
Aron POV What happened to her? I had never seen her so terrified before. She only got so scared when she had panic attacks, remembering her uncle Joe, so why was she afraid so suddenly today? She keeps saying that someone on this island is always watching us and following us around. Why is she feeling that way? Did she have some kind of mental illness? I don't think she has any problems. Her mind seems to be in good health. Then why is she making jokes about Uncle Joe's passing with me? I saw that man just one month ago, and he seems healthy and fine. When he saw me outside Sara's house, why did he flee? Before I could inform her about the incident, she made fun of me and said that she had killed Uncle Joe. Aron, please come inside the house. What are you doing there? Her voice interrupted my internal conversation. I took the dried, red-painted wooden piece and considered using it to further tease her. When I touched the wood, it held my fingerprints. How on earth is it possible t
Sara POV "W..who..which men are you talking about?" My tongue stammered when I questioned him. "I recognized a man from your old album. I mistakenly believed it to be your Uncle Joe because he was standing directly behind you while you were cutting the cake." He stared directly into my face. Should I tell him the truth now? I am afraid of what he will think of me after knowing the truth. "Sara, why are you quiet?" His voice burst my mental bubble. "Ye..yes." I nodded my head. "What will you do, Aron, if you discover that I killed someone?" I glared fearfully at him. "Sara, what kind of joke is this?" He burst out laughing. "How could you murder a man when you can't even kill a mosquito?" He laughed so hard that he wiped away his tears. "But I did kill Uncle Joe by accident." I tell him the truth. "I did assassinate Queen Victoria, too." He laughed at me. Now, how should I make him believe in me? He didn't take my word seriously. If I told him that I saw Uncle Joe's ghost ev
Aron POV "Aron, please check your phone network." She asked me to check my phone. "Oh yes, I completely forgot about that." I retrieved my phone from my bag and checked the phone network. "Now it functions." "Please call Jerry and ask her to send some clothes for me." She asked me to call Jerry's phone number. "However, it is now three in the morning." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "So what? We are in such a remote area with no phone network, so it's better to tell her now before the phone network disappears." She gestured for me to press the dial button. "OK, my dear wife." I dialed Jerry's number on her behalf. "What do you want? How could you call me at such an early hour? Where is your wife?" After calling, she became irate with me for interfering with her sleep. "I apologize, Jerry. Sara asked you to send her some clothes because she was having problems with the bikinis you had selected." Her tone of anger made me laugh. "You called me at such an early hour just