"Ahhh!” Isabella gasped as her vision was met with a wide-angle view of the city. The bright, bustling streets with numerous, towering skyscrapers and prominent landmarks sprawled out before them as far as her eyes could see from their direction. She could feel her eyes whirling and her brain spinning. She felt nauseous as she stared down at the little buildings from the tallest building where she stood. She’d never seen anything like this before, and it was both beautiful and alarming to observe how the rooftop covered the full roof of the neighboring tall buildings.Isabella recoiled back, terror seizing her as she imagined herself accidentally falling down the cliff. She moved far away from the brittle parapet, out of fear that it might crack and she would tumble off.Matteo detected her movement and diverted his gaze to her, puzzled. "What's wrong?” He questioned."It's too scary to look down." Isabella said, shivering with anxiety, "What if I fall?" She asked and shuddered in fea
Isabella's rage erupted: "Sorry, I don't need your help." She spoke firmly and yanked her hand free of his hold."I offered to help you, I didn't ask." Matteo remarked, taking a step forward toward where she stood, then extending his arm in an inviting motion.Isabella was stunned for a while as Matteo approached her, looming over her. She couldn't find the right words to say as his towering presence was so threatening. As she finally found her voice, she took a deep, silent breath, summoning up her courage before speaking. "I said no!” She said while lowering her head because she was unable to meet his gaze, but Matteo appeared to have no objections.Matteo dipped his hand into his pocket before taking out a key that appeared from his pocket between his fingers. He looked down at Isabella and kept his gaze fixed on her. He didn't want her to be out there, wandering down the street by herself. She may be hurt or abducted on the narrow road. It's risky. "Are you going to walk or should
Isabella turned to face Matteo, her pussy spasming at the tone of his voice. "Yes", she responded, and he went on."When you went for the interview yesterday..., "he said, as Isabella listened intently. “Did Leonardo do anything crazy, like I did to you back there at the office?" he questioned, and she blushed slightly before he could finish, remembering what occurred between them at the office. "I mean, did he touch you sexually?" His question infused her clit with a pulsating tautness. Isabella paused for a while, perplexed as to why he cared. "Nothing. Absolutely not ", she lied, and Matteo let out a sigh of relief in response to her answer.Leonardo hasn't touched her, at least not yet. Or is it possible that he still has feelings for Isabella? ‘No, he doesn't, he doesn't. He hates her,' he convinced himself, keeping his eyes on the road. He slowed down the speed of the car as they approached her bus stop. "Have you ever had sex with a man?" Matteo questioned. He knew he shouldn'
AUTHOR'S WARNING: This chapter may contain really dark scenes, such as slavery, SA, and torture. Be warned, or read at your own risk.The journey from the mansion to the sex club took a very long time, and Leonardo's thoughts were constantly on Isabella the entire time."Drive faster, you fool," Leonardo grumbled out of frustration, and the car accelerated. He needed to arrive at the sex club on time before he become hard. ‘That bitch,’ he muttered as he assumed Isabella must have cast a spell on him as a result of what he had forced her to do at his office. He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on the window."How much longer before we arrive?" Leonardo questioned. He was growing impatient."Five minutes, sir." One of them replied.Leonardo gritted his teeth and turned to stare out through the window. He was certain they were almost there since they were in a desolate area.Five minutes later, they arrived at the sex club. As the car approached the massive black gate, the ga
AUTHOR'S WARNING: This chapter may contain really dark scenes, such as slavery, SA, and torture. Be warned, or read at your own risk.The feminine cry caused Leonardo to become distracted and stop moving. When he turned around to see who was calling for his help, he found a beautiful, slim young lady who was bound to a table. She had blue eyes that framed her adorable face and delicate nose. Her long, straight brown hair was spread out across the table. Her hands were cuffed above her head and her legs were splayed on the four edges of the table, making it accessible for anyone to freely make use of her. She was naked in front of the men surrounding her, feeling so helpless and vulnerable.Leonardo approached them, and the men surrounding the lady on the table parted ways for him to come close to her.The lady felt relief; she thought Leonardo was going to save her from these men. "Please don't let them do this to me. I'm a virgin", she lamented bitterly."You're a virgin?" Leonardo as
Isabella felt her legs shaking as she groggily dragged herself to the front door of her house. She had just arrived after traipsing for approximately thirty minutes. She opened her bag and began fumbling through it for her phone till she found it. She brought out her phone and dialed her mom's number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the caller responded."Please open the door, mom," Isabella said, and she hung up immediately.A few minutes later, the door was unlocked from the inside and opened."What happened, Isabella? It's nine o'clock and you're late from work," her mom complained as she pulled the door open and stepped aside to let her in.Isabella walked in through the door and entered the house, leaving the door open behind her, which her mother quickly shut before turning to look at her. She stepped out of her shoe and tossed it to the floor. As she made her way to her small bedroom, she stretched out her exhausted body."I'm talking to you, young lady," Celina continu
HIGHLY RATED CONTENT [NO SA]ENJOY AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE GEMS AND COMMENT—-Leonardo moved closer to the staircase and stopped as his gaze was drawn to the stage. There were two naked strippers dancing around a pole in the middle of the stage and a few naked women dancing on the floor. Some of the women were outside the stage, on their knees, giving men a blowjob while they stood proudly as if they owned the place, enjoying the pleasure as they watched the sexy strippers dance naked and sexually around the pole.Leonardo paused for a moment, watching the naked stripper dance around the pole, spreading her legs apart so that everyone could see her pussy as she swung her petite body around the pole.When one of the red-haired female strippers observed Leonardo gazing at her, she smiled and began squeezing her boobs to make them stand out in order to get him to come closer to her. She whined her tiny waist while her ass lightly bounced as she was trying hard to catch his attention. H
Trigger Warnings from the Author: This Chapter Might Contain Extreme Violence and Abuse. (NO SA)."Who are you?" she asked. "Are you here to force me to eat your disgusting food again?" Gianna asked, sounding irritated as she anticipated for a response from any one of them standing in the dark. She was shivering from the coldness of the water and the chilly breeze grazing her skin, causing her pink, tiny nipples to peek through her nightgown.Without saying a word, Leonardo and his henchmen stood in the dark, alertly observing Gianna. They scrutinized her from head to toe in her damp nightgown; her transparent nightgown clanged against her body, highlighting the curves of her slender physique. Her pink nipples puffed out against the thin fabric of her nightgown, which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing any bra.The four men behind Leonardo were staring at her braless breast. The translucent dress displayed the contour of her small breast and their eyes appeared to be drawn to her c
"Please, just do anything you want with me, but don't report me to the police or expose the clip," Isabella cried out, her eyes tightly closed, hoping he hadn't hit the button.Leonardo let out a soft chuckle upon hearing her response. His smile widens as he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Anything I want...? With you?" he repeated, sounding intrigued by her offer."Yes!” Isabella responded sharply.“Excellent choice, Isabella," he remarks wickedly, and she opens her eyes sadly to meet his sinister gaze. "I want to fuck you, Isabella," he whispered. “Now, tell me how much you want me," Leonardo whispers with a devilish grin adorning his handsome features.“I want you, Leonardo," Isabella told him.“No," Leonardo countered, leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart.Isabella closed her eyes, uncertain about what more he desired from her.“Beg me to fuck you, Isabella," Leonardo commanded, squeezing her cheeks together tightly.“Please, fuck me Leonardo!" Isabella whispered,
Isabella eyes was fixated on the tape of Matteo engaging intimately with her. The audio continued to play, eliciting moans from the phone as the video progressed, leaving Leonardo feeling irritated and Isabella in a state of shock."Do you think I didn't know about your erotic affair with my brother?" Leonardo inquired, catching her off guard with his question. Isabella looked up, meeting his gaze, and he stared down at her. She was aware that he knew about her relationship with his brother, but what she didn't know was that Leonardo had been the one watching her and Matteo in the hallway."How could you, Leonardo?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief as she attempted to snatch the phone from his hand.However, Leonardo swiftly evaded her attempt, extending his hand up and preventing her hand from reaching the phone."Oh, how could I?" Leonardo retorted, scoffing as he dipped his phone behind his pocket. "Well, why would you let my brother fuck you first
"None! Just let me go, Leonardo!" Isabella yelled at him as she tried to move away along the wall in the opposite direction.However, Leonardo promptly blocked her path by placing his other hand against the wall, thwarting her escape. "Do you think I would let you go so easily without punishing you for your mistake?" he asked, licking his lips hungrily as he stared down at her intensely."Sir, if you don't..." Isabella's voice trailed off as she struggled to speak under the weight of his penetrating gaze, which only made her feel extremely uncomfortable. "Don't even dare to scream, Isabella; the door is soundproof, so no one will hear you," Leonardo said, seemingly aware of what she might consider doing.Isabella felt a surge of fear, her stomach fluttering nervously. She couldn't comprehend why her body found something intriguing or exciting about him when he was blatantly trying to harass her inappropriately. "I'll pay for the damage. How much is it?" she asked, but Leonardo respon
Isabella's heart raced so fast with fear; she was so scared by his threat that she took two steps back, away from his reach."Leonardo, the..." Isabella begun, interrupted by his curt demand, "I don't care if the picture is yours or not! Just take off your clothing and prove it," Leonardo snapped, clearly irritated by her reluctance to comply with his command."It's not mine, Sir Leonardo," Isabella protested, tears welling up in her eyes, hoping he would believe her."Do you want me to involve the police?" Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow with all seriousness, which caused Isabella’s eyes to widen and panic to surge through her. "I could call the police right now and sue you for attempting to seduce me," he threatened. "I've got proof, and I won't hesitate to expose you by stripping you naked in front of everyone," Leonardo asserted sternly.Isabella's whole body trembled with fear, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She questioned herself inwardly, 'Oh God, what have I do
Isabella wondered what he was asking about because she was only apologizing for coming late so he wouldn't fire her, but here he is talking about something else.“Please, what are you talking about, sir?” Isabella asked.Leonardo sighed and relaxed back on his swivel chair. It seems she doesn't understand what he meant and he needed to make it more obvious to her that he had seen the picture. "Did you think I didn't see the message?""What are you talking about?” Isabella asked to be sure what message he was talking about because she was sure she deleted the photo if it was that. “Of course I sent you the document”, She added with a nervous smile.Leonardo grew frustrated with her apparent bewilderment and snapped, "Stop pretending like you don't know, Isabella!" He asserted, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in confusion, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't know.Judging from Isabella's continued puzzled expression, Leonardo was certain she was unaware of what
Leonardo stepped out of the elevator and hurried into his office. His erection was evidence, straining against his pants and causing him discomfort. He locked the door behind him, walked to his desk, sat down, and unlocked his phone again. It revealed in his phone that Isabella had sent the necessary documents he had requested, but the deleted photo still remained. She must have panicked after sending the photo to him. He thought.‘But what if this photo wasn't meant for me, then who was it meant for? My brother?’ He questioned inwardly. ‘It better not, because it wasn't part of the deal that he would still be involved with her’. Leonardo mumbled to himself."Fuck", Leonardo groaned, glancing down at his pants, where his cock was visibly straining the fabric. His erection had literally created a noticeable tent in his pants. The feeling was annoyingly painful, and he really needed relief. "Relax, it's just a boob photo; we're not even into boobs," Leonardo muttered to himself, attempti
"Sooo... back to business," Sofia continued, diverting her gaze to the tablet connected to the projector screen. She swiped her finger across the tablet-screen, displaying multimedia content on the projector screen for everyone to see. She began explaining further for better comprehension while the employees followed along with the visible projector screen. She proceeded to display a slideshow of graphs accompanied by pictures, saying, "We've been receiving numerous complaints about the hotel's customer service and low ratings from the customers..."Her words faded in Leonardo's ears, as he wasn't paying as much attention as the rest of the employees. He was worried that Isabella is yet to arrive at work, and it had been bothering him so much that she hadn't sent a respond to his request yet.Leonardo grabbed his phone from the table and started sending her a series of messages, expressing his frustration over her failure to send the documents he requested. Although the documents were
TWO HOURS AGO.Leonardo ended the phone-call with Isabella and entered the conference room, instantly, everyone promptly rose from their chairs to acknowledge his presence.All The employees were uniformly dressed in a white long-sleeve shirts paired with black skirts and pants, as per the prescribed dress code for the meeting. The uniform made them easily identifiable for the meeting. "Good morning, sir," the employees said in unison.However, Leonardo disregarded their greetings as he made his way to the head of the long, dark, glass-topped table, where he sat in the high-backed executive chair. His commanding presence captured the room's attention. "Get to work," he commanded brusquely, and the employees settled into the plush, cushioned chairs surrounding the table.Every chair was occupied except the one next to Leonardo, which was reserved for Isabella, the secretary."Sir..." a male employee raised his hand, requesting permission to speak, and Leonardo nodded, granting him per
The elevator beeped open before she stepped out of the elevator and entered the magnificent hallway that led to the conference room. As she walked through the hallway, she turned to look at the transparent walls beside her and caught a glimpse of the staff in the spectacular boardroom room. They were all packing up their stuff from the big table, while a few employees were already stepping out of the conference as they moved towards the elevator.It seemed to her that the meeting was over, but she needed to confirm. "Please, is the meeting over?" Isabella asked one of the employees passing by, but her query was met with a dismissive demeanor. The white lady's hurried attitude indicated she had no time for conversation."Please excuse me," the lady said, giving Isabella a light nudge before entering the elevator and departing.Something was wrong, Isabella could tell by their expressions. She quickened up her steps and arrived at the conference room’s entrance, and just as she was abou