RENEE“Are we there yet?” I asked impatiently as Robert continued leading me to wherever his hands covering my eyes. We'd been walking for nearly a half hour since he'd pulled over by the side of the road, and I had no idea where we were or where he was taking me.Because his nose nuzzled the soft strands of my hair, his words were muffled, but I heard him say, “Yes, we are.”“Then let me see.” “Sure.” He muttered, kissing my right cheek chastely before removing his hands from my face, and I softly gasped. My vision was distorted and hazy at first, so adjusting took some time, but it soon cleared. “Woah, Robert!” I exclaimed as I stared at the magnificent building in front of me. It was a mansion—a huge structure—the kind where wealthy people lived with their families over generations. My eyes widened even more. The view was breathtaking, and the mansion stood proud, its massive façade reflecting the evening sky above. The dawning sunset painted the sky with orange and purple hu
RENEE “Fuck. Renee. You’ll. Be. The. Death. Of. Me!” As he thrust deeper into my pussy, Robert growled, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He had my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard against the tiled wall of one of the mansion's bathrooms. We'd just finished a quick tour of the large house some minutes ago, and after excusing ourselves from Mr. Bradley, the realtor, Robert dragged me into one of the rooms and proceeded to have his way with me. “Oh, Renee!” He cried out again, this time with his eyes open, as he continued to plunge his dick inside of me mercilessly. “Yes, Daddy!” I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back as he stretched my walls, going in and out and repeating the movement that had my legs shaking fervently.“I'm going to fucking come!” Robert growled, his right hand cupping one of my freed breasts, and he started pumping faster and harder, his pace quickening. “Yes, Daddy!” “Fucking pussy. Fucking mine!” Robert yelled hoarsely, his voice
ROBERT The ticking of my office wall clock brought my thoughts back to the present, and I sighed as I listened to the client seated across my desk. He was the construction manager in charge of my Orlando office renovation. I'd told Renee over the weekend that I could make Orlando my business headquarters, and I was following through with it. Mr. Ryan, a close friend who worked in the Orlando office, had referred me to the man. He was in his early fifties and seemed to be the right fit for the job. The man rambled on and on about the changes the building would require and the renovations that’d be done.With his salt-and-pepper hair and a grin on his face, I decided not to focus on anything else but what he was saying. I paid close attention to everything he said and even took notes to avoid forgetting anything important. After all, I didn't want this project to fail because it was my best yet. “When are you going to start? Also, how long will it take us to finish the remodel? Y
The best-laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. And leave us naught but grief and pain, For promised joy! (To A Mouse) by Robert Burns.~•~AMANDA The grim expression on Robert's face when I walked into his office was unsurprising. He stood in front of his desk, one hand on it and the other against the edge, drumming impatiently. I could tell he wasn't thrilled about my visit by the tenseness in his muscles and the way his jaw ticked. But I didn't mind. “Amanda—” He greeted me coldly as I approached the desk. I took a seat, placing my small clutch purse on the cool wooden surface and flipping my hair sideways. “Robert…” I replied smugly, and he raised an eyebrow at me.“What do you want?” His tone held an undertone of irritation, as if he didn't appreciate my presence here and that I was well aware of.However, I did not respond right away. Instead, I used a few moments of silence to look around the large office. The room was decorated in a masculine style, and I couldn
RENEE “Renee, Renee... there's a surprise package for you.”The cheerful voice of Sally, my coworker and closest friend at the restaurant, echoed through the building. I looked up from the counter, my gaze drawn to her slim, bouncing figure. She was carrying a simple flower bouquet and a box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. “What’ve you got there?” I asked, my eyes narrowing as she approached me. “Is this some kind of prank or something?” “Prank? Oh, how I wish it were. This was given to me by a handsome gentleman parked outside.” I rolled my eyes at her as she giggled and carefully handed the package to me as if it were some exotic jewel. “A handsome gentleman? Is he—” “Do you remember the man who came into the restaurant the other day and whisked you out without blinking? He is, indeed, the one.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Oh, Robert...” I muttered to myself, a flush rising on my cheeks as I stared through the restaurant windows, and lo and behold, as Sally predic
ROBERT "How about this gown?" Renee asked.I looked up from my phone, my eyes widening as I took in the stunning vision before me. “Wow!” The word escaped my lips before I could stop myself, and Renee's self-satisfied grin, which had been slowly forming, grew more prominent. The black sequined dress she wore was almost flawless. Extremely beautiful—as stunning as she was—with every line and curve revealing her long legs and full breasts. The material clung to her body perfectly, creating an enticing appearance that radiated allure, sexiness, and bare seduction. "I can see you like this dress, Mr. Clarke. Are we taking it?" The nearby attendant asked, her eyebrows quirking as she waited for a response. “Absolutely. I think it's beautiful and…." I trailed off, staring at Renee again, this time at her thighs. “Is there a slit anywhere?” “Do you mean showing off some sexy skin? There is, indeed. Do you like it?” Renee teased, twirling and widening her legs slightly, allowing me to
RENEE SOME DAYS LATER "Ma'am, raise your chin slightly. We're almost finished." The makeup artist gave me instructions, and I followed them exactly. The woman was quick. As she brushed my face and smoothed the stray hairs, I looked in the vanity mirror, taking in my appearance. Today was the masquerade Robert had been invited to, and I was being primed and prepped for the occasion. His hotel suite's bedroom had been converted into an intimate dressing room, and various stylists and makeup artists were on hand to attend to my every need. It felt like this event was more for me than for him or us. What else could I expect from our first official outing as a couple? Of course, he'd want to go all out. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered if I'd fit in with his world. A world that screamed wealth, extravagance, and grandeur. I had doubts, but I’d give it my all for him and us tonight. The vibrating sound of my cell phone drew me out of my reverie. Muttering an apology to the
Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make. — Euripides~•~AMANDA Time was speedily running by, yet Robert and his date were nowhere to be seen.What the hell was keeping them? I gripped my wine glass so tightly it almost shattered.They were supposed to arrive an hour ago, according to my watch. The masked ball had begun already. The evening had been busy, with wealthy socialites milling about, talking, and dining while most of the activities set aside for the ball had taken place. Charity donations and auctions which were the party’s main event had finished. Most people in attendance were making their way to the exits. Yet still, the man of the show—or my show—was nowhere to be found. So, where in the world were they? Had they decided to bail out? Had they decided not to attend the ball anymore? I shook my head, attempting to clear my mind of the thoughts and questions brewing. They couldn't bail. They just couldn’t. If there’s one th