I’m sure,” he says, and the smile on his face makes me feel like the sun is shining.“Good,” I whisper. “I don’t want it to either. You want to know where I went just now? I was thinking about how happy I’ve been. These past few days.”He shifts closer to me, and it feels like we both breathe easier. My heart picks up a little, beating faster just because he’s looking at me. He wraps his arms around me, tilting my face up to his. Our kiss is sweet, laced with happiness at the idea that this isn’t just a fling. We’ll see where it goes, even if it isn’t conventional.I try to wrap my arms around him, and fail, laughing, since my arms are shorter and our coats are bulky. Instead I let him pull me closer, deepening our kiss. I have a thought that he might warm me up so much that we might not need our coats anymore. I slip my tongue past his lips, tangling with his and relishing the feeling of freedom that he brings me.Laughter suddenly breaks the trance, and I hear the worst voice in the
Leigh gives Trevor a withering look. “Nice speech, asshole. You know as well as I do I’m the best thing that ever happened to Brad, and he needs me. So don’t tell me I’m a terrible person when you’re the one getting your rocks off with an old woman.”“That is enough.” Brad’s voice cuts through the air. “Leigh, I want you to leave.”“What? Why?”Brad huffs a humorless laugh. “It’s the fact that you even have to ask why. You forced your way into my home, insulted my mother, insulted my best friend. You cheated on me, and treated me terribly. We are not, nor were we going to, get back together. You interrupted—and ruined—a day that was supposed to be for my family. So will you please, get the hell out of my house?”Leigh looks around at everyone. If she’s hoping for some kind of support, she doesn’t get it. She stalks towards the front door, rage written in every line of her body. “Leigh,” Brad calls to her, and she turns back. “Don’t even think about trying to use this against me at sch
"Bring me a woman who will be your wife within a month, Alex, or I will personally take charge of finding a match for you," Mr. Salazar declared, giving his son a stern gaze. From the corner of his eye, Alex noticed his stepmother rolling her eyes while slowly sipping her hot coffee."Ugh! Maria! This coffee is scalding!" Pearl exclaimed, distracting Salazar from continuing the conversation. The idea of Alex finding a wife irritated her to no end. She despised the thought of him introducing a woman as his bride.Upon hearing Pearl's scream from the kitchen, Maria hurriedly rushed into the room. She was visibly shaken, working for the Salazar family for the past three years. The only issue she had was with Mrs. Pearl, whom she knew had married Mr. Salazar for his wealth."Gold-digging woman!" Maria muttered under her breath as she entered the kitchen. Pearl had scolded her in front of Mr. Salazar, who seemed to favor Maria among all his other staff. Maria wondered what she had done to
"Mr. Salazar, I swear I possess both pictures and videos as evidence," Raymond managed to say, collapsing to his knees as Alex released him. Now, Raymond could verify the rumors about Alex. He wasn't merely ruthless, but his mere gaze could reduce any grown man to his knees.Raymond regretted approaching Alex firsthand. In a matter of seconds, he saw his life slipping away."Tell me everything you know, with concrete proof. I'll make sure you lack nothing until your dying breath," Alex commanded, his back turned to Raymond.Slowly, Raymond extracted a brown envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This contains all the information you need to understand what occurred and why it occured," he said.Before Alex could turn around to face him, Raymond had vanished into thin air. His eyes fell upon the brown envelope lying on the table. Alex closed his eyes, steeling himself to face the contents. For years, he had wondered what had happened to his mother. It was highly unusual
Alex detested the situation, but he had no control over Pearl. She was a natural seductress, capable of bringing any man to his knees. He pitied his father, unaware that the woman he believed to be his wife desired his own son. Alex swallowed hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape his mouth as Pearl continued to stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. Her soft hand moved up and down his length, perfectly wrapped around his thick arousal, as she performed a handjob on him.Pearl could sense his heat and swelling in her hands. She positioned herself in front of him, drawing him closer as her mouth almost made contact with his. Swiftly, Alex turned his face, allowing her kiss to land on his cheek. He would never break his rule, no matter the circumstances. He vowed to never kiss a woman, ensuring that no one could replace his mother in his heart. He would not grant Pearl the satisfaction of kissing him, not today or any other day.Grabbing her neck firmly, he pinned her agains
Pearl chuckled as she gathered her clothes. She could still feel her pulsating pussy, craving him again. She felt no shame in letting her stepson fuck her. He was skilled in satisfying women, and she considered herself fortunate to have experienced his manhood.Looking around to ensure no one was approaching, she quickly dressed herself.Fortunately for her, Salazar had just entered the mansion."Honey! Where have you been? I missed you so much," she pouted, giving him a kiss on the lips.Salazar detected a scent of sweat on her, causing his nose to scrunch in disgust. "What is this sweaty smell?" he asked.A subtle aroma wafted from Pearl's body, causing her wide eyes to realize that she had neglected to take a shower before arriving at Salazar's place. "Oh darling, I was just exercising," she fabricated, accompanied by a nervous laugh. Salazar scrutinized her closely, monitoring her reaction. "Exercising at this time of night?" he inquired, unsatisfied with her response.Pearl chuck
Alex sighed and returned his attention to the city view. This was the only issue he had with Michael; he knew all along that Michael would mock and jest since he had vowed never to marry."You can laugh as much as you want, dear Michael. It's utterly comical," he hissed, sitting back down and observing his friend who couldn't seem to stop laughing.Michael envisioned NYC's most eligible bachelor walking down the aisle with his bride, exchanging vows. "Oh my goodness! This is the funniest and most intriguing news I've ever heard. Bless that old man!" Michael exclaimed between fits of laughter. "I can't wait to tell Claire. Don't worry, you can focus on finding the bride, and we'll handle the rest, dear soon-to-be husband."Alex rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Get out of my office," he muttered, his lips involuntarily curling into a hidden smile as he watched Michael rise from his seat, struggling to stifle his laughter as he bid his byes and exited the room.Once Michael left, Ale
Observing her empty glass, the alluring stranger remarked, "It seems your drink needs a refill," while offering her another shot of tequila."Thank you," Serena responded boldly, maintaining eye contact as she teasingly swiped her lower lip with her tongue. "Shouldn't you be giving this to the lady you arrived with?"Gazing across the room, the seductive stranger smiled, captivated by the way her tongue tantalizingly explored her lip. He couldn't help but fantasize about experiencing her mouth on a more intimate level."I didn't come here with anyone. The woman you saw me accompanied by was merely a coincidence. I came alone, and you?" he replied, flashing a charming smile."Me too.""Great. Would you be interested in finding a more private setting?" he inquired, unabashedly ogling her ample bosom as he leaned in closer.She understood exactly what the irresistible, confident man was implying. Her heart raced with anticipation. This past month, she had endured solace, lacking someone
Cory caressed his shoulder.“It’s not the pain that’s bad,” Ayn talked. “It’s the fact that the jerk thinks he owns me. That I’m his bitch now.”“Ayn, it’s not like that,” Cory tried to stop the torrent of self deprecating words pouring from Ayn’s mouth. “He likes you. He will take good care of you. And it gets better after the first time...”“No shit,” Ayn retorted. “The last thing I want is to moan like a slut in heat as he stuffs his cock in me. You don’t understand, Cory. Where I come from, if you’re settled to being a bitch, that’s all you will ever be. If you sleep with a guy, you better make fucking sure you top the guy, too, or else everyone will stare at your ass and think how it would be to ride you.”Cory opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out. He had no idea what to say.“Don’t worry. I’ll set this straight. I’ll fucking jump him, too. See how he likes it with a cock up his ass.”The servant shook his head, horrified. “Don’t do it by force, Ayn. If
“Do you like it, Ayn?” Xavier breathed over his face.Man, how he wanted to punch that handsome face! But it had to be done later, as now, there was something really strange happening, as he felt his ball sack tightened and fluid broke free from his cock, without any other stimulation.“You do,” Xavier said haughtily and started grunting and coming inside his slave’s ass, his moves shorter, harder and harsher.Ayn lay to one side, breathing heavily. He’d been stupid to close his eyes; he’d let his guard down. Now, he was nothing but the man’s bitch.A hard slap on his ass made him jump. He turned to look at his master, reproach and anger written all over his beautiful face.“What? It was obviously long overdue,” Xavier mocked. “I was stupid to let you go for so long. You’re everything my cock needs, Ayn,” he whispered and dragged his reluctant slave into an ardent kiss.Ayn’s mind was set. He needed to get the fuck out and fast. There was no way he was going to like taking that guy’s
He was made to get up slowly, as Lucas gently grabbed him with one hand, as he used the other to stuff his spent organ inside his black pants.“Would you like to go to the bedroom, now?” Lucas asked.“Yes, please ... Lucas,” Cory avoided the honorific at the last moment. It felt strange, but good. So good that Cory could not remember anything being like this ever in his life.He did not expect to be so ceremoniously lifted off the floor and carried by strong arms to Lucas’s bedroom. It was just going to be for one night, so he had to make it last. It was not common for servants in Drena to ever dream of being used by one of the masters. No, used was not the proper term. That was what Xavier was doing. Lucas’s hands were caring, loving, as he placed his sweet burden on the enormous bed and started to undress the young servant.His mind became devoid of any thought, a simple vessel meant for desire, as Lucas’s lips descended on his neck, nibbling playfully along the collarbone, only to
“Talking?” Cory seemed surprised. “About what?”“About all kinds of crazy shit. Of course, I pretend I understand squat, so I just stay there, while he keeps my hand and goes about his stuff.”“Could you please tell me more?” Cory sat on the sofa, next to Ayn, his curiosity picked.“Yeah, it’s basically the same stuff, with some variations. At first, he starts telling me about his day at work, like I’m his wife. Then he starts talking about the jerk-offs in a committee or something like that.”Ayn stopped for a second. Cory pushed him a little to make him talk again. Like awaken from a dream, the slave continued.“He sounds a bit ... scared sometimes. And sad. He talks about how he never knew his parents. Did you know that even the most powerful guys in the city are raised by some monks?”“The trainers?” Cory could not believe his ears.“Yeah, them. By the way, your Lucas is not from around here.”“Good to know,” Cory murmured.“After he talks and talks until I almost fall asleep, he
The servant let the towels next to the door. He was supposed to act like a savior or something like that, to stop Xavier from ravaging Ayn. Yet it seemed that the master-slave couple was reaching an understanding he could not comprehend.“What do you mean, that was all?” Cory whispered, not believing his ears. Although he had seen some of it with his own eyes, that didn’t mean he was ready to accept it.“I am telling you, man, he just sucked me off, swallowed everything like a good boy, and then jerked off and came all over my feet,” Ayn stretched and yawned. “He’s a fucking great cocksucker, this master of yours.”“He’s your master, too,” Cory kicked him playfully in the ribs.“Not when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not,” Ayn said triumphantly, raising enough from the bed to tickle Cory in response. “I am telling you, he’s a bit fucked up or something.”“I don’t get it,” Cory shook his head. “He’s always so domineering and...”He was lost for words.“Maybe he could not resist my
It had to be done sooner or later. In his search for a remedy, Xavier believed more and more that having his slave would set things straight once more.Cory tried to put on a neutral face as he broke Ayn the news. The beautiful brunet bit on his lower lip in annoyance.“Shit. What am I going to do?”“You just do what I told you. Relax, let him do his thing, and it will be over. There is no point in fighting. You will only end up hurt.”“I’m going to end up hurt anyway,” Ayn said morosely. “There is no way he can put his fucking cock inside me, without breaking me.”Cory sighed. Ayn could not understand and was incredibly stubborn, on top of it all. Cory had tried to tell him that it could be pleasurable, but the brunet had just frowned and shook his head.“I’ll fucking bleed to death,” the slave added and Cory caressed his shoulder briefly.“If he’s pleased with you, he’ll let you roam free. Even give you some clothes. At some point, he will let you come shopping with me. Then I will
“Go give him the same treatment you were giving Ayn just now,” Xavier ordered, knowing well Lucas would hear his words, and wonder what Cory had been doing until now.Cory obeyed and knelt between Lucas’s parted knees. He touched the perfect mounds with reverence and slid his tongue on the ass crack, making sure to apply enough pressure so that Lucas could feel him. His head was spinning, filled with the sensation of touching Lucas, the man ever present in his dreams, in such an intimate manner. Except for that encounter, when he’d been a servant to Xavier for just a few days, he had never been so close to Lucas.He kissed and licked the man’s secret entrance. He had heard how Lucas had never let anyone in there. He knew it was a matter of minutes until that was going to change.Under his ministrations, Lucas’s breath grew deeper, ragged. Cory closed his eyes and caressed the man’s hole with his lips. He was not just giving a rim job; he was making love to his beloved’s prized entranc
“So, are you ready?”“That thing looks big,” Ayn’s eyes were glued to the dildo.“This little thing? Come on, Ayn, you’ll have to take Xavier, don’t be a coward.”He gestured for Ayn to get on his fours, and the slave complied. He giggled as the cold lube made contact with his puckered hole. Cory pushed a finger slowly inside.“Ouch,” Ayn wiggled his ass.“Really, now, it’s just my finger,” Cory chided.“Yeah, that’s one finger too many in my ass,” Ayn replied.“It will feel better at some point,” Cory tried to assure the slave, but Ayn was just too tight.The servant caressed the beautiful globes, as he tried to push a little more inside. Between Ayn’s legs, his dark member stood flaccid. Without thinking too much, Cory bent and took the dangling balls in his mouth.A surprised gasp came from Ayn, as his member started to lengthen.“Wow, Cory,” he whispered. “You’re good. I only had one girlfriend who used to do that to me.”Taking advantage of having Ayn a bit distracted, he took th
“I won’t be your friend anymore. At night, when you’re alone, you’ll have to think if satisfying a mere fling was worth destroying the special bond we used to have.”For a brief moment, it looked as if Xavier was ready to think everything over.“A mere fling? I’ve wanted you for years. It is your newly acquired obsession with my Cory that is destroying our bond,” he hissed.“He may be your servant, but he is not yours. I won’t be yours, either, no matter what you do,” Lucas said with his head held high, while Xavier took the silken scarf left on the stand to blind his friend for what was to come.Nothing could be heard from the perfectly insulated master bedroom, and Cory felt his heart growing smaller and smaller. Was Xavier going to hurt Lucas? Why was the beautiful man doing that for the likes of Cory?He chose to roam to Ayn’s room, to settle his nerves a bit. He found the slave stretched on the bed, with a game pad in his hands, watching closely whatever action was happening on t