Moving up the mattress, I laid on my back and hoped that I’d get wet for him tonight. How embarrassing would it be to be dry as hell after he had the biggest success of his life? What kind of wife would I be?“Just like that,” he murmured, fumbling around on the bed. “Shit.”“What?”“I f-forgot something. I’ll be right back.”He shuffled off the bed, and I listened to his footsteps lead into the next room. I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes closed even though I couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. And as I laid on the bed nearly naked, Giovanni drifted into my mind for a moment.That night when he invited me onto his family’s yacht for a party–as platonic friends–and I didn’t have a bikini, so I wore nothing but my underwear and bra. I had almost betrayed my husband that night, but I resisted.I pushed my thighs together.Though I was so close. So close to chancing it all.More guilt rushed through me. No, Remi. Tonight is about my dear husband.The bed dipped beside me,
“You’re fucking cheating on me?!”I growled after hurling our side table across the room.Upon collision, it smashed to pieces and fell into a wooden pile in the middle of the kitchen floor. Annalise shrieked and leapt back, horror written across her face. “Dante! You’re acting crazy. Stop it!”“How the fuck am I supposed to act?!” I snarled. “My wife is cheating on me.”“I-I-I am not,” she cried out.But I had found the pictures that she had sent him and all the dirty late night texts. We had been married for less than a fucking year, and this was how she treated me? This was what she did when I murdered men in their homes for betraying our family.What the fuck did she think would happen when I found out?“Call him,” I gritted out between my teeth. “Call him right fucking now.”“Dante,” she whispered. “Y-You don’t understand.”“You’re fucking right, Anna. I don’t understand.” I balled my hands into tight fists, wanting to hurl them right into the walls. But if I split my knuckles ope
Rory widened her eyes, but then dropped to her knees behind my wife. She tilted Anna’s head back and kissed her from above, slipping her fingers into the corners of her mouth like fishhooks and pulled away, so my wife’s mouth was wide open.I laced my hand into her messy hair and slammed my dick into her throat. She gagged on my cock and went to jerk her head back, but Rory held her in place. I pulled my dick out of my wife and grabbed Rory’s chin with my free hand, pulling her face over Anna’s shoulder.“Open,” I ordered.After Rory opened her mouth, I thrust myself into her throat. She stared up at me through wide, teary eyes, but didn’t gag when I hit the back of it. I grunted and slammed my dick harder into her mouth, wanting to see how much and how hard she could take it. What would make her gag, drool, and jerk back on me?But the harder I thrusted, the more she took.“Fuck,” I groaned.“I knew you’d like that,” Anna murmured. “She doesn’t have a gag reflex.”Once I pounded my c
‘Roth,’ she moaned passionately against his mouth as she twisted with innocent provocation against his body.Suddenly his own arms were around her, not pushing her away as he had done earlier, but holding onto her, his fingers biting hard into her slender arms as he slid one hand into the back of her hair, holding her head still whilst his mouth started to move on hers.Elena felt her head start to spin and her knees go weak.If she had thought that her heart was beating fast before, that was nothing to the way it was pounding now. Her whole body ached and pulsed with the intoxication of what was happening.Roth! Roth!She loved him so much, wanted him so much. Eagerly she pressed her still coltishly youthful body even closer to his. She could feel every nerve-ending in her skin aching with the intensity of her yearning for him.The tip of his tongue was caressing the softly swollen outline of her mouth.She wanted him to make love to her so desperately. These last few weeks, whilst t
‘YOU’RE not serious...’Elena frowned as she studied the synopsis pinned to the front of the file her employer had just handed her.Michael Velmer the fourth was the kind of eccentric billionaire who, by rights, only ought to have existed in fairy stories—as a particularly genial and indulgent godfather, Sylvie thought. She had been introduced to him at a party to which she had been invited by some acquaintances of her stepbrother’s. She had only gone to the party because she had been feeling particularly lost and insignificant, having only recently left her American college and moved to New York. They had got chatting and Lloyd had begun to tell her about the trials and traumas he had experienced in running the huge wealthy Trust set up by his grandfather."The old man had this thing about stately homes, I guess I kinda feel the same.He owned a fair handful of the things himself, so he kinda had a taste for them, if you know what I mean. There was the plantation down in Carolina and
‘But Elena, this place is a gem, a perfect example of English neoclassicism,’ she could hear Michael protesting as he studied her stubborn expression. ‘I promise you, you’ll love it. I’ve had Tara book you onto the day after tomorrow’s Concorde flight for London. I thought you’d be pleased. You were only complaining way back in the spring how much you wanted to spend more time with your stepbrother and his wife and their son...‘This house... Did I tell you, by the way, that the guy who inherited it just‘This house... Did I tell you, by the way, that the guy who inherited it just happens to know your stepbrother and that’s how he’d got to hear about us? It seems that he was telling your stepbrother about the problems he was experiencing, having unexpectedly inherited this place, and Alex suggested that he should get in touch with me... I wasn’t too sure at first. After all, we’ve already got that pretty little Georgian place down near Brighton, but, well, I kinda felt I owed it to Luc
You don’t approve, do you?’ Michael demanded, shaking his head ruefully.‘Just wait until you see it, though, Elena. You’ll love it. It’s a perfect example of...’‘We’re already very close to the limit of this year’s budget,’ She warned him sternly, ‘and—’‘So what? We’ll just have to increase this year’s funding,’ he told her with typical laid-back geniality.‘michael,’ Elena protested, ‘you’re talking about an increase of heaven alone knows how many million dollars... The Trust...’‘I am the Trust,’ Michael reminded her gently, and Elena had to acknowledge that he spoke the truth. Even so, she gave him an ironic look to which he responded by informing her loftily, ‘I’m just doing what I know the old man would have wanted me to do...’‘By buying a decaying neoclassical pile in the middle of Derbyshire?’ She asked him dryly.And she was still shaking her head as he told her winningly, ‘You’ll love it, Elena..I promise you!’Cravenly Elena was tempted to tell him that she was far too b
That relief had turned to something very different, though, when he had received a fax from Michael advising him that his assistant, Ms Elena Bennett, would be flying over to Britain to act as his representative over the repair and renovation of the property. He could, of course, have simply chosen to turn his back, walk away, and leave someone else to liaise with Elena, but Roth wasn’t like that. If he had a job to do he preferred to see it through for himself, no matter how unwanted or potentially problematic that task might be.Potentially problematic! A bitter half-smile curled his mouth. There was nothing potential about the problems that Elena was likely to cause him... Nothing potential at all.He had heard scraps of news about her over the years, of course, mainly from lucas and Lia. Elena had completed her degree course and majored summacum laude... She was living in New York and looking for a job... She had got a job... Elena was working in Venice... In Rome... In Prague...
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