ORLANDO PHINEAS JR."Your worse nightmare." I said, making my voice husky.She sounded like she's scared. I couldn't break character. Not yet anyway. Finding her asleep on the bed had given me the idea. It looked simple at first but the hardest part had been restraining her to the bedpost without waking her up. She had slept through it all and I had been forced to use the feather on her arm to get her awake.Now she struggled against the bond on her arms and stared at me wide eyed. The low light would make it impossible for her to recognize me until I needed her to. I kept a safe distance between us just in case her eyes adapted to the gloom."Please stop." She begged.I could tell she was frightened. Who wouldn't be? Waking up in a room she didn't recognize, tied to the bedpost by a figure she didn't recognize either."Shut the fuck up." I said putting a finger between my lips.She was trembling visibly. The poor girl was scared out of her wits. I was tempted to step out of the shado
I leaned against the lush velvet backrest of the oversized armchair, my gaze drifting to the mesmerizing flames dancing in the grand fireplace. The crackling sound provided a comforting symphony, complementing the luxurious cabin's warm and inviting atmosphere. I let out an exasperated sigh, my eyes scanning the clock once more. He was late.Letting go wasn't an option but we had agreed to stay away from each other for two months. Two fucking months!Those months had been pure torture. There were times I wanted to break our pact and call him but I knew there was a reason we were doing all this. I'd resigned as his secretary and he had secured me a job working in the office of the mayor, Julian Rothschild. I missed seeing him everyday but there was no avoiding it. It was all part of the plan.Taking a sip of the smooth merlot in my glass, I allowed the velvety liquid to grace my tongue, its undertones of blackberries and oak temporarily distracting me from the mounting impatience. Orl
Maid and master: An independent woman loses her job and her boyfriend cheats on her with his Aunt. Her best friend comforts her and what looks like the worst thing that could ever happen soon turns into a blessing when they apply for the position of maids at the Duke's castle. The Duke's son takes an interest in her and gets the head maid to hire them both.Hot passion brews within the walls of the castle as these hot women meet their match. The Duke's sons are hot and irresistibly handsome with cocks that were made to be served. HYACINTHI figured out Ken was despicable and slimey but it came as a core-wrenching shock when he called me to his office with the pretence of going through some ideas for a new project just to whip out his below average dick in my face.There I stood staring in awe (not the good type) and disgust at the degenerate –who was suppose to be my Boss– and his limp cock.Needless to say he expected me to suck him off. Instead, I told him to try a shredder– for ma
Arthur tore through the fields like lightning ripping the sky apart. The cool wet morning breeze chilled my skin as my heart raced to his quick strides.His heavy muscles tensed underneath me and his breath was like the hot mist of an active volcano."That's it, Kiddo. Just a little more." I cheered him up with a gentle brush on his dark mane.We arrived at the spot. It was directly at the edge of the cliff. Arthur hated coming out here but this morning he seemed to be in a good mood as he relaxed against the rugged walls."I won't be long." I lied. "I promise."The sun was just moving above the hills, making a spectacular entrance when I grabbed the camera.I quickly changed the lens, adjusted my angles, and allowed the beautiful scene to guide my fingers to take immortal shots.Arthur's protests brought me out of my deep reverence for the magical scene I'd been able to capture. "Fine. We can go now." I grinned giving him a friendly scratch just below his chin.If it was anyone else
DREWI could barely believe we got the job especially with how Hyacinth had been so eager yo ruin the whole thing with her speech.The highlight of my day had to be calling Ray that afternoon just so I could tell him to fuck himself.I felt great after the short uplifting conversation. I felt more than great. I felt super-duper good.My adrenaline rush was off the charts. I could jump out of a fucking plane screaming until my lungs popped (which would have been something since I'd always been scared of heights).Hyacinth watched me with a worried expression on her gorgeous face. "You look like you're about to do something stupid."I shrugged. "Define stupid.""Let's see." She clicked away on her phone. "What do we have here– Stupid, a verb. It says it's something you definitely shouldn't do because you're going to regret it."I smirked at her and said, "That's where you're wrong." Moving close enough to kiss her. "I live life without regrets, baby."Almost without regrets, I thought.
COLEThe maid stood frozen as she stared at me wide eyed. I could tell she was trying extra hard not to look down at my dick."Do you have a thing against penises?" I asked with a grin.She stumbled clumsily and fumbled with her words when she tried to speak. It was exciting watching her lose her composure."Come on in." I stood aside as she shuffled in hesitantly. My dick jerked at the sight of her short uniform. It was almost as if she had wicked intention putting on something that short.I managed to prevent a full blown erection. Imagined the awkwardness if she turned to see my wood all grown.I closed the door and moved to the bathroom. "Come on. Don't just stand there."She seemed to be confused. That was when I noticed I hadn't seen her face before. I prided myself in knowing what all the maids looked like.The pink blonde haired stunner standing there was definitely a newbie. Probably one of the maids from yesterday's selection."You must be new."She nodded. My eyes shifted
DREW"Let me guess." She wiggled a finger in the air. "You lost?"I sighed. "He said he'd have a tougher time playing a pre schooler.""Shit. That's deep."The annoying master had won in the game of chess. I thought it was just dumb luck but he repeated the process over and over so he could kill my spirit. Mission accomplished asshole."That's why," I flipped the laptop open. "I need to research everything there is to know about chess. I'm going to lure him into a rematch and make him eat shit."The possibility of getting my revenge on the bastard gave me a warm feeling. I was going to enjoy ripping him apart. Mercilessly. My boss or not, he was going down."I wouldn't want to be him. You have that rare scary look on your face." Hyacinth moved to the edge of the couch."What look?""That. Like you're going to eat him alive and fashion is bones into neck wears."I took a slice of pizza from the carton and gobbled it hungrily. Hyacinth watched me with a look of horror."What?"She shive
THEOShe walked into my arms and I kissed her deeply. My brain stopped working as my lips moved freely with hers.Her body pressed against mine. My arms moved freely and cupped her ass ruffling her skirt. My mind exploded. I admit unlike my brother I haven't had the pleasure of feeling up too many asses but Hyacinth's ass was magnificent. Her ass cheeks felt soft through the fabric of the uniform and damn it was big.Fuck! I cursed through the lust building up inside me.I felt her nipples harden as they rubbed against my chest until they were rock-hard stabbing points. I imagined ripping her uniform apart as I took a bite from her nipples.My senses began to function once again as she pushed away suddenly, her eyes clouded with a mist of unease. I'd done something wrong.Guilt knocked the air out of me. I edged forward, careful not to scare her away for good. "I'm sorry–" My voice quivered. "I didn't mean to. I just– I couldn't help myself."She shook her head. "You're wrong." She w
BrettMisha was as innocent as a dove when I met her. I shamelessly took that away from her and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. The only bright side of it was that she would never have been mine if I didn’t make a move. I might have taken her innocence, but I will never take her dignity and public image. I knew the stigma she would face for this, especially if no one owned up to being responsible for the baby. I was going to suffer for our actions as much as she would. It would never equalize since she was the one carrying the baby, but I’m going to do as much as I could to support her through it all. I couldn’t let her bear it alone.If it was some other person, I would have immediately suggested abortion without second thoughts. But this was Misha and I loved her. She was the first girl I brought to my bedroom. I didn’t think. I just found myself taking her there. I took all my one-night stands to my guestroom, but for some reason, I had wanted her on my bed. I wante
BrettThe moment Misha had run into my class that Monday morning all sweaty, with her breast plastered to her shirt, I wanted her. I had wanted her so bad I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I got her. I might be somewhat rebellious, but never irresponsible. Then Misha had come along and dealt thoroughly with my self-control and dignity as a teacher. I had lost my sanity.The past few days had been very unbearable for me. I craved for Misha every damn day, but I needed to keep to my word. I was ruining her. I made sure to lock my office door because I knew that once she was able to walk through that door, I wouldn’t be able to resist her. She had come earlier this morning to see me. She was more desperate this time than she has ever been, but I ignored her. It hurts so badly, but I was doing this for her. She needed to move on and forget about me.It was school over and she was banging on my door again.“Brett, please open up,” she begged. “We need to talk.” I sat down, listening to
I didn’t go to school the following day because my condition became worse. It didn’t get better the day after either, so I still stayed back home again. I didn’t like this at all. It’s been a while since I felt this sick. I had lost so much appetite and I was suddenly disgusted with most foods, even ones I used to really enjoy. I threw up not less than twice each of these days. I hated every bit of this and I just wanted to get well.I didn’t want Evelyn or Jason to come into my room in case whatever I had was contagious. Evelyn being Evelyn was stubborn. She always came in and even hugged me, telling me that everything would be fine. She seemed to be convinced that whatever I had wasn’t contagious. Mom stayed back from work these past two days to look after me. I hated drugs, but I was desperate to get well. So, I was ready to take whatever amount was given to me, only that my mom wasn’t giving me any at all. Each time she came into my room, she looked at me with so much anxiety. Wh
For the past four days, I’ve been barely existing. The days went by with me hardly feeling my presence. I felt too numb to feel anything, not even pain. Everything was back to normal with Mr. Brett. He was just my teacher, and I, another one of his students. He has become so formal, you won’t believe there was ever something between us. I had finally come to terms with it after trying severally to reach out to him. After that day he cut things between us, he began locking his office, so I just couldn’t access him except during classes. I couldn’t try anything stupid during classes, he had completely left me in a hopeless situation.I’ve been working to get my life straight. It’s been difficult considering how much I’ve derailed, but the urgency of the situation required that of me. I have just a month until graduation and if I wanted to graduate, I had to make up for my accumulated poor grades. I didn’t give myself time to think, I studied most of the time and had minimal leisure so
Nothing was going right today! It all started out with me waking up late this morning. Well, that wasn’t really my problem because that was becoming regular. The actual problem was that Jason left without me. No matter how late I woke up, he always waited for me as long as it wasn’t the kind of late that’ll get us in trouble. But now, he had to leave me because he offered to pick Vivian up and I was delaying. I trekked to school today when I really did not have the strength! That Vivian girl had all of Jason’s attention now and it was really getting irritating. I deserved it because when I had his attention, I took it for granted.But Mr. Brett too? He too was just too busy for me this morning. I went to his office to relieve my anger and stress, but ended up sitting down and watching him work. I could swear he was faking it because he just kept looking for one thing after another to get himself occupied. No matter how many times I groaned out my frustration, he didn't glance at my di
I sat ogling Mr. Brett as he taught. He knew I was and I watched him try to ignore me. He was taking care not to look at me. It was entertaining and I was sure that the smile that was spread across my face was doing nothing to help him. I wanted to know his acting skills. How much he could pretend and not give away that something was going on between us.It seems like Mr. Brett realized my motive and decided to give me my own share of suffering. “Miss Misha.” I saw a smirk appear on his face and my smile disappeared immediately. What was he doing?“Would you tell us what’s so amusing that you got that smile plastered on your face.”Traitor!I swallowed hard. He had given himself an opportunity to comfortably look at me. The smirk had changed to a smile. He was enjoying this. Damn. I had nothing to say. “Are you daydreaming in my class again Miss. Misha? That guy must be something.” The class laughed, but I wasn’t embarrassed or mad.I rolled my eyes. Did he just compliment himself
It’s been two days now and I haven’t returned to school since the day I walked out of Mr. Brett’s office heartbroken. It was Thursday morning, exactly 5:00am and I was already awake contemplating if I would go to school. The pain felt a little bearable today. For the past two days, each time I opened my eyes in the morning, the pain came back like it was a fresh wound. I began to sob and get so weak that I couldn’t go to school. I still felt the pain now I just woke up, but it felt like it was fading and not like a fresh wound.I had told Jason that I am sick and that he shouldn’t bother. Whenever he came around to visit, I tried to brighten up and act more like I was sick than heartbroken. It didn’t take much effort to act. Being heartbroken felt like being sick.My family too bought the whole thing, except my mom who I felt was suspicious that something else was wrong. If she was, she didn’t push. Seems like she wanted me to open up by myself. I was lying on my bed and staring up
My shoulders sagged for the umpteenth time as I let out a sigh of frustration. For the first time I was paying attention to my appearance and it really wasn’t going well. I was in front of my mirror, staring at the mess I’ve made of my face in an attempt to put on some makeup. How the fuck is this done?!I groaned and went back to my bathroom to wash off my face again. My face was already burning due to the frequent scrubbing. This was not fun at all! Giving shit about how you look and trying to keep up with appearance is total slavery! It was at this moment, I really started pitying the likes of Evelyn. And to say they do this every damn day!Why am I feeling a little desperate to look good today? I’ve never put on makeup before, so what the hell made me feel that I would know how to? I didn’t even own a makeup kit! This is Evelyn’s.When I was done washing off my face, I stared at my bathroom mirror. I didn’t like the face that stared back at me and that only built my frustration.
I slowly opened my eyes to meet total darkness. I sat up on the bed and stretched. My back and pussy were aching. It wasn’t the painful kind of arching. It felt more like a sweet pain. I stretched again to relieve the strain in my muscle and lower back. My eyes gradually started adjusting to the darkness.My face flushed as the memory of my afternoon with Mr. Brett flooded in. I smiled and covered my face with my palms. I would be so embarrassed to look him in the eyes again.I couldn’t see but I could tell I was the only one in the room. I stretched my hand to my side, to confirm. Mr. Brett wasn’t there. I could see rays of light seeping in through little openings of the door. That meant that Mr. Brett was around. My heart skipped a bit with the thought of having to go out to meet him. It was inevitable, so there was no point in delaying. I stretched my legs out of the bed and stood up. I still felt too weak to carry my own weight. How long did I sleep? And wasn’t it enough to reg