I'm going to drive him so mad that the only thing he's going to be thinking about is me. I couldn't help but chuckle as I positioned my camera in front of me in such a way that I'd capture everything I was about to do.A strip tease. Or maybe more.I moved back to get a better angle and then I started.Slowly and seductively I removed the tiny straps of the dress I was wearing and my boobs came free.There's no way I'm going to let this dress go to waste.Since he refused to let me go out he might as well watch me take the dress off.I held my boobs as I started squeezing them, moaning and looking at the camera seductively.“This could be you,” I whispered as I threw my head back in pleasure.I pinched my nipples as I brought the dress down until it was hanging on my waist.“You could be touching them now, sucking on them, making them red," I squeezed harder as I leaned forward making my boobs jiggle as I raised my ass up. “You want them don't you?" I teased as I brought out my tong
I climbed down from the bed adjusting my dress back as I made my way to the mirror.I wasn't going to let him control me. I know that if he opens that video he wouldn't want to be near me because he'd lose himself and fuck me. So this was my perfect opportunity to leave.I chuckled to myself as I adjusted my hair and makeup, before applying my lipstick again.Whether he likes it or not I'm going clubbing and he can't stop me.When I was sure that I didn’t look like someone who just got fucked shitless when I was only playing with myself, I gave myself a last glance before walking back to the bed.I took my heels and purse as I slowly walked to the door. Pushing the door open, I peeped outside looking left and right but there was nobody in the hallway.I quietly slipped out of my room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I took in a breath as I began tiptoeing downstairs.Just because I live under his roof he's now deciding what I can or cannot do. There must be something wrong wi
The music pulsed like a heartbeat, loud and alive, but it was nothing compared to the thunder in my chest. His eyes were devouring me from across the room—furious, and burning with a hunger he tried so hard to tame. Too bad for him… I didn’t come here to be tamed.So, I gave him something to watch.I rolled my hips to the beat, slow and sinuous, like the music had seeped into my bones and taken control. My hands slid down my body, fingers tracing every curve like a lover would, teasing him with every movement. I wasn’t dancing anymore—I was seducing. Not him. Not anyone. Just the damn air around me. But his eyes never left mine.I turned, letting my back face him, arching just slightly, enough to make my dress ride higher on my thighs. I dragged my hands through my hair, lifting it off my neck. I could practically hear the growl in his chest from where he stood.Good.I bent forward slowly, like I was surrendering to the music, and then came back up with a sway of my hips that had m
“Get off me Miss Ross," I growled, my hands clenching tightly at my sides, fighting the need to pull my cock and just sink it into her tight cunt.Instead of getting off me like I warned she started grinding her pussy on my cock.I was losing control, I was walking on eggshells.“Emily, fuck!" My hands shot out and held her waist, stopping her movements. But the temptress didn't stop, instead she grinded harder on me. My fingers dug into her hips fighting really hard with myself.“Emily, Emily, shit, shit,” my cock was so hard. I've never been this hard and desperate in a very long time.“If you don't fucking stop I'm going to fuck you in my car," I warned but that only felt like fuel to the fire as she pressed harder on my cock, moaning.That slutty sound only made things worse.“Fuck!" I cursed and I couldn't help it when I held her waist to help her grind her pussy on me.I knew I wouldn't be able to move from this place if I didn't get some form of relief. I was so turned on and
My hand reached for my belt as I started removing it, eyes locked on her as she arched her back, those sultry eyes pulling me in like a goddamn magnet.Fuck, I can't wait to feel my cock inside that sweet pussy.I took a step forward, heart pounding, desire thick in the air, and just as I was about to climb onto the bed—"Ugh—"Emily suddenly lurched forward.My eyes widened as she scrambled to the edge of the bed, gagging. Before I could even process what was happening, she leaned over and threw up on the floor. "Shit—Emily!"For a moment I just stood there in disbelief. What the fuck?I quickly came back to my senses as I rushed to her side, gripping her hair back as she continued to retch, her body trembling with every heave. The room that had been filled with tension and heat was now filled with the sour stench of vomit.She slumped forward, groaning. “I don’t feel… good.”“No kidding,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing a tissue and gently wiping the side of her mouth. Her he
I woke with a groan, my head pounding like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. My mouth felt dry, as though I’d swallowed a mouthful of sand, and my stomach was a rebellious mess, twisting and churning with every slight movement.What the hell happened last night?The memories were fragmented at best—flashes of heat, desire, and the wild connection between us that had nearly consumed me. The night club, in his car. The memories were hazy.I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. My body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle aching as if I had run a marathon while intoxicated. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, trying to steady my breath. “What happened?”I was naked under the sheets, I could tell, but my head was aching and my mind was a mess. Why the hell couldn't I remember what happened or how I got in bed?"Ugh, I need to get up." I mumbled to myself, but the moment I tried to sit up, everything spun, and I fell back into t
My hands kept clenching and unclenching as I made my way to Mr De Vito's study.What did he want to say?I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before raising my hand but I couldn't bring myself to knock.Just knock, damnit.I finally knocked on the door.“Come in," his deep voice said from inside and I pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind me.“You sent for me sir," I said as I tried to be as calm as possible.For a moment, he didn't say anything, he just kept looking at me in such a way that had my body tingling until he finally decided to speak.“Come here, Emily,” he commanded, beckoning me over with his finger and I couldn't help but feel confused that he was calling me by my first name."Don't make me repeat myself,” he warned, and I quickly made my way to him as I stopped in front of him.My eyes met his and there was a look in his eyes that had my pussy clenching. Dark and filled with a promise.I didn't see it coming when his hand shot out and gra
I tried to grind my pussy on his cock but his hands stopped me.“Did you even hear what I said, you naughty girl?" He said with a chuckle and I moaned,How could I hear anything he said when I was close to cumming and he stopped.He suddenly lifted me from his lap and dropped me on his table and I moaned in frustration.“Listen to me…” he whispered, as his thumb ran on my lower lips and my breath hitched.“You want my cock right?" He asked as he held my jaw bringing his lips so close to mine that for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't.“Yes, I want it," I whispered,“Good, then listen to me," he said and I nodded looking up at him.“Look at you, you look so desperate and horny," I bit my lips and he groaned. He wasn't lying, I was wet. Soaking wet.“What deal do you want us to make?" I finally asked and he chuckled,He leaned in, his breath warm against my lips but still refusing to close the gap. His teasing was cruel, addictive.“The kind of deal where you giv
He pulled the toy from my lips with a slick, sinful sound, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You want Daddy’s cock now, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and mocking as he gripped himself, stroking his hard length just inches from my soaked core. “Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Daddy. I need it so bad…” He tsked, shaking his head slowly, teasing the thick head of his cock against my overstimulated clit. I jerked, crying out, my hips bucking. “So fucking desperate,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “But you haven’t earned it yet.” “Please,” I whimpered, reaching for him, only for his hand to catch mine and pin it above my head. His strength made me melt. “You want Daddy to fuck this little cunt?” he growled, voice gravel and heat. “Beg for it.” “I am—fuck—I’m begging, Daddy…” “Not good enough.” He reached for the black silk tie discarded on the bedpost. Before I could blink, he’d tied both my wrists together and secured them to the headboard.
I lay there, breathless, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of making him cum all over me. My pussy throbbed, drenched and aching, craving him. I thought—finally—he was going to fuck me.But instead, he climbed off the bed.My brows furrowed as I watched his naked form stride across the room, muscles flexing, cock still thick and glistening from my spit. I thought maybe he was grabbing a condom.He didn’t speak, just went to the drawer and pulled something out—a sleek black box, long and slim.“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, propping myself on my elbows, my skin tingling in anticipation.He turned, lips curled into a wicked smirk. “A little surprise, baby girl.”He brought it back to the bed, sat beside me, and slowly—deliberately—peeled the box open like he was unwrapping a present.My eyes widened.Inside was a vibrator—thick, long, and intimidatingly shaped. Almost the size of his cock. Matte black, with a bulbous head and pulsing ridges down the shaft.“You wanted D
I licked my lips as I stared at his cock—thick, veiny, flushed red and twitching with need. A drop of precum glistened at the tip, and fuck, it was begging for my tongue.“Look at you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers lightly down the underside of his shaft. “So hard for me already.”He growled low in his throat, dark eyes locked on mine. “Open that filthy little mouth, baby girl. Let Daddy fuck your throat like he owns it.”A shiver ran down my spine.I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him. His abs tightened, breath hissing through clenched teeth.“Goddamn,” he muttered. “That tongue… fuck.”I swirled it around the head, teasing, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot. He twitched under my touch, precum leaking steadily now.“You want me to take it all, Daddy?” I purred, eyes locked on his.“Every. Fucking. Inch,” he growled. “Choke on it, baby. Make it messy. I want to see spit dripping down your chin.”I moaned and sank down, taking him
My heart stuttered when I read the message again.‘Did you forget you were supposed to come to my room? Get here now!’My core throbbed at his tone—possessive, commanding, and so fucking hot.Without a second thought, I threw the covers off, my sheer nightgown clinging to every curve. My nipples were already hard, poking through the thin fabric, and my thighs were slick with anticipation.I opened my door and padded down the hall, every step lighting a fire between my legs. When I reached his room, I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open.And there he was.Mr De Vito.Naked.Lying on the bed like sin itself—legs spread, cock rock-hard and leaking against his abs, one arm lazily behind his head, eyes dark and devouring as they swept over me.“Close the door,” he said, voice low and thick.I obeyed, clicking it shut behind me, pulse racing.“Take off the gown,” he commanded.I swallowed hard. “You want me on your cock?”He smirked. “I said take it off.”I slipped the gown over
I pulled back from her chest, lips wet, eyes gleaming with raw, unfiltered lust.“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low and commanding. “Now.”She dropped without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as her hands moved to my belt, fingers trembling with anticipation. She undid it slowly, teasingly, dragging my zipper down while I watched her like a predator ready to devour.My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking.She licked her lips.“Open that pretty mouth,” I growled, stroking myself slowly as she tilted her head back, lips parted, eyes glassy with need.“Such a good fucking girl,” I muttered, sliding the head against her tongue. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thought about my cock down your throat all day.”I didn’t wait for an answer.I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her lips stretch around me. Her moan vibrated through my length, and I hissed, hand tightening in her hair.“Fuck, baby girl… just like that,” I groaned, rocking my hips forward until
All day, her eyes had been on me. Not just watching—devouring. Every time I looked up from my desk, she was already staring. Like she wanted something. Like she needed something. And when we were finally alone in my office, the tension snapped taut between us like a live wire. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on her. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She bit her bottom lip, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “Like what?” I stood slowly, walking around the desk with the kind of calm that always came before I devoured something I wanted. And I wanted her. “Like you want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you forget your name.” A flush crept up her neck. Still, she held my gaze and said, voice low and sweet, “Maybe I do.” My eyes flared. In one swift movement, I spun her around, pressing her front against the cool wood of the desk. “Is that what you want?” I growled into her ear, one hand sliding up her thigh, under her pencil skirt. “W
“Good morning sir," I greeted as I made my way to my table and he hummed in response without looking at me.Yeah, like his head wasn't buried between my legs last night and the night before.I had the best weekend ever.Fuck, Mr De Vito was so good with his tongue and fingers but I don't know why he won't give me his cock.He'd eat my pussy, finger me shitless and do everything filthy with my pussy but not give me his cock. It was frustrating and when I asked him to fill me he'd just tell me to take what I get.I haven't stopped thinking about what his cock would feel like thrusting inside me. Argh, why won't he just fuck me already?“Good morning Mr De Vito," came Miss Ferdinand’s cheery voice and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.“Coffee for you," she said as she dropped a cup of coffee on his table. “I hope you had a lovely weekend?" “Yeah, thank you Miss Ferdinand," Mr De Vito said as he took the cup of coffee and sipped from it and it took everything in me not to laugh.When wi
My wrists were still bound, red and trembling, the silk ropes biting into my skin with every needy jerk. My entire body was soaked—sweat, arousal, frustration. I was wrecked. Ruined. And Mr De Vito wasn’t done.Not even close.He climbed back over me like a predator, his chest gleaming, muscles rippling with every slow movement. I stared, wide-eyed, as he gripped the base of his cock—thick, veiny, heavy—and dragged the flushed tip along my inner thigh.So close.So fucking close to where I needed him most.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice raw velvet. “Soaking the sheets and still not satisfied.”“I need it,” I gasped, unable to stop the plea that broke from my lips. “Please… I need you inside me.”He chuckled darkly, guiding the head of his cock between my folds, parting them with a slow, slick glide that had my hips bucking. But he didn’t enter me.Instead, he rubbed the thick crown against my clit. Slow, torturous circles. My breath hitched, legs shaking uncontrollably.“Not yet, b
My wrists tugged against the silk rope as I whimpered beneath him, my thighs trembling from need. He knelt between them like a king surveying his feast, eyes fixed on my dripping pussy with a hunger that made my heart race.“Still so eager,” Mr De Vito murmured, the edge of a smirk curling on his lips. “But I told you—you don’t get to cum until I say so.”He leaned forward, breath warm against my core, and pressed a single kiss to my inner thigh. So gentle. Too gentle.I squirmed, lifting my hips for more, only for him to pin them back down with one strong hand. “Tsk. You don’t move unless I let you. Understood?”“Yes… sir,” I whispered, my voice shaking.“Good girl.”Then his mouth descended on me—no longer teasing. He licked me with purpose, tongue dragging slowly through my folds, tasting every inch like I was his favorite flavor. My head fell back, eyes rolling as he sucked softly on my clit.I gasped, my back arching.But just as my pleasure built to that unbearable point, he pul