He strode to the bed, came up to her, and blindfolded her. “Continue Sweetness,” Isla resumed stroking her throbbing pussy faster than before, her breath became heavier filling the room with her moans which he seemed to enjoy. “I am about to cum!” she quivered in pleasure. “Are you?” He asked cynically, and he removed her hand that was inside her pussy and licked it slowly at first but after a few minutes, he began sucking harder, and then he stopped. “Give me your other hand,” He commanded, and Isla obeyed. He bound them together and tied them to the headboard. “It is my duty to make you cum.” Everything was deliberate. As the cold liquid dripped from her body the next sensation was of his warm mouth, sucking, licking it up, his lips and tongue on her body as he licked the wine from her body. Isla felt so many things at that moment, ecstasy, helplessness, the blindfold, the material around her hands though soft, kept her in firm bondage, the soft bed, the cold wine, both on
“Hello?” Isla asked, puzzledly. She had her suspicions but she doesn't want to think that the person has no shame. After a few seconds of silence from both ends. Isla turned on the TV, revealing the news channel. “Hello, Isla. It's Eleanor….Isla's whole body froze, not from Eleanor but from the image and headline on the screen. The reporter’s voice blurred out everything Eleanor had to say. “The second son of Late Charles Cross has sadly passed away in the early hours of the morning….”*****A man walked into the dark warehouse that had a lamp hung on the ceiling as its only source of illumination, his eyes never leaving the person whose face was hidden with a paper bag. The person’s body was drenched in sweat and blood, his clothes were ripped, revealing a scary wound. Flies danced around him noisily, looking for the perfect time to perch. The person seemed weak and defenseless as his hands were bound behind him with chains on the metal chair, his ankles too.As the man got close
“She is not a property,” Isla chimed in, sizing Brenda up in disgust.Brenda ignored Isla like she was never there to begin with. “She is my child, and I am taking her back.”Noah looked at Isla, “Let's go.”Without wasting any second, they began walking out on Brenda. This angered her, almost driving her mad. She reached for Noah’s hand, but he turned and yanked it off, making her lose stamina, and she fell on to the muddy ground. “Don‘t you ever, I repeat, ever in your life attempt to touch me.” Noah spat, wiping his sleeve. He turned and began walking away again. “I will get my daughter back no matter what. She is mine. You can't have her. Prepare to meet me in court, you son of a bitch.” Brenda cussed loudly, as she stood up from the ground.Noah ignored her rants, he entered the awaiting ride with Isla and they drove off.***Maxwell tied Eleanor’s hand behind the pole where he made her stand. Jackson watched in horror, defenseless. What killed him the most was Eleanor’s pleadi
"Let's make sure we cover all our bases," Thomas said, his voice firm. "We can't afford to leave anything to chance.""I agree," Brenda said, her voice steady. "We'll destroy everything. We'll make it look like Ryan's murder was just a random act of a reckless driver."Thomas nodded, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Perfect. Let's do it but on one condition.”Brenda furrowed her face in confusion, “What do you mean?”“A price for helping you cover up the dirt,” Thomas said, crossing his hands across his chest.Brenda scoffed in disbelief, “Are you serious right now? I see you have developed a fine sense of humor over the week.” she teased, ignoring Thomas.“Then I guess you will have to clean up alone,” Thomas threatened.Brenda paused, “What are you talking about? We did this together. See how I emphasized the We? Because WE did it. I don't see any reason for me to pay you to get the job done. If you don't want to, it's fine, if I go down, You go down with me, especially your
"This isn't over, Noah. I'll get my daughter back, no matter what it takes." Noah knew that this was far from over. He would have to remain vigilant to protect Anastasia from Brenda's wrath. He looked down at Anastasia, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He knew that he would do anything to keep her safe. "I've got you, baby girl," he whispered, his voice filled with comfort. "You're safe with me." Isla rubbed his arm gently and the driver drove off. **** “You killed him, Maxwell.” Eleanor cried, shaking as she stared at Jackson's lifeless body on the metal chair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Maxwell cussed, panicking. He looked around frantically, searching for the unknown. After a while, he brought out some keys, unlocked the chains binding Eleanor, and dragged her out of the warehouse. As they entered his car, he turned to face her. “You saw nothing, you heard nothing. Understand?!” Eleanor nodded shakingly. “Good.” He twisted the keys, rumbling his engines to life then h
It did not help that his wife and Carson’s mother had gone down the same road before she got killed. There had been a series of attacks and assassination attempts at her before they finally succeeded in killing her. That was why Aaron had become very protective of Carson and why he was now hiring a bodyguard, Raymond, after just two attacks had been made on Carson.“Please understand, son. I can’t lose you. I have to protect you. So you will have to have a bodyguard. Raymond, this is my son Carson. He is just acting stubbornly. You know how college kids act sometimes.”“Yes sir,” Raymond spoke for the first time that evening. “Are you deaf? I said I don’t want a bodyguard! Go home! Coz I’m not letting you babysit me!” Carson said to Raymond.Raymond looked at the loud kid who was looking at him with a blazing fury. The kid who seemed to be in his early twenties had dark shiny, silky hair, unusually long lashes, and pink lips. He was very pale as well. With a mole under his left eye,
Meanwhile, Kaiden asked Carson;“What’s gotten into you? You have rejected me for months, and all of a sudden, you are kissing me?”“Just shut up and kiss me,” Carson told him.He kissed him again, his eyes locking with Raymond’s the intensity of their stares chaotic. It was as if he was dating Raymond to look away. Raymond, on the other hand, could not figure out why he couldn’t stop staring. His eyes fell on Carson’s pale chest exposed by his open shirt. The yellow light reflection on Carson’s skin made Raymond’s pulse quicken. He looked away, his hand covering his slight bulge in his trousers. How could he feel this way towards his boss?Carson narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyed. Raymond, looking away, made him think Raymond was not bothered. “Oh yeah? Just watch me.”And with that, Carson pushed Kaiden away, grabbed another man, and kissed him. Raymond was shocked. But that was not all. Carson kissed multiple men at the bar, all while still looking at Raymond, his gaze not leavi
Raymond moaned in response. This was all new to him and he felt a bit embarrassed, his face red.Carson smirked, pressing the tip of his dick a little. Precum dripped from its hole.Carson started to move his hands in upward and downward motions, giving him a hand job.Raymond moaned as he did that. He quickly placed his hands over his mouth to keep himself from being too loud.“Ngh! Ngh! Arrgh! Urgh!” he moaned as Carson expertly stroked his dick.He could feel the pressure rise in his dick from the pleasure. Carson increased his pace and Raymond could barely stifle his moan.How could another man be so good at this? He felt like he was in heaven. He could feel the sensation of pleasure rising and rushing to the tip of his dick.“Ngh! I…I want to cum!”“Then cum for me darling,” Carson purred.At that moment, cum shot out of his dick, landing on Carson’s face.“I’m so sorry,” Raymond said.“It’s okay,” Carson said, taking out a handkerchief from his clothes and cleaning it off his fa
Derrick laughed and hiccupped. He was about to grab the bottle, but Carson stopped him . “That’s enough drink for you for today, Derrick. I'm not about to carry you home after you fell asleep drunk in a bar.” Derrick chuckled and hiccupped again. “But I'm not drunk yet.” “You are drunk as fuck, girl,” said Laura. “So what about you, Carson? How was your week, and how are your clients holding?” Laura asked. The Sancfrost bar was their haven. A place where they could rant about their issues like they would love to at work. Carson leaned closer to gossip with his friends when a dark and familiar shadow fell over their table. "Carson, still hiding in the corner with the good girls?" a deep voice drawled, every word dripping with mockery. Carson took a long, deep breath, mentally preparing herself before turning around. There he was, Paul Chase, one of his ex-boyfriends, every bit as infuriating as the last time they met. He wore a crisp black suit, the tailored fabric doing lit
Pushing him down, Raymond looked at his face. He looked at him, hazy He pushed his tongue between his buttcheeks , pulling them apart with his hands. Carson moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. He loved his reactions. Raymond licked up and down his ass, savoring the salty taste of her. He brought his tongue to his clenching asshole and thrust it inside of her. "Oh god, yes, fill me up,” he moaned above him. He kept pushing his tongue in and out of his wet hole, twirling it around inside of him. Raymond felt Carson’s hand lowering to his hard cock. He grabbed his hand and forced it aside. "You do not touch what is mine without permission, babe." He whimpered from the loss of contact, but he saw his ass clench when he made that action. Raymond stood up and took his pants and underwear off, letting his hard cock spring free and smack his stomach. “I want you to suck my hard cock and get it nice and wet for your ass, babe,” he purred out to Carson . Carson leaned
But Carson had other plans. He took Raymond's hand, his eyes locked on his father's. "Actually, Dad, I'm not letting Raymond go. Not as my bodyguard, but as my boyfriend." His father's expression turned stern, but Carson stood his ground. "We love each other, Dad. And I'm happy." The tension between them was palpable, but eventually, his father relented. "Fine, but you need to be careful. I just want what's best for you, Carson." Carson smiled, feeling a sense of freedom. "I know, Dad. And what's best for me is Raymond." As the days passed, Carson's father grew more accepting of their relationship. He even saw the benefits of having a boyfriend who was also a skilled protector. Carson's college graduation day arrived, and Raymond was there to support him. Sophia, Carson's drag queen best friend, was also in attenPaulce. As Carson collected his accolades, Sophia and Raymond chatted for the first time. Sophia grinned at Raymond. "Carson told me a lot about you. I have to say, I w
Raymond looked in shock. “Do you carry that everywhere?” “Sometimes,” said Carson, handing the toy to Raymond . “Let’s use this. You are injured and I can’t let your stitches come apart. Raymond collected the toy, reached out and squeezed Carson’s waist, leaning in to kiss him. he kissed him back. They kissed until Raymond had his hands on Carson’s chest, squeezing his chest which he bent down to suck afterward. “You’re so hot Carson ,” he said Carson blushed furiously at his words. “You think I’m hot?” “Yeah,” Raymond said, his eyes on Carson’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out now Carson , ya know that?” Raymond said, licking his lips. Carson seemed shocked at Raymond’s words. Since when did the sweet Raymond sound so dominant? But…but… he loved it. “Yes Daddy,” Carson said coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes seductively at Raymond. Raymond massaged Carson’s body, his hands trailing about his moist body. he squeezed his ass and kis
“I know,” he said softly. “I didn’t respond because I was trying to pretend I could keep my distance. That I could do my job and protect you without letting myself feel it.” He exhaled hard, then leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching Carson’s. “But when I saw you on the ground… none of that mattered. All I could think was, please don’t let him die before I get the chance to say it back.” Carson didn’t say a word. Just looked at him, waiting. Raymond’s voice was raw now. Exposed. “I love you. God help me, I do. And I’ll never be late again.” Carson smiled, bloody and bruised but bright. “Took you long enough.” Raymond laughed—shaky and low—before pulling Carson into his arms like he’d never let go. “He’s trying to escape, Carson said, pointing in the direction Eli had fled. Raymond took off, fury in every stride. He chased Eli across the back lawn of the campus, past the trees and onto the empty field where shadows stretched long and unforgiving. Eli turned just as Raymond
“Why are you here alone?” he asked, an expression on his face Raymond had never seen before. “Huh?” “Do you know how worried you made me? What if one of these perverts tries anything with you? If Sam hadn't called me…” “Sam called you?” Sam was one of the friends they had made at the sex parties. He had probably seen him and informed Carson about it. But why did Carson look so agitated? “You didn’t have to worry about me. I'm doing okay. Besides, no one can try shit with me. I’m a bodguard, remember?” Carson sighed heavily and dropped to his knees, holding his hands and kissing them again. Raymond was surprised by his actions. Why was he doing this? “I was worried, Raymond. Don't do this again.” “Why are you so worried? It's not like anything happened.” “It's because I care about you. I can’t let any of these bitches here take you away from me!” “Umm…I'm not sure what you mean, but…” “You know what I mean. I care for you, Raymond.” Carson rose to his feet. Raymond w
Bianca wrapped her legs around her husband's waist as he moved up and down, taking her dick, their cum dripping on the soft rug. Their actions had ignited a fire in Raymond's body, and he had felt so good watching them fuck. He was hard and he took out his cock, masturbating and watching them at the same time. So much so that he felt like joining them. As Bianca and her husband kissed, his lips traveling to his breasts, Raymond stroked his cock faster. When Ben and his wife were done, Raymond quickly put his dick back in his pants and returned to the room and pretended to be asleep. For days and even months after that, Raymond could not stop thinking about it. he loved watching it, and he wanted to watch it again. But it was sinful, so he pushed the thought to the back of his head. So, was Carson telling the truth? Did he have a sexual voyeur after all? Yet he could not be so sure. “How can I be so sure?” “Would you like to be sure?” Carson said with a smirk.
But Raymond did not listen. He twirled his tongue inside his ass, tasting every bit of him. He spat inside his ass. Carson closed his eye, stifling his moan. Raymond soon took out his tongue and inserted his finger into Carson ’s ass again. Carson gasped as he did that, closing his eyes as Raymond thrusted his thick fingers into him. He then placed the second finger, causing his to moan again. He was feeling so good. Raymond hand curved to find his sweet spot. He pressed it causing Carson to tremble with pleasure. He grinded his ass against his fingers. “Yes! There! That! There! Just one more! Nigh! Ah!” Raymond massaged Carson’s cock as well with the other hand , driving Carson mad. He began to thrust in and out of him, pumping his fingers harder inside as he leaned closer, devouring Carson ’s mouth. Carson convulsed with pleasure, his legs shaking in the air from the sweet sensations.◆◆◆◆ Time passed and Carson’s father’s men soon rescued them. At the time, they ha
As the storm raged on outside, Raymond and Carson huddled together in the cave, trying to warm each other up. They had been there for hours, and the cold was starting to take its toll. Carson , who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up. "We need to find a way to secure ourselves for the night," he said, his voice shaking with cold. "This storm isn't going to pass anytime soon." Raymond nodded, and together they started to gather rocks and branches to create a makeshift barrier against the wind and rain. As they worked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until finally, they were sitting right next to each other. It was then that Raymond turned to Carson and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a passion that had been building all night. As the storm raged on outside, they made love in the cave again, their bodies warm and entwined. It was