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10 - Nate.
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Kiss It Better 11 - Nate.
Seconds after he’s gone, I hear a voice behind me, “Well, that was awkward.”I turn to see Anastasia emerge, completely naked, from behind the couch, biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips.“How long were you there?” I ask, shocked.“Pretty much the whole time,” she giggles. “I snuck down behind you, trying to surprise you by being all sexy and naked, but then that happened, and well…”Smiling, I go over to her and scoop her up into my arms. I kiss her and feel instantly better. It’s not like Emerson has that much of an effect on me, but he is obnoxious, and pressing my lips to Anastasia’s makes me forget all about him.“Did he seriously want you to buy him a Porsche?”“He seriously did,” I laugh. “And there was a time when I might have, just so I wouldn’t have to get into a conversation with my father. But not after what he did to you.”Anastasia plumps up her lower lip and makes sincere puppy-dog eyes at me.“You’re too sweet to me.”“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, gorgeous,” I rep
Last Updated : 2025-01-14Kiss It Better 12 - Anastasia.
I’ve never felt so wanted before. So genuinely wanted before in my life. My parents always treated me like I was a daughter they’d accidentally had and just felt like it was their duty to raise. The few boys who were sort of interested in me throughout my life were always interested in me because their friends were interested in my friends, and as it turns out, my only “real” boyfriend, Emerson, was only interested in taking my virginity so he could add me to his list of conquests.But Nate…Nate makes me feel like the center of the universe. When he looks at me, it’s like he could care less about what’s going on around us; I’m the only thing that matters. When I speak, he’s not distracted; he’s only listening to me. And when he touches me, it’s like we’re bound by some invisible universal connection that was always there just waiting to be discovered.I can’t explain it, but as silly as it sounds, I’m almost sure that as I stare at him from across the sunny sands of the beach where he
Last Updated : 2025-02-07Kiss It Better 13 - Anastasia.
A few hours later, we’re in his car on our way to a restaurant. I’m wearing a brand-new black dress and a pair of black heels Nate bought me that both fit perfectly and probably cost more than everything in my bedroom back home combined. If it wasn’t for Nate at my side with his hand on my knee, I’d feel completely out of place as we pull up in front of the building, which has a man in a tie obviously providing valet service.“Hey,” Nate says, looking right at me. “Relax. It’s just a restaurant.”“Yeah, where Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have probably gotten caviar,” I reply.“Don’t be silly.” He smiles. “They order the truffle risotto, but they haven’t been here in years. Now come on. Enjoy your meal with me, please? I want to spoil you tonight, is that so wrong?”“Of course not.” I smile. “You’re too sweet. I just—”“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we’ll go back to my house and order pizza or Chinese. Whatever you pick. Deal?”I leap at the opportunity. “Deal!”Nate chuckles
Last Updated : 2025-02-07Kiss It Better 14 - Nate.
On big days like this, even after years of being an attorney, it generally takes me about a half an hour to get my mind fully set for the day and what’s ahead of me. However, today, I wake up feeling ready to face the world and maybe actually take it over. And I know exactly why.Anastasia.The girl has lit a fire inside me so strong and so hot that as I march into the office, I feel absolutely unstoppable. Everyone else can see it in me too. I can tell by the looks in their eyes as I walk past. Even the secretaries and interns let their gaze linger on me an extra few seconds beyond what they normally would. There must be an extra “pep in my step” today, as they say.I meet Tom, one of my senior associates, at the door to my office. I can see he’s got a lot to go over with me today, but as I approach, he cocks his head slightly and gives me a look.“Have a nice day off?”“You could say that,” I reply. “You might even say I’d prefer to have had another one instead of coming back in her
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 15 - Anastasia.
“I just can’t believe you broke up with him,” my mom says for what must be the fifth or sixth time since I got home from work. I roll my eyes, just thankful my dad isn’t around to pile onto the inquisition, and grab my towel off the hanger.“He was an asshole, Mom. Believe me, if I told you exactly what he said—”“But he was rich,” she laughs. “He would have been an easy ticket to the high life!”“That’s nice, Mom. So he’s right he gets to cheat on me?”Mom waves a dismissive hand in the air. “So he gets a little side action. Big deal! You get to live in a big house and wear diamonds, maybe have your own side piece too.”I almost gag. “That sounds great, Mom. Date a guy for his money and then have some weird relationship where we both cheat on each other? No, thanks.”“Hey, you want out of the valley, don’t you?”Part of me desperately wants to tell her about Nate and all the amazing things going on between us, but I just can’t. I’ll have to someday, but right now, Nate is like this p
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 16 - Nate.
I’m so ready to explode by the time we pull up to the house that I’m taking deep breaths and biting the inside of my cheek just to keep from blowing my load down her warm throat. I thought about doing it on the drive here, but I held back. I certainly could have gotten it up again for her, Anastasia my goddess, but I wanted to make sure that I didn’t waste a single drop of my seed and that it all ended up right where it’s supposed to go. Deep in that little cum canal that is her tight virgin hole.I cannot believe this is her first time giving head. I really can’t. If I didn’t trust this girl so implicitly, I would be absolutely sure she was lying to me. But I do trust Anastasia. I trust her with my life, and I’ve only just started to spend any real time with her.Anastasia Jackson. That name’s got a wonderful ring to it.I put the car in park and look down at the back of her beautiful head as it moves up and down on my cock, just like I taught her. I don’t even have to use my hand an
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 17 - Anastasia.
Two Weeks Later…I feel like I’m soaring high above the Earth.Living with Nate is beyond anything I ever could have dreamt of. I’ve never been so relaxed, so at peace, and so turned on at the same time.Once I explained to my parents that I was no longer dating Emerson but was actually dating his father, Nate, they were fine with me moving in with him. My mother was ecstatic, as she still thinks I’m dating him just for his money and sees this as step-one of me getting my foot in the door. And my dad…well I only heard about what my dad thought through my mother, but she assured me he was fine with it.I moved in two days after Nate asked me, and we immediately went shopping for new clothes. I tried to protest and tell him that I was fine with the things I had, but he wouldn’t listen and outfitted my entire wardrobe with things I could never afford. I blushed the whole time and put up a huge fuss, but in the end, I liked it.Writing all day, being there for him when he came home from t
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 18 - Nate.
“Hey, baby. You sure you don’t want to come upstairs with us?” the girl with the lacy red bra asks, spilling champagne all over my jacket as she leans in and presses her body up against me. For some reason, she’s cold. She shouldn’t be. The house is a good temperature.“Yeah, come upstairs with us,” her friend with freshly bleached blond hair says, running a hand up the back of my thigh. “We’ll show you a great time.”I came home from the office and found the house packed with girls. No explanation whatsoever. I sure as hell didn’t let them in, either; they were just here. But I know who’s responsible.Emerson. That spoiled rotten, arrogant son of a bitch. He found out Anastasia and I were dating, and he orchestrated this stunt to try and ruin things. But I’m not going to let that happen.“Yeah, I can’t do that,” I say, taking the blonde’s hand off my leg and stepping away from her friend. There’s a pop from the deck as someone opens a bottle of champagne and begins spraying it all ov
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We sit and chat until the sun goes down, and Breanna heads back to her room to study. I go upstairs, put Annika to bed, and run a bath for my husband. It’s been customary for me to bathe him when he comes home lately. He may not be working construction, but he gives me everything, and I like to give him something back and show him just how much I appreciate him.The tub is so big that we could probably fit two more people in it, and as I’m sliding into the warm water, I hear the bedroom door open. When he enters, my whole body lights up. How is it possible that after four years I still feel as though it’s our first date every time I see him?“Hello, my love.” He smiles as he begins to undo his tie.“Come,” I whisper. “Get in with me.”He smiles as he gets undressed. He’s been working out harder lately, and his muscles have grown considerably. I’m getting all hot and bothered watching him, and when he pulls his pants down and his cock falls out, I’m touching myself beneath the water.“
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Four years later…“I still can’t believe it. You. A mob wife.”I glance at Breanna in the kitchen making cucumber-lime mocktails, and shake my head. “I’m not a mob wife. I’m just a wife.”“Gunsyn’s not a mobster?”“Not anymore,” I reply as I rock Annika in my arms. Who knew it would be so incredible being a mother? If you’d asked me back when I was working at the diner if I saw myself having children in the near future, I would have told you you were crazy. Funny how life throws things at you.“Once a mobster, always a mobster,” Breanna scoffs as she brings the drinks over to the table.“Well, he runs a furniture company now,” I tell her. “A successful one.”“Yeah, because he intimidates all his customers.”“He does not!” I scold her. “Would you stop that? He’s an honest businessman now. But if you want a mob boyfriend, I’m sure he could put you in touch with someone.”I take a sip of the mocktail. Normally, these would be real cocktails with vodka, but that stopped four months ago wh
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“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lifting me to my feet. “I had to get you out of the way.”“It’s-it’s okay,” I stammer as he pulls me into the fresh night air. I gasp, filling my lungs with freedom. It’s only seconds later that I’m being helped into the back seat of a car. I hear Gunsyn get in the front. The car lurches as he slams on the gas, and I feel his hand clasp down on my thigh.“Okay,” he tells me. “You can open your eyes now.”I do.We’re speeding down a narrow, paved road through the trees. They whizz past like blurred shadows, gnarled, twisted, skeletal hands that seem to grab at the car, seeking to snatch me into their grasp and drag me back to the prison that is Michail’s home.I look to my left and see Gunsyn, eyes narrow, breathing heavily, his face gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, gripping the steering wheel hard. He glances over at me and squeezes my leg.“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”“Safe!?” I blurt out. “You-you gave me to them! Why would you do something like that
Kiss It Better 17 - Irene.
As I sit in my “room” – which is basically a prison cell, slightly more upscale than the one Gunsyn put me in when I first arrived at his house – I wonder what’s happening at the diner.Chris and Kyle are probably behind the stove, arguing about who’s going to cook the mashed potatoes and whether or not they can serve last night’s apple pie or if it’s gone bad and if it has gone bad, whether or not it’s okay for one of them to eat it. They’re probably pissed that I’m not there tonight, but they won’t be worried. They may be my co-workers, but we’re not really friends. It’s not like they’ll be calling the police or rounding up a search party to come find me. And even if they did, what good would it be?Breanna, on the other hand, is probably hysterical. She’s tough, tougher than me, and much more worldly, but I’m her best friend, and I’ve been missing for a long enough period of time that something is obviously wrong. She’s probably found some way to get into my apartment by now and ha
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When Gunsyn finally lets me out from underneath the table, Victor and Michail are gone. He must have been anticipating my glare, as he’s already smiling at me.“You sure you have never done that before, little one?” he asks.“What? Been made to spend dinner under the table during a mafia meeting?”Gunsyn’s hand lashes out with blinding speed. He seizes me by the throat and pulls me to him, my lips so close we’re practically kissing. “You know what I mean,” he growls. “You said you were a virgin. But you have done that before.”I swell with a sense of indignation and pride and slowly shake my head, daring him to hurt me. I want him to. “Never. I’m just that good.”His eyes flare, and he stares at me, debating whether or not to believe me. His fingers around my neck feel like a collar, one I am not accustomed to wearing. Somehow now, outside of the cell he first put me in, I feel even more owned by him. It’s like my body is his, and he knows it. Actually, it’s not like that; it is that.
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Despite the fact that I have no idea how to give head, I start doing my best on Gunsyn’s cock, moving up and down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging and even twisting my tongue around the thick, bulbous tip. I see now what he meant when he told me I wouldn’t be able to speak at dinner.I hear the sounds of a meal being served – plates being put down, glasses and silverware, and try to picture what it’s like up there. Is Victor even acknowledging what’s going on beneath the table? What about Michail? If he didn’t think I was a prostitute before, he does now.But I don’t care about those men. I care about Gunsyn, and right now, my mission is to completely screw with his composure.Okay, I’ve heard Breanna talk about blowjobs before. I’ve seen some porn in my life. I can do this.As I suck him, I take his shaft with my other hand and begin stroking it. I’m awkward at first, but as I start to get the timing, I feel a reaction from him. His legs begin to tense, and he adjusts him
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Wait, what!? That’s what I want to say, but I’m not about to get into a verbal argument with him in front of his guests. Instead, I communicate with him with my eyes.Are you kidding? I ask.No, he replies. Do as I say.I feel Victor and Michail’s eyes on me. They’re waiting to see what I’m going to do. If I refuse, I’ll make Gunsyn look weak in front of them.Do it, he says, his eyes narrowing.He loves telling me what to do. I can see it in the way he’s looking at me. And to be honest, what’s the big deal anyway? It’s not like he hasn’t already had me once, and he’s definitely going to have me again. And if I just do this now, it will probably make things easier for me later on. But if I am going to do it, I’m not just going to do it; I’m going to make a show of it.“Of course,” I say with a seductive hum to my voice before spinning on my heels so my curves are on full display for Victor and Michail. I’m suddenly conscious of my back, my waist, my butt, and the way they look in thes
Kiss It Better 13 - Irene.
What is going on with me? My mind is playing tricks on me, and I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror wearing this red dress and these insane heels. I feel like a Barbie doll, gangster queen edition or something.“How do girls stand in these things?” I say as I try to figure out how to position myself so my butt isn’t completely sticking out and my back isn’t arched like I’m trying to get a guy’s attention. But it seems futile. Even when I slouch, the effect is still the same, and I suspect that’s why Gunsyn had them laid out for me.Asking a woman isn’t sexy. That’s what he said to me. You are not the kind of woman who wants a good man.Of all the arrogant things to say to a girl. Is that even arrogant? No. It’s beyond. They need to invent some kind of new word to describe the balls a guy would have to have to say something like that.The dress is way too low, and I’m showing way too much cleavage. My hair is also a complete mess and makes me look like a carrot that’s been pluck
Kiss It Better 12 - Irene.
“Stockholm syndrome,” I say to myself as I examine one of the dresses. “That’s all it is. Perfectly natural. Just like coming on a strange, evil man’s cock. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Irene.”Uh huh. Sure.The dress is well-made, soft and flowy, and would probably look incredible on someone not me. But I try it on anyway. In fact, I try on everything while I’m alone for the rest of the afternoon, and by the time I’m finished, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear any of it. I’m not good at making decisions anyway, but when it comes to something like this, I’m hopeless.“The red one,” Gunsyn says, startling me again as he comes in behind me. “It will go well with your hair.”“My hair that you don’t like?”“When did I say I don’t like it?” He smiles. He approaches me, and I hate myself for being relieved that he’s here. At least I’m not completely alone now, and I’m pretty sure, judging by the look in his eyes, that he’s not about to repeat what he did to me yesterday. He leans down and pick
