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15 - Anastasia.
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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
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“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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The young blonde troublemaker I've been fantasizing about for months walks out of the juvenile detention center and stops abruptly, cocking a light brow behind her sunglasses."Who are you?""Your stepfather. Damien." I hold out my hand, silently begging her to take it. "Nice to finally meet you, Sadie."Even though her eyes are shielded by Ray-Bans, it's impossible to mistake the hurt that streaks across her face before she hides it. "I should have known my mother wouldn't come to pick me up herself." Sadie breezes past me toward the parking lot, tight backside twitching right to left in painted-on denim. "Let me guess, she's on a cruise with a new best friend who is trying to convince her to invest in a pyramid scheme disguised as a makeup company."My lips tilt as I follow her. "Something like that.""I didn't even know she'd gotten married." Sadie flashes me a sassy smirk over her shoulder. "Again.""It's a good thing she did, or you'd be taking the bus home."Her smile slips a to
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"So when is my mother coming back from her..." She does air quotes. "Business trip?"My fingers flex on the steering wheel. "About a month or so."That's a lie. I doubt Sadie's mother is ever coming back.The girl sitting in the passenger seat of my car is my sole priority now.My sole...everything."How did my mother hook up with a cop? I can't wrap my head around it. She is just as resentful of authority as I am. Last time I saw her, she was trying to kick a coke habit and failing." Sadie gestures at me. "How did this happen?"The truth?I'd had a shitty day at work and needed a drink. I lost an officer in a gun fight that afternoon and gave myself permission to numb some of the pain with whiskey. Rare for me. To give in to weakness like that. But there I was, replaying the moment over and over again, wondering what I could have done differently, when Kelli stumbled to the bar beside me.Crying. Drunk.If I hadn't seen the picture of Sadie on her lock screen, I would have asked her
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I wake up at six-thirty after a measly three hours of sleep and resume pacing at the foot of my bed. Who is this guy? He is not like my mother's usual conquests.He's got a job, for one.Two, he's a cop.Three, he owns property.Damien actually has his life together. My mother tends to date or marry men who are in the same financial straits as her. One of them hits the number or gets a lucrative gig, they tie the knot, then everything goes to pot when they inevitably party too hard and hit a downswing.I've known Damien for less than a day and already I know this man doesn't know the definition of downswing. Case in point, he's already awake and exercising downstairs, as evidenced by the clanking of weights and hum of the treadmill. The fact that he's working out doesn't surprise me. I would be lying if I claimed not to notice he's in incredible shape. He's in his late thirties, a little silver around the temples, tall, stacked with muscle.Hot.There, I admitted it.This douchebag 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
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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
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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
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“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
