"He turns me on!"
Sitting back, Hilary remembered the day before: since she could not sleep, she had nothing else in mind but the idea of fingering herself then, she slipped her middle finger under her lace panties and rubbed it hard on her clitoris and then more and more gently, her driver came to her head, his wide shoulder, his torso; she redoubled the speed. Super excited; she stopped when she felt a liquid slipping between her fingers.She realized that it was only a quarter of pleasure that she could experience. If only someone could make her experience this. She already had a person in mind the driver which was almost impossible.In any case, she was satisfied and was not ready to stop.She came to her senses when she realized that she had just arrived at her destination, got out of the car and went back to high school without thanking or even wishing the driver a good day.As usual.…….Hilary and Ganaelsy were sitting around a table at the self. Neither of them dared to say a word, which rarely happened. Nana didn't understand her, she who loved math was so elsewhere during the class that the teacher had to call her three times in a row so that she could be focused in class.“He turns me on.”She finally confessed to Nana who kept looking at her strangely.“I knew it!” She exclaimed so loudly that all the heads had turned towards them.They were silent when they saw Moësha arrive, she was the high school bitch even if Ganaesly And Hilary were not saints either, her father earned a lot of money, that's why she took herself for a queen and Hilary always stood up to her because her father also had money; they were two who hated each other.“It turns out that yesterday's handsome guy was your driver.” She said once near them.The two did not answer anything and pretended not to notice her presence.“Why don't you want me to have him?Are you screwing with him too?”It was too much! Hilary got up, slapped her and pulled her by the hair; it ended in a fight.Some students shouted the name of Moesha while others shouted that of Hilary.……“I refrained from slapping you Hilary, you know I don't like to be observed. Why did you have to fight with this girl?” Screamed her father.The director had warned her and since then he has not stopped yelling at her while she was only defending herself.“She was insulting me.” She replied on the verge of tears.“You will be punished until the end of the century.” He slammed by slamming the door.She couldn't stop crying but this bitch had deserved it.Hilary knew well that her father was not really going to punish her, he always said that every time he was angry and she smiled through her tears thinking about the bitch's screams when she pulled her hair.Well done for you idiot.“Get dressed, I won't say it again."That afternoon, Aaron had returned directly home under Hilaire's orders, the latter had clearly stated to him that he was on leave for a week for two reasons: Hilary was expelled from school and she was severely punished. Well done for her, he was going to get rid of this unbearable girl for a few days.Once he arrived, he found the door half open and went back to his guard then found Maïté installed on the bed in a Victoria secret set, surely to give him pleasure but she fell on time, he needed her to make things clear and it was not these little clothing that would change his feelings towards her, which had evaporated the day she left him.“Dress up Maïté, we have to talk seriously.”The latter got up and came to remove his tie and then began to undress him. Her contacts no longer had an effect on him. He stopped her and stepped back in order to drink a glass of whisky. He would need a lot of force to pronounce these sentences he had recorded in his memory for fifteen hours now.“Dress up, I won't say it again.”She pouted and dressed. Since when did Aaron resist her caresses? It was the very first time.“We have to put an end to this little masquerade. Between us, it's only about sex and I want it to stop.”“But I love you.”“Not me.”Maïté's eyes were bulde but the man had his reasons. They had argued because of Aaron's job that he would not abandon for anything in the world and he had broken up so why come back from we know where? After several months, as if nothing had happened.“I'm going to change the locks so there's no need to ask you not to come back.”“Why are you doing this to me?”“When you love Maité, you accept the other as he is without using his job as an excuse to leave him. Maybe you've been with another man and maybe it didn't work, you come back like nothing has happened.”After telling her everything he had on his heart, Aaron went out and left her alone so that she could get dressed and left to never come back. Maybe he was too hard on her.A few minutes after Maïté's departure; the latter had made a scene just before leaving, a scene he believed would never end, he received a call from his superior; the agents had a meeting and he went there as quickly as possible.At the meeting, he was asked to put cameras everywhere around the Clintons and this tomorrow; how was he going to do when he was supposed to be on leave?Aaron was going to have another ally, the new cook who would start working with the Clintons tomorrow was none other than one of his colleagues Tamara Santander, a super intelligent girl, moreover it was to her that the mission should be entrusted but she was still going to help him with what he saw.The next day,After spending a long and painful night, Aaron woke up and got angry because of his erection this meant that he was in need but he had only one person in mind the boss's daughter.After a few minutes; he had eaten, done the ritual, got rid of with a shampoo so he was totally ready to go to the Clintons.I'll pass you the trip.Tamara was already there, she noticed him and winked at him.Hilaire had gone to the office, Jaina gave the instructions to the newcomer and Aaron took the opportunity to install the cameras as the capricious was sitting in the garden, distracted by her mobile phone.He began with Hilaire's office, the main place, then Jaïna's room and then Hilary's room; after finishing installing them, the door opened on the latter; Aaron's heart began to beat at an uncontrollable speed. Why didn't he hear her coming?“What are you doing in my room?”"Because I'm the boss's daughter"Hilary looked at him with a reproach. An employee in her room? Why then? To steal? No, everything was in place.“What were you doing in my room?”“I was looking for you.”Finally said Aaron after torturing his mind to find a good excuse. But damn, where was Tamara? She wasn't supposed to be the one who distracts the mother and supervises the daughter so that he can do his job?“You were looking for me? And why?“I'm on leave for a week and I told myself that your father didn't warn you.”Surprise? Yes, she was? Why didn't her father tell her a word? He was surely too annoyed. It would pass him.“My father didn't tell me anything though.”“You have been expelled from school and you are punished so I don't see why I have to come here if only to waste my time.”She made a circular movement with her eyes.Who did he think he was? The employee or the boss?“Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.”“And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilair
"But I want to"He did her a favor by taking her home and had not planned to put a finger on her. She was drunk and it would not be good for him to take advantage of the situation.In addition, if she continued to be capricious by treating him as the worst thing that could exist, he would say everything to her father.Finally, he had found a way to control her.Once she arrived, she kept saying a lot of things but he preferred to be deaf and lead her in the shower.“Fuck me.” She said in a breath as he was about to leave.“No”“Why?”“You are my boss's daughter.”“But I want it.”“Not me.”He clearly knew that he was making a superhuman effort to repel her, he had always wanted her.He left her in the shower and went to the kitchen to put a sleeping pill in a little juice so that she would fall asleep otherwise, he would end up committing the irreparable.Back in her room, she was completely naked, lying on the bed, he handed her the juice and made sure she drank everything, without t
"I would like you to make me feel the throes of desire"Surprised, Aaron hesitated and then eventually let her in, something he should not have done. He didn't think she was crazy but beyond coming so far, he didn't think she would get here.“Aren't you going to offer me a drink? You are very rude.”Was she the one who was talking about politeness? He couldn't believe his ears.“Don't go four ways, what can I do for you?”She saw him use a glass of Beaujolais, what a polite evil! He should have offered her at least a glass of water.She detailed it while he carried the glass to his mouth and detected some defects without being able to formulate them. His brown hair gave him an excellent presence.His impatience grew, translated into obvious signs, his watch that he was consulting, the other hand he waved inside his pocket, the jerky step, the eye looking in the distance.Hilary was staring at him. Their eyes crossed. A fraction of a second. Could he see the desire that was reflected i
You're sure everything is fineA few days later...Hilary was sitting at the self with Nana, none of them dared to say a word and it didn't happen often.Her punishment was lifted and she was back to school, even if she would have preferred to stay at home since Ganaëlsy would bring her the grades anyway.She had had her father's permission to use the latter's driver so that after what had happened the last time, all she wanted was never to see Aaron again in her whole life.There was a week left before her parents' return and at the height, her aunt Mike had come as planned to keep an eye on her.They all took her for a kid whether it was her parents who had asked the servants to watch her, the servants who took themselves for the chief of the place, her aunt who made dramas for nothing or Aaron..."Aaron" just thinking of him, she wanted to break everything in her path, a pity that she had to make a maximum effort to stay calm.She should never have gone to his house that day, not i
Hilary was more lost than ever, still unarring to understand what was happening, she decided to take a step, her heart beating, towards the lady who kept looking at her with a warm smile on her lips.“Good evening.”She launched in a small voice, her hands behind her back like a girl.Why didn't he warn her? Maybe she would be better prepared and now here is the result, she didn't know what to say or what to do. Already, she was angry with Aaron so she had better shut up so as not to say something she shouldn't have.A fifty-year-old appeared and Hilary concluded that he was Aaron's father, the resemblance was so striking.“Our son told us about you but I don't don't remember that he said you were so beautiful.”Said the latter after looking at him.It could be seen that he was very flirty in his youth.Hilary laughed and suddenly felt comfortable.She sat next to Aaron's mother since she insisted and watchedAaron with a murderous air.“Oh yes! I forgot to make the presentations. Hilary,
Oooh!"Aaron slid his boxer to his ankles, revealing his triumphant limb.He then took his time to put on the condom and suspended his gesture when he noticed the young woman's wide eyes fixed on his sex.Was she afraid of him?“Everything will be fine. I won't go quickly.”Did he try to reassure her?The fist clenched around the base of his penis, which was pulsing in his palm. He imagined the pleasure that the contact of his fingers, lips could give her... Oh yes, the young woman's language...He wanted to penetrate her now, he couldn't wait any longer.He was unable to detach his gaze from the young woman's thighs apart.Much too excited, he leaned over her. She was so beautiful and totally at his mercy.“Keep your arms above your head.”An expression of confusion painted on Hilary's face but she performed without protesting with such a docility that he felt her erection pulse violently between her thighs, both heavy and burning.When she kept her arms outstretched above her head, he
……“It is late young girl. Why are you only coming home now?”“Sorry auntie.”She says it looks falsely sorry.“I pity my cousins.”Her aunt behaved as if she were her real mother. No, but frankly, even her own mother never yelled at her every time she came back late from her best friend's house, "even if she wasn't really there but technically she should be there for her aunt. "“And who accompanied you? Please tell me that it is not your friend because she should come home to apologize for keeping you for so long.”Hilary thought for a moment that her head was going to explode, she couldn't stand it anymoreProvided that her parents come back. "These Two the" finally, two other burdens.“It was my driver who accompanied me back.”“What is his name already? Harry?Herby?”She laughed before correcting it.“It's Aaron.”I hope it won't be too late when your father realizes that he shouldn't have chosen a man as young as he is cute to be your driver. It is clear that he is inexperienced.
The limo pulled up to the familiar cobblestone driveway, its headlights illuminating the ivy-covered walls of their home. Hilaire Clinton, a man whose weathered face spoke of years spent navigating the world's complexities, looked at his wife, Jaina. Her eyes, still sparkling with the youthful spirit he'd fallen in love with all those years ago, reflected the warm glow of the porch light. "Home," he said, a smile softening his usually stern features. "It's good to be back."Jaina squeezed his hand, her touch a comforting reassurance after weeks spent on the road. "It is," she agreed, "but I do hope we can get back to a more normal routine. All this traveling is starting to wear on me."Hilaire chuckled, his deep laughter echoing in the quiet of the night. "We'll be back to our books and our gardens soon enough, my love. Promise." As they stepped out of the cab, the fragrant aroma of simmering stew wafted through the open front door, drawing them inside. The warmth of the house e
The days that followed were a blur of hospital visits, hushed conversations, and a growing sense of unease. Andro, his body battered but his spirit unbroken, lay in his hospital bed, his eyes focused on the woman who sat by his side, her hand gently clasped in his. Ganaesly, her heart filled with a mixture of love and relief, watched over him, her presence a soothing balm to his wounded soul."Ganaesly," he whispered, his voice raspy, his eyes filled with a deep and abiding love. "Will you marry me?"Ganaesly, her eyes widening in surprise, her heart pounding with a mixture of joy and disbelief, smiled, a radiant smile that lit up her face like a beacon of hope. "Yes, Andro," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, her tone laced with a mix of love and happiness. "Yes, I will."They embraced, their love for each other a powerful force, a healing balm, a beacon of hope in the midst of the darkness. They had been through so much together, had faced so many challenges, had end
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger, sat in the backseat of the car, her gaze fixed on the window, her mind racing with a sense of unease. The car was speeding through the night, the headlights cutting through the darkness, the windshield blurring with the onslaught of the night. She didn't know where they were going, what her father had planned, or what awaited her at the end of this perilous journey. "Dad, where are we going?" she asked, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a mix of apprehension and desperation. Hilaire, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his face a mask of stoicism, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a sense of determination, didn't answer her. He was silent, his mind consumed with his escape, his thoughts focused on his survival. He knew that he had to get away, that he had to disappear, that he had to outrun the law. "Dad?" Serena asked again, her voice a low murmur, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. "Please t
The phone call had severed the fragile thread of calm that had held Aaron together. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with a sense of dread. He knew he couldn't waste a moment. Serena was in danger. He had to get to her. He rushed out of his apartment, his feet pounding on the pavement, his mind filled with a sense of urgency. He had to find Hilary, she was the only one who could help him. He needed her help, her understanding, her support. He arrived at the Clintons' house, his breath catching in his throat as he rang the doorbell. He had never been in this house before, never seen it from the outside, never imagined himself standing on the doorstep of this opulent mansion. But now, he was here, driven by a sense of desperation, a sense of urgency, a sense of purpose.Hilary, her heart pounding with a mix of surprise and confusion, opened the door, her eyes widening in disbelief as she saw Aaron standing before her, his face etched with concern, his eyes fil
The opulent hall, once pulsating with a symphony of greed, was now a chaotic whirlwind of panic and fear. The auction, a sinister spectacle of human trafficking, had been abruptly halted by the sudden, unexpected arrival of the police. The air was thick with the scent of fear, a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air, as the attendees, their faces contorted in a mixture of shock and terror, scrambled for the exits.Andro, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mind racing, his heart pounding, saw the police swarming in, their faces determined, their guns drawn, their movements swift and precise. He knew that they had been tipped off, that someone had called them, that their operation had been exposed."We have to get out of here," he said, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a sense of urgency. "They're going to shut this place down."Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and fear, her eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding around them, felt a surge of adrenaline co
Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and a sense of apprehension, found herself alone in her hotel room, a sense of isolation and unease washing over her. Her father had just left, his presence lingering in the air, a silent reminder of the danger that surrounded them. He had come to inform her that he was going to work, a clandestine meeting, a secret rendezvous that he couldn't divulge. She had asked if she could accompany him, a desperate plea to be closer to the action, to witness the truth, but he had refused, his gaze cold and distant, his tone laced with a sense of finality.He had left without a word, his bodyguards and his assistant flanking him, their faces obscured by dark sunglasses, their steps purposeful and silent, their movements conveying a sense of urgency and a sense of danger. It was night, the city outside her window a blur of neon lights and shadows, the streets alive with a symphony of sounds that spoke of a hidden world, a world of secret
Days blurred into nights, a relentless cycle of deceit and subterfuge. Serena, consumed by her mission, oscillated between the guise of a dedicated intern and the clandestine pursuit of her father’s secrets. The weight of her betrayal pressed down on her, a constant, gnawing ache in her heart, yet she justified her actions as necessary, a means to an end, a path to justice.One evening, at precisely 8 pm, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of Aaron. He had requested a meeting, a need to speak to Serena, a sense of urgency in his voice that she couldn't ignore.She found him standing in her room, his gaze searching hers, a mixture of concern and passion in his eyes. He reached for her, his touch electrifying, and she surrendered to his embrace, a whirlwind of desire consuming them both. The kiss was a desperate plea for solace, a desperate attempt to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos that consumed their lives.Their bodies intertwined, seeking comfort and connection,
Serena stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to her meticulous preparation. Her first day at Hilaire's enterprise was upon her, and she had chosen an outfit that embodied both professionalism and a subtle hint of alluring confidence. She wanted to appear capable, intelligent, and ready to learn, but she also wanted to catch her father's eye, pique his interest, and subtly remind him of her presence.Her choice was a sleek black pencil skirt, its fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating her figure without being overly revealing. A crisp white blouse, tailored to perfection, adorned her upper body, its delicate lace collar adding a touch of femininity to her otherwise sharp attire. A black blazer, impeccably tailored, draped over her shoulders, completing the professional ensemble. She had chosen a pair of sleek black pumps, their heels adding a touch of height and sophistication to her silhouette. Her hair, usually worn in loose waves, was styled in a sophistica
Serena sat across from her father, Hilaire, at the grand mahogany table in the opulent dining room. The sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the polished silverware and the intricate floral arrangements. It was a scene of opulence, a tableau of power and wealth, a testament to Hilaire's success. But behind the facade of affluence, a silent battle raged, a war of secrets and deceit. Serena, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and determination, took a deep breath. "Dad," she said, her voice a low murmur, her tone conveying a sense of casual curiosity. "I've got nothing to do these days. I'm bored."Hilaire, his eyes widening in surprise, his brows furrowing in confusion, looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Bored?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "What do you mean, bored? You're a young woman with the world at your fingertips. You can do anything you want. Travel, shop, spend time with y
The opulent halls of the Clinton mansion, once a haven of luxury and warmth, had become a stage for a silent drama, a battleground for unspoken tensions. Days had passed since the confrontation between Hilary and Jaina, their once-close relationship now fractured, the air thick with unspoken resentment. Serena, her keen eyes observing the changing dynamics within the family, noticed the distance between Jaina and Hilary, a subtle shift in their interaction, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy fog. She sensed the unspoken pain, the simmering resentment, the simmering anger. Serena, though aware of the brewing storm, chose not to intervene. She felt it was not her place to intrude, to meddle, to impose herself on a situation that was deeply personal, deeply painful. She had her own battles to fight, her own challenges to overcome. She had her own life to live. But Jaina, her heart filled with a sense of frustration, her mind consumed by a sense of anger, coul