Enora:I was up early the next morning. My alarm rang, and I rolled out of bed. I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't particularly tired, but who wouldn't want to stay in such a cozy bed for a few more minutes?As I had my bath, I thought of yesterday evening. It was the first time I had seen Mr. Wright laugh as he showed me how to scoop out the lobster meat with a lobster fork. I giggled slightly to myself as I remembered how fun it was to crack the lobster's claws.For the first time, I wasn't scared or nervous around him. If anything, he didn't even act like a rich, stuck-up businessman. He was…different.As I got out of the shower and wrung out my hair with a towel, my inner voice scolded me disappointedly."You are supposed to be mad at him, not laughing and having a good time. He might have been the first guy to get in your pants but I think every sensible girl draws the line at bodily injury during sex."My mood was immediately dampened. I sighed and searched the wardrobe for something to
Enora Hell no! No…freaking…way!I sized her up with pre-cooked hate. She was tall and slender, curvy in all the right places. My breasts and butt looked like oranges compared to hers. Her face was beautifully round and her eyes…they were the deepest shade of green I had ever seen. The sun gently bathed her face and they seemed to glimmer like emeralds. Her hair was brown, wavy, and silky, reaching the small of her back, accentuating her perfect hips.My face was envy-green and I shrunk back. Why did I feel so ugly all of a sudden? I always thought I was a good seven or eight of ten but compared to her…a one or two.“Yes. Ms. Catherine did mention you. I was actually just talking to my assistant about the gala as well.”Those green eyes of hers turned to me and I felt my body stiffen. She smiled and her pearly white teeth flashed at me. I would probably need to shield my eyes. I was certain that they weren’t veneers.I turned to Mr. Wright and it was then I realized that all eyes wer
Enora:I headed back to the office. My stomach churned. I wanted to palm myself in the face.The nightmares. I knew they hadn't stopped but I didn't expect him to hear them. For a rich penthouse, I expected the rooms to be more soundproof–a big thumbs down for architectural prowess.My head was lowered as I went back to my assigned office space. The whispers and stares didn't matter as much as they did to me anymore. Everyone could say whatever they wanted. I didn't care."Ouch!"I looked up, rubbing my forehead in pain."Miss Crystal. I didn't see you there."She scowled. Her perfect nose looked a little more witchy up close. Who knew?"I bet you didn't," she said acidly. "Might I recommend you a good optician so that you can get your eyes checked?"And with that, she stormed off. I scoffed. She was bitter that she wasn't going to the gala with Mr. Wright. I didn't blame her and I didn't care either. She could be as sour as a lemon for all I cared.I marched upstairs and soon reached
Nathan:I saw the nervous expression cloud her face as she walked towards me. With a nod, Mr. Alejandro left us alone and we walked quietly around the store.A sigh escaped my lips. I owned this place and the stares from the female workers got old very fast. Enora had her head bowed low, walking quietly by my side. I wanted to be mad at her for leaving me at the restaurant but I couldn’t bring myself to.She weakened me, tore down my defenses. It was an unusual feeling, nevertheless, some chastising was in order and I would get down to it once I knew what I wanted to know.“Have you seen anything you like?” I said to her, attempting to make small talk and ease her fears.She shook her head, without raising it. Another sigh escaped her lips. Her nervousness, fear, and anger all appealed to me. It was maddening.We stopped at a section and I pulled out a bright red dress from the hangers. She lifted her head slowly.“The quality is amazing,” I said dryly.It was hard to be enthusiastic.
Enora:He stood there looking at me hungrily. I could feel the passion building up inside me as well. He hadn’t touched me for days frankly, I wanted him to. I didn’t have my nightmares when I was with him. I noticed it the day we first had sex. It was comfortable just lying against his chest. His warm body, his strong beating heart. Everything about him was…comforting.He reached his hands out and stroked my cheeks. I flinched at first but soon, I relaxed into his touch. His palm was soft and smelled of nice fragrant hand cream.He pulled me in close and I felt his bulge rub against me while he let out a deep groan.“I am not the best with apologies but I need you Enora.”Before I could say anything, his lips swooped on mine and seized me into the deepest kiss. He tastes fresh and minty. His tongue slipped into mine and soon, my knees were buckling beneath me. He tasted amazing. Fuck. I wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t believe I had not had him for this long.“Enora…”He pulled
Enora: I was in the kitchen with the ingredients. Honestly, I have no idea why I decided to blurt out about cooking but here we were. The ripe red tomatoes in the corner were staring at me. It was a basic Italian pasta dish. Nothing too serious. I had pulled off more difficult recipes but nothing with a hot boss standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. “You do know what you are doing, right?” I spun around and was slightly offended. Was he trying to insinuate that I wasn’t sure what I was doing? Rude! “I can manage, thank you very much. It is just pasta. That’s like Italian 101.” He chuckled and shook his head. That infectious smile of his. I would never get tired of it. He pulled a high stool and sat down and I got to work, trying my best to keep my knees under me. Come on, Enora. You can do this. Where are the pots? Pots clanged together as I rummaged through the cupboard. I had to find the right size. Ahah! I pulled out a big saucepan. Pristine and polished, reflect
Enora: His other hand slid down my arm and made me drop the bowl of chicken on the counter. “Mr. Wright, I…” “Nathan. I want you to call me Nathan, Enora.” His arm grabbed my waist gently and he spun me around. His eyes were dark and hungry, brimming with lust and passion. I swallowed hard. “Nathan…” Calling him by his first name was weird. “...I… I don’t think…” “Please stop thinking, Enora.–” He pulled me close to him and his erection pressed against my tummy. My face was a new shade of pink and my breathing was rapid. “–I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.” His hands ran across my face, my cheeks came alive and a shudder rippled through my body. It was such a small place but the feeling… “I want you to feel what I do to you. I have been watching you and I know that you want me but you have been pushing me away. Why?” It was like I had been doused with cold water. “You know why,” I said, with slight anger, pushing him away and increasing the gap between us. “I
Enora: The shower was refreshing. I had tossed my clothes into the laundry basket and my ripped underwear lay limp on the bathroom sink—a memento of the crazy experience I had just had. My sex still tingled and throbbed. The good kind, though. I could still hear his voice in my ears. The way he called my name and glorified my body.I had nevr felt prettier. It was enough to make me feel like a goddess. My lips tugged at the sides. I hoped the dry cleaning lady wouldn’t think anything of my clothes. I had always done my laundry on my own and frankly, this wouldn’t have been a problem. As I got out of the shower, my cool thoughts were interrupted and I was in slight disarray. Did I forgive him too easily? I wasn’t even in the right headspace. He was touching me and I wasn’t thinking straight and everything was out of control. I plopped myself down on the bed and dried myself off. I was such a fool. He kissed me and I forgave him. That was it. My hand smacked my forehead. I didn’t k
Enora:The sound of swishing water filled my ears and my body felt wet. Well, wetter than usual.My eyes fluttered open slowly. Where was I? Oh, my God! Was this a tub? I was in a tub?I raised my hand and the warm water splashed and trickled. How did I get…The door opened and my heart skipped a beat but soon, I calmed down.“Mr. Wright.”“Enora, how are you feeling?” he asked with a smile.I was silent for a while but soon my jaw dropped. It was all coming back to me so clearly. The vibrator, the sex, the bed. I was fucked till I passed out!My eyes narrowed on him in anger, trying to hide the embarrassment that was slowly creeping up on my face.“You could have killed me!” I whined angrily.He pulled a chair and sat down next to the tub, slowly taking in my soaked body.“And as I remember, Miss Lopez, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”I wanted to say something but my mouth clamped shut. There was nothing to say and I wasn’t going to lie either. I mean, I loved the sex but I did
Enora:My voice broke out. My legs trembled and my body fought to escape this crushing pleasure. It was too much for me—more than I could handle.The vibrating, the thrusting. I was nearly at my limit. My legs didn’t obey me, they only listened to him and I loved it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.“You feel so good, Enora. So tight and warm.”His hands wrapped around my throat as he went deeper and deeper. I continued to scream, to wail. My entire body was suffering under the weight of it all. The room was spinning around me as I was slowly dragged into the feel of his body.“Ahhhhhnnnn! Please…”He chuckled and gripped me a little tighter and thrust a little harder.“Now you’re begging. Beautiful. You didn’t seem to be begging earlier.”My eyes filled with tears. My legs were immobile and as much as I wanted to wrap my hands around him, to pull him close and feel his warm body, I couldn’t. It hurt, not having an outlet for all this. I wanted to touch him. This was torture.“Tell m
Nathan:She looked beautiful, blindfolded and bound.I watched her squirm in anticipation. Her breathing was shallow and quick. The cuffs looked beautiful on her wrists. I made sure to make sure they were looser this time."How long have you been planning this?" She whimpered, as I locked the other end of her cuffs to the bed."For a while, little one. You wanted to live here and you pushed the inevitable forward."Her lips turned down at the corners."I didn't push anything," she whined.A smile curled my lips and I ran my fingers down her face, watching a shiver run down her spine."If you didn't push this, I can stop if you want. You just have to say the safe word."Her lips clamped shut and her chest rose and fell as I dragged my fingers further down her soft body, teasing her through her clothes."Are ready for me, kitten?"She gulped and nodded. My teeth tugged at my lower lip.Perfect. Fuck! I have been waiting for this all day. I could wait a little more though. Seeing her lik
Enora:My heart skipped a beat. I was in trouble? For what? What did I do wrong?He pulled me in closer. I gasped as I felt how hard he was. My face burned as blood rushed to my face.No. I couldn’t. I couldn’t…“Do you want me, Enora,” he whispered, running his fingers down my face, enjoying me shudder at his touch.I couldn’t let him touch me. It was logical. I was trying to escape this… this… entanglement but my body… It screamed for him. It craved for him. Desires that had been lying dormant for days burned in the depths of my soul and I could feel my control slowly slipping through my fingers.“I won’t touch without your permission,” he added, his eyes burning even more as he took in my face, his teeth nibbling at his lower lips, instinctively reminding me of his taste.“I… I…”He seized my lips again and groaned deeply. My body gave in to his touch.Dominant, possessive.My thighs clenched so tight that I groaned. My bud tingled and I could feel my underwear getting wetter and w
Erica:My lips turned down at the corners. I could only imagine what was going through that mind of his. He was being strange. I saw the way he shifted in his seat and groaned under his breath. Outside the fact that he had changed the locks to my office, he seemed a little bit on edge.His questions about Anthony were expected but I couldn’t help but worry that something else was going on and he wasn’t telling me. Maybe I should warn Anthony. The last thing I would want is for him to be hurt by Mr. Wright. I still dreaded the kick he received at the bar it was terrifying to think about.The car soon stopped in a lush neighbourhood. The sounds of the city had faded into the distance and I could hear the light rush of the ocean.I took a deep breath and savoured the salty tang in the air. This was such a beautiful place. I wondered where the condo was going to be.I could feel the grin on my face widening even though I fought hard to keep myself under control. This was so exciting!“We
Nathan:It was three o'clock. Finally! Looking through all these papers was getting boring.Finally, it was all over. I stood up and groaned. My cock hurt so bad. Blue balls all morning and I didn't even have time to relieve myself.I checked the time again. It was two minutes past three. Enora should have been here.Did I always have to come and drag her from her office? What was she doing this time?I grabbed my phone and left my office. My expression was grim and dark. So help her if I found my Manager idling away in her...I forced her door open and she coughed."Enora!"She coughed violently and began to bang her fists on the table. Her eyes were watering and she was wheezing loudly.Fuck!I rushed to her side and began to slam my palm on her back. She was fucking choking! What the hell was she even eating?!"Easy, kitten. Easy"I smacked her a little more and soon, a piece of bread shot out of her mouth.On the table was a half-eaten turkey sandwich. How the hell did she even
Enora:My heart skipped a beat. He was serious about what he said. I could see it in his eyes.He flashed me a small smile and disappeared, leaving me all alone in the boardroom.My heart was racing, and my thighs were so tightly clenched together that I had a cramp, and after a while, I was stuck that way.Well, I guess I wasn't going to have dinner with my friends. What a way to start the day!It took a while, but the feeling in my legs soon returned, and I stood up on wobbly legs. This was so embarrassing. This was more than enough evidence that I needed a break from this man. No one was supposed to have this much control over my body.It took a while, but I was soon able to get my legs to work, and I left the room. I had to edit this minute and send it in for filing. I was certain that I would have a lot more work on my table as soon as I got back to my office. It was always a busy day for me at least the pay and perks were worth all the trouble. And I was going to get a condo!As
Enora:I arrived at the meeting just in time to shoot Mr. Wright a death glare before his clients came in.He raised an eyebrow, puzzled but didn't have time to say much as he stood to shake hands with his clients."Mr. Tyler, a pleasure."Mr. Tyler returned the compliments and offered me his hand as well. I took it graciously, smiling as I took in his neat and trimmed face.He was African American, but my gosh, he was good-looking. Muscular with smooth chocolate skin, a sharp-cut beard and a moustache with a lovely fade to his hair.As I pulled my hands away, I felt my fingers graze something cold. It was a split second but I saw it before it disappeared into Mr. Tyler's lap.He was married. I saw the gold wedding band.I smiled warmly. Of course, he was. He looked amazing. His wife was so lucky to have someone like him.As I opened my laptop, my mind wandered. It was a weird thought, but what if Mr. Wright asked me to marry him?I would be Bridget's stepmom. That would be so weird.
Enora:I could barely sleep. I finished my work and was lying awake in bed till the early hours of the morning.What the hell has happened? Why did Mr. Wright suddenly change his mind? Why did this feel… strange? Something was wrong. This was exciting news but I could feel that I was missing something. Something important.By the time I woke up, I had missed my alarm and was thirty minutes late.Shit! Shit! Shit!I had a meeting I needed to attend with Mr. Wright and now I was late.I dashed into the bathroom and had an ice-cold shower. The leftover sleep in my eyes vanished, and I felt bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. That was better.Brush teeth? Check. Suit? Check.My eyes scouted around the room to check if there was anything that I had forgotten. I looked myself over in the mirror. If I ga woken up earlier, I would have had time to properly do my hair. I hoped I looked okay for the meeting. I closed my eyes briefly and prayed silently for a normal meeting and not one with a creep li