After Kate left, I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole mess with Robert. Her words had stirred something inside me, and now I was stuck with this uneasy feeling gnawing at my mind. I had this deep urge to stop Michael from taking things too far with Robert, but I had no idea how to do it.Whenever Michael was around, I felt like I was just going along with whatever he wanted. He had this way of controlling everything, even the smallest details of my life. When we first met, he didn’t even let me go to school unless he gave the okay. I had to check in with him about everything, even simple things like going out.I glanced at the clock, feeling a knot in my stomach. There wasn’t much time left before Michael would be back, like he always was, right on time.What was I supposed to do? If I told him about Robert, or worse, if I tried to stick up for Robert, I just knew Michael would lose it. And then Kate? She’d probably get caught up in it too. Michael might even forbid us from seeing
At this point, I knew there was no turning back. I had to commit to what I’d started, no matter how much it made my face flush with embarrassment.I placed one hand on my chest, squeezing gently to emphasize the curve of my breast, making sure Michael noticed. With my other hand, I lifted the already short skirt, slowly trailing my fingers along the inside of my thigh, teasing him with a glimpse of what lay beneath.I felt like I was crossing a line, seducing Michael in a way that made me feel both powerful and deeply ashamed. The idea that I was using my body to get what I wanted from him made my head spin with a mix of emotions—part excitement, part guilt.A small part of me wanted to stop everything, to run to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. But another part, a more daring part, refused to back down. I wanted to conquer Michael, to make him lose control because of me, to make him see me as irresistible. This time, I was going to be the one in control.I could see it in hi
Michael’s grip on my legs was firm, and I had no choice but to lean back into the chair as he held me there. Our bodies were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him, seeping through the thin fabric of my outfit. It was like being near a live fire, the warmth and intensity of his presence igniting something primal within me. My senses were overwhelmed by his scent, the heady mix of power and desire swirling around us.His words cut through the air, laced with both teasing and command. “Whose little servant dares to enter the master’s bedroom without permission?”Even as he spoke, his hands didn’t hesitate. His knee nudged forward, pushing my skirt up higher until it revealed everything. I felt a rush of cool air against my exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat coming from Michael. His eyes locked onto my most intimate parts, and I could feel my body responding, a flush of embarrassment coloring my cheeks as a small, involuntary tremor coursed through me.I couldn’t
Michael’s fingers explored my most intimate places, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The warmth and wetness between my legs intensified with each movement, and I felt my body tightening around his finger, clinging to it as if afraid to let go. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of cold and heat that left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest.I watched as Michael’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers moved with a deliberate slowness, teasing me as they pressed against my inner walls, sliding in and out with a rhythm that drove me wild. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips, my free leg curling up instinctively as if to shield myself from the intensity of the sensations.Michael’s touch became firmer, more insistent, as he focused on the place where my labia met my inner folds. I realized what he was about to do, and a thrill of both fear and anticipation shot through me. My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat as I
Michael’s gaze bore down on me, intense and unwavering, as he studied my reaction. I was utterly spent, my body still trembling from the lingering waves of pleasure. My legs were splayed open, unable to close, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the remnants of my release slowly trickling down, adding to the wetness between my thighs.It was as if I had been drained of all strength, my mind clouded by the sheer intensity of what had just happened. My vision blurred, and for a moment, everything felt distant, almost unreal. When I finally regained some sense of awareness, I found myself being lifted from the chair, Michael’s strong arms carrying me to the bed.A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were dark with restrained desire. The look he gave me was enough to send another shiver down my spine. I glanced down, and there it was—his arousal, unmistakably evident, straining against the fabric of his suit pants. The sight made my breath hitch, and I coul
"Push your chest out," Michael's voice was low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine.I hesitated for a moment before complying, pressing my chest forward, letting my hardened nipples brush against his lips. Michael accepted them eagerly, his mouth enveloping one as if it were the sweetest treat. His lips were cool, but his tongue was a searing contrast, tracing circles around the sensitive bud. He sucked hungrily, the sound wet and lewd, as if he couldn’t get enough.A tremor ran through my body, but despite the intensity of the sensation, my mind remained strangely clear. This was Michael—my mate, my lover. My heart pounded, each beat growing louder, faster, as if it were trying to synchronize with the rhythm of Michael’s mouth. I was both frightened and exhilarated by the way he devoured me, his rough movements a thrilling reminder of his strength and dominance. But beneath the primal fear was a deep-seated comfort in his presence, the intoxicating scent of my mate wrappin
Despite how wet I was, the sensation of Michael's fingers inside me was still intense, bordering on discomfort. My body tightened around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust, his breath hitching as he reveled in my response. His eyes, filled with a fierce desire, bore into me, claiming me with every movement.Michael remained silent, his focus entirely on my reactions. His fingers delved deeper, more insistent, driving me wild with a mix of pleasure and frustration. This was unlike anything I’d experienced with him before—his usual quickness abandoned for a slow, torturous build-up that left me aching for more. He had been poised on the brink of entering me since my first orgasm, yet he held back, his endurance a test of my patience.The sound of my wetness filled the room, each squelch a reminder of how close I was to the edge, yet never quite reaching it. The pleasure was overwhelming, a constant wave that never crested, leaving me trembling with need. My hands found their way t
My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he