*Rose* “So… Eli tells me you’re bored,” Tristan says as he walks into my room the next day to take over his shift. He is carrying a large black bag, one I’ve seen before, the one he carries his toys in. I can’t help but grin at him. “Well, I have been locked up in my room for a while now.” “Yes,
“I sure hope you cleaned it since the last time you used it,” I mumble. “Of course! I would never use unsanitized toys, Rose,” he replies. “It sounds big,” I say with a cautious tone. “It is. It’s huge,” Tristan exclaims. For a moment, I think I should clarify that I’m talking about the toy, not
*Rose* Having sex with my men is always fun, but in between, I feel bored, and the fact that the babies are starting to get bigger means that I am getting bigger, too. I wonder how long it will take for me to be so big that sex is no longer comfortable at all. It probably won’t be long now, I thi
He takes his time, kissing me over and over again, rubbing his rough hands across my skin and setting it ablaze. The dress refuses to stay in place, and soon, my boobs are basically hanging out the top, which he takes advantage of. Reece massages my breasts, using his thumbs to rub my nipples into h
*Rose* “I am bored,” I sulk. Mark has brought me to his room. His bedroom has a beautiful window seat that faces the garden. I sit with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Although the window is open, and I can feel the night air against my skin, this doesn’t beat being physically outside. He u
I clasp my hands behind his head and look down into his blue eyes, which look more mischievous than usual. “Well jeez, so this is the Mark dance?” I begin bending just a little to join him on the ground. “Wait a minute. Mmm, you smell like cantaloupe,” he murmurs, mouth muffled against my inner th
*Mark* “It couldn’t have been bird’s poop. The stuff smelled like rancid egg fart in a jar. It soaked my hair and clothes. I had to shampoo my hair ten times just to get the smell off me. There was someone up there playing a sick prank on me.” I try to stifle my laughter as I pass Emily’s room. Sh
I can’t help but frown, wondering what the reason for that would be. I don’t have to voice my inquiry, as Tristan explains, “It’s apparently because he says menstruating women have loads of drama. He now orders all of the female servants to stay on active birth control pills throughout their tenure