“Now, turn around. Focus on her and keep watching.” His tone left no room for argument, I turned my head back to the stage and watched the girl dance seductively until the music came to an halt. “Is that all?” I asked as I turned to face him once again. “Keep your eyes on the stage,” he simply replied. I swallowed and turned my head back to look at the girl again, she was done dancing but she didn’t leave the stage and I wondered why. As if reading my thoughts, two men walked out of the shadows and got on the stage with the woman. She pulled down the little piece of clothing she was wearing and stood there with the cloth around her waist and in her heels, the men walked closer to her and I turned to look at Damien, my chest heaving and my body burning. By the time our eyes collided after his eyes roamed every inch of me, I was a wanton mess of lust and it left a trail of blazing fire on my skin. The flames burned high to the point where it was suffocating when he spoke up in
The man whispered something in her ear while she stared into my eyes and I stilled as she boldly cupped her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. My own hardened into painful nubs, seeking friction, and I shifted restlessly when the man pushed two fingers in her pussy to the hilt in one savage thrust, making her cry out. The other man had undressed and was now stroking his dick slowly and I felt hot all over. “Touch me,” I pleaded, shocking myself. “No,” Damien replied. Meanwhile, the man drove his fingers into her with a ruthless speed and I felt my own walls clench on thin air, needing to be filled by Damien’s fingers urgently. The rougher he got with her, the higher my lust climbed. My mind screamed for the man to just fuck her and I didn’t recognize my inner voice. Why was I loving it so much? I never knew I had a voyeur kink and it was better than any fantasy I could have ever had, obliterating all the others. “Please, daddy.” “Bad girl,” he tsksed, grabbing my hand
“Yes. Only you, daddy.” He affirmed my words by pushing his tongue inside my mouth and kissed me deeply. My toes curled at the violent aggression in each swipe and suck of his lips. The world disappeared until all I felt was him. His strength, his scent, and his possessive touch, anchored me to him. I sought his mouth when he pulled away from me with a dark smirk. He was intentionally tormenting me, believing he had all the power just because he told me not to touch myself. However, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to bend the rules to their favor. Two could play this game. Staring into his eyes, which narrowed when I took his wrist still gripping my breast possessively, I inched it lower over my stomach. Without pausing, I slid it farther down and slipped it underneath my dress, and I sighed in pleasure just as I press his fingers against my wet pussy. “Amanda,” he warned, inhaling sharply. Uncaring if anyone stared, I pushed his finger between my folds and whined in frustra
“You didn’t come.” “I’m not done with you.” He smirked before his eyes trailed to the stage. “You’re next.” “What do you mean by I’m next?” I asked him, confusion evident in my voice. “You and I are going to go on that stage and fuck in front of everyone,” he replied smugly and I swallowed nervously. I quickly got up and sat down properly, the noise of the people around us drowning in as my heart started pounding loudly against my chest. I looked straight at the stage and I could see that the dancer and the two men that were with her were already gone and the stage was empty, probably because I was meant be there. I couldn’t do this, I had never thought of something like that so why would I just decide to do it, I was going to tell him no and leave. Damien was still looking at me but he walked to sit in the chair opposite me. He had a calm expression on his face like he always did, his presence comforted me but at the same unnerved me. He leaned back against the chair, took
“Now, let’s go.” “Are you sure you want to do this with me?” I asked him one last time, trying to find an excuse to not go even when my body begged me to go. “Of course I am, and I know you’re ready for this.” I wasn’t sure if that was true, but I nodded anyway, letting him lead me out of the booth. The room seemed to shift around us as we moved, the curious gazes of the patrons following our every step. My heart raced, each beat echoing in my ears as Damien guided me toward the stage. The space transformed as we approached, the lights dimming further to cast a spotlight on the stage. I looked around a bit before my eyes landed on something that was on the corner and I let out a small gasp as goosebumps spread across my body. There were four smaller viewing rooms with glass walls with couples inside having sex in threes and fours. It was a mating of hard cocks claiming the women’s pliable bodies. Some were getting nailed by two men at the same time. The ecstasy on their faces, viv
“Because-“ I gasped as the head of the cock pushed into me. “Because?” His voice was husky as he eased it out, only to press it smoothly back in. I swallowed hard. “Because I don’t need it.” “Why don’t you need it anymore, baby?” “I have-“ He twisted it inside me, and I inhaled sharply. “I h- have you.” Damien’s eyes flared wide, satisfaction etching itself across every line of his face. “That’s right. You have me,” he said, his voice a dark bass growl. For a few minutes, our gazes are locked together but he looks away, his eyes dropping to where I was stretched around the toy. He was moving faster now, burying the length of it inside me with every stroke. It felt so good, but it was not him. “Please, daddy.” He didn’t acknowledge my plea. “Your pussy looks incredible filled with this cock. I could do this for hours.” “I want you.” But my hips were moving now, riding the toy as he thrusted it into me. The pressure grew inside me and I was almost there, but I needed more. Somet
The next day, I woke up very relaxed and with a calm feeling. The smile on my face was bright and I looked forward to work today. I took my bath, dressed up for work, I ate a little breakfast which was Indian and made my way to the office. When I walked into the office, I still had the bright smile on my face. Flashbacks from the night I had Damien flashed across my mind and it was like anything I ever felt in my whole life. It was so intense and he made me feel so desired, wanted, seen even. I had power and at the same time I was dominated, it was so amazing. The elevator dinged when it got to my floor and I immediately pushed the thoughts away as I walked out of the elevator and to my desk, greeting and nodding politely at my coworkers as I rushed to settle down. The activities in the offices were normal as usual with the phone ringing, the tapping of keyboards and just usual gossips here and there. But something felt… off. The vibe in the office felt weird and off, it was tense an
I was now calm and I had resumed my work from the previous day. I was still reviewing the documents and trying to finish it fast so I could focus on other tasks that I had to complete before the ends of the day. My mind kept returning to what had happened earlier today in front of everyone and I was trying to get it out of my head head when Ryan barged into my office. He closed the door violently behind him and I feared that he would break the glass. I raised my head from the documents to look at him and I could tell he was beyond angry, he jaw was clenched and his nose was red from anger as if he was about to beat the shot out of someone who had offended him. “Amanda, what the actual fuck?” He asked through clenched teeth. “What the hell did you say to Becca?” I leaned back in my chair, keeping my face neutral. “Good day to you too, Mr Ryan,” I said curtly, my voice intentionally sounding uninterested. He slammed his hand on my desk, making the papers on the table fly up before
Andre ahead shown up at my door few hours later just like he had promised. During that time, I had scattered my house and searched for the documents again but it was still the same result. I was tired, frustrated and panicking. I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t wrap my mind around all that had happened. I didn’t know why I kept fearing that something bad- something big was going to happen. Something that’d break me and everything I ever had my trust in. I was currently sitting on the couch in the living room and the soft hum of the TV was barely a distraction as Andrew paced back and forth across my apartment, his brow furrowed in concentration. The thoughts that someone might have been watching me and even trailing me still haunted my mind and I just couldn’t get oh over that fact, even though the weren’t here right now and had accomplished their mission.I felt stupid and mad at myself, I couldn’t explain why but I kept baling myself for everything. Only if I had been more
Ryan I could believe this was what my life had turned out to be. I, Ryan, arrested and cuffed in front of everyone back at the firm. I was disgraced and my dignity and the respect I got from everybody was stripped off me in one moment. This wasn’t how I had planned my life, heck I had dreams of something- anything better than the situation I was currently in. Cloris had sworn that no one would find out, she had assured me countless time that she had the backing of Damien and whatever I did was going to be done without an hitch. I was stupid to have believed her, I was stupid to have done everything I did without covering my tracks properly because if I had been more careful I wouldn’t be here. The police had taken me to the hospital and treated the wound from the gun shot, after they were assured by the doctored that I was fine, they had cuffed me again and brought me to the satisfying. They stripped me off my clothes and gave me what I would normally never wear even if I was ou
Walking through the hallway of the firm was weird and I couldn’t still get over the way everyone was looking at me. It seemed that they were both proud of me and in shock that I could truly expose Ryan. Except from the way he had always acted out at the office, they didn’t know of Ryan’s dealings. I was supposed to feel relieved and happy that I had finally gotten rid of the person who put me through so much, the ones who made life miserable and even had the audacity to threaten me and that I had succeeded in my plan but all I felt was emptiness. My heart was aching and my chest tightened while Andrew held on to me as we walked past the gathered employees, they were whispering as usual but I couldn’t care less. I ignored their words and all I wanted to do was get out of there. This was going to be my last time in the firm and I was never going to step into it, so, I might as well deal with their reactions and get it behind me. Each step I took was heavy and the exit felt too far a
“You want to know why, Ryan?”“Yes. I want to,” he replied, his face still red with both anger and embarrassment. “I want to know why you have it out for me when all I ever did was try to befriend you.”I slightly bent my head, a cold smile curling at my lips as I looked at him dead in the eyes. . “Next time, make sure my body completely burns in the fire, Ryan,” I said, my voice steady, almost taunting. “It might save you some trouble.”The room fell silent and I watched him go pale. Realization washed over him and his eyes widened in shock, he looked at me from head to toe, taking in my form. For a moment, I saw him for the pathetic and desperate man that he truly was. One of the board members dialed the number for the police and told them what was happening. He also asked that they got here in time because both Ryan and Cloris had high tendency of trying to run. “How is that even possible?” He asked no on in particular, his eyes still wide. “I made sure-““You were so focused on
I walked out Damein’s office, not sparing him another look as I went in search of Andrew. I prayed silently and hoped that Damien hadn’t seen him, I didn’t want him to be affected by something of my own doing nor did I want him to lose his job because he had decided to help me out. When I was sure that I was out of sight and Dameon couldn’t see me, I pulled the documents I had gathered in his office out of my cloth where I had hidden it, letting out a sigh of relief and thankful that everything was still intact. I turned the corner and searched for Andrew but he was nowhere to be found. I assumed he had left so I made way for the elevator. When I entered into the elevator and as it descended, my mind was still racing with everything that had happened. I was tired and numb and I couldn’t think straight, no matter how much I tired to wrap my mind around what I had found out, it just wasn’t making any sense. The elevator dinged when it got to the ground floor, the door sliding open
Immediately Amanda walked out of my office, I was left alone to my thoughts and the reality of things came crashing down on me. I angrily punched the wall, Les ing a gaping hole in it before I walked out of the office. I had come back to the office because I had left some important files that I needed for a del behind, I had to go through them that night so I had planned to quickly get them and go back home but I was met with something else. Amanda was my best friends daughter. I had been sleeping and messing around with my brother’s daughter. And she?She only came back to use me to get revenge. She had lied to me and deceived me.I had left the office when I was sure she was gone and I headed home, feeling hurt and angry at the same time. I didn’t even know I had gotten home in one piece because I was driving like a mad man, barely escaping hitting cars. Memories of the conversation we had- the way she had confronted me and accused me of killing her father without even getting
“Amanda,” he warned through clenched teeth, his voice low and filled with menace, “do not push me.”His closeness to me sent tingles spreading across my body and my skin burned from where he was holding on to me but, I refused to let my heart win over my brain. I wasn’t going to back down so easily. “Why are you being so defensive over this little thing? It’s just a picture frame,” I said, my voice trembling. “What are you hiding?”“I’m not hiding anything and you have no right to question me,” he replied me, his voice coldly calm. “But, you have crossed a line that I had drawn between us long ago, Amanda. You shouldn’t be here.”His words stung, but I refused to let it show. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp and held the photograph up between us. “Then explain this,” I said, my voice cracking. “Explain why you have a picture of him. Explain why-““Enough!” He snapped, his voice echoing through the empty and silent room. I jumped a little at how loud his voice was, my breath caug
Damien stood in the doorway, eyeing me suspiciously and I just stood there stunned, and unmoving as I felt my heart fall into my stomach. Damien narrowed his eyes at me, staring at me suspiciously. The room was dimly lit and his frame looked frightening as he walked further into the room and made way for me. The air seemed to thicken and I instantly started feeling suffocated. The air on my neck stood and I felt my stomach twist into knots with every step Damien took. Had Andrew not seen him? Had he sent me a text and I was too lost in thought to hear the notification? Where was Andrew now?Different questions I had no nadeers too swirled in my head as he kept getting closer to me. He stopped few inches away from me and his eyes locked on mine, void of any emotion as he finally spoke up. What are you doing here? Why are you in my office, Amanda?” He asked, his voice low and clipped but I could hear the slight irritation in them. I didn’t mind, I missed hearing his voice so much,
But as I was about turning around and walking out of the office, my eyes fell on something.I froze in my tracks, the air suddenly heavier around me. My gaze locked onto the photograph on the shelf, an image that seemed out of place among the neatly arranged books and polished wood. It wasn’t the frame that caught my attention but the two men captured within it.I walked closer to the table and saw that the men looked familiar. Realization dawned on me as it clicked that one of the men in the picture was my father, younger and healthier than I remembered. His usual easy smile looked forced, his arm slung around a man I immediately recognized.Damien.The Damien I knew was hardened, closed off, and brooding. But here, in this picture, he looked different- vulnerable, almost normal. He was smiling as he stared at the camera with a carefree expression on his face. His face carried an innocence I had never seen before, and it unsettled me. What is a picture of my father doing here in Dam