- KILLIAN - Someone knocks on my door. I look up. I really hope it’s not one of the professors or school staff. Worst case scenario, it’s Lorelai. “Come in.” Someone pushes the door forward gently and a figure pops out from the side sheepishly. She finally lets her full body to my sight and I
- HAZEL - The urge to leave class isn’t there. I’m scared. I don’t know who took that picture and how much the person knows. The last thing I want is the whole dorm knowing my secret. I sniff. My head is sunk in my arms which are folded over my table. I’m the only one in the hall. I’ve been the
- KILLIAN - “Find everything you can and kill the story.” I say on the phone. Sat comfortably on the chair in front of my bed table while completely exhausted mentally, is me. My fingers not accompanying my phone to my ears pinch the start of my nose then creeps down to the bridge. On a usual d
- HAZEL - “I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere different. I call it my pleasure room.” Those words still echo in my ears, minutes after. Hanging over his body with one hand supporting my ass is me. He carried my weight with him up the stairs like I weigh nothing. That is nice but my wickedness
“Look up.” Killian says. His tone holds power. The ‘do not defy me’ kind. I crane my head up. “Yes sir.” I mutter. He makes his way in front of me. “Good girl.” Killian says, keeping his eyes fixed on my body. “Turn.” I turn. “Now take your jeans off.” I feel my cheeks redden. He wants to have a
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUBTLE BDSM AND MAY BE CONSIDERED TRIGGERING. IF BDSM IS NOT FOR YOU, YOU CAN SKIP IT AS IT WON’T AFFECT THE FLOW OF THE STORY. - KILLIAN - I hold a whip, circling her naked body with lust oozing out my mind. A groan stifles out my throat at the sight of her this way. I
I can still feel a liquid tickle down my body and I can feel him lick everything off. Every single thing till the cold tinge that my body gets accustomed to is his tongue. I writhe, trying to move my hand. A gasp leaves my lips at the force that holds my body in place. “Moving won’t help you, kit
The feathery thing slides up my neck. I can feel his breath rest on my skin but not his touch. I can feel him all over my body all at once but I don’t know where he’s at. Not knowing when he’ll touch me or which place he would has my pussy electrifying. The uncertainty is a good kind of pleasure.