Mr. Mattias pulled up in front of my house, and I was seated right beside him in the passenger seat. I sat there speechless, unable to utter a word. Not back at the office, not on the way here. It was as though I had lost the ability to speak.I honestly didn't blame myself. Not after being fucked over and over again, not wanting it to end. Thinking of it at that moment had already gotten my pussy to throb.I needed to go inside; I needed to think about whatever had just happened. Leaving my house that morning, I hadn't expected to meet Mr. Mattias as the boss. And not just that—I hadn't expected to be brutally fucked by him, either.Don't get me wrong; I had totally enjoyed every bit of it. But a part of me still wondered if I had made the right choice. A part of me still wondered if I should fully open up my heart to him again.The past few months had been heart-shattering. The last thing I wanted at that moment was to regret letting him back in.I knew my parents still weren't goi
We sat across from each other at the dining table. The smell of baked chicken filled the air.I watched Mr. Mattias take a bite; he shut his eyes, as if savoring not just the meal but the moment itself. A small smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a warmth spread through me, realizing how much I missed these simple, intimate dinners.“Delicious,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’ve always had a way with food.”I chuckled softly, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. “It’s just chicken, but I’m glad you like it.”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze intense. “It’s not just the chicken. It’s you, Shimma. It’s being here with you. I’ve missed this—I’ve missed us.”I could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes, an urgency that made my heart race.“I’ve missed us too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But you know there are things we need to address… the past, the future.”He straightened, his expression sh
MR. MATTIAS'S POVThe moment I walked out of Shimma's house, I took out my phone, pressing some numbers. The jeweler had just texted me, and I needed to act fast. I couldn't stop my heart from racing with excitement as I imagined the next step in my plan. I was fucking going to be a fiancé!“Hey, it’s Mattias,” I said when the jeweler picked up. “I’m on my way now. Bring out the most exquisite engagement ring you have.”“Of course, Mr. Mattias. We have some stunning pieces that just arrived,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement."Allright, see you soon," I said, hanging up.As I drove to the jewelry store, my mind swirled with images of Shimma. I envisioned her face lighting up when she saw the ring, the way her eyes would sparrk with surprise and joy. The moment she would say yes to me. The thought of it alone, made me both excited and impatient at the same time.Because this wasn’t just a ring; it was a promise, a commitment to a future I was ready to embrace—with her. My
SHIMMA’S POVI lay on my bed, unable to sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Mattias left in a hurry. Obviously, he had a message, and it could have been so important. But—I didn’t want him to leave. I want him with me right now. Shit.---The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm.The first thing that crossed my mind was my meeting with Mr. Mattias. Not just that; we were flying to the Maldives! I’ve always dreamt of going there with my partner. Who knew it would be Mr. Mattias, the man of my dreams?For some weird reason, I couldn’t contain my excitement.I wiped my eyes, yawning and stretching at the same time before stepping out of bed.Just as I was heading to the bathroom, my phone buzzed with a message. I quickly walked back, expecting it to be from Mr. Mattias, but it was a credit alert.I tapped on the alert, my eyes wide open as I stared at "One million dollars." No fucking way!I was still in shock when a message came in. It was from an unknown number, but r
“How about I come to you? Come on, tell me where you are…” My eyes widened, shock flickering in them. Why was he eager to see me?“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there is any need for that,” I said calmly, trying to be nice.“Wh—Why? I mean, we could talk about us. Trust me, I felt a connection between us then. But I know that if we had the time to get to know each other, we would have…”“No, I’m in love with Mattias,” I said, quickly cutting him off. “There wasn’t going to be any room for us then, and even now, I know and understand how you felt, but…”“But I still do. I still feel the same way I felt then for you. And no matter how hard I try to shove the feelings away, I can’t stop the way my heart beats rapidly anytime you cross my mind, or how restless I get knowing I need to talk to you, and how much risk I took trying to get your number just so that I could speak to you. Come on, Shimma, can’t you see we both have a chance together compared to Mattias? Your parents don’t even
Contains explicit content, do not read if not above 18.——————————“Mnnn-Yes!-Arghhh!“My dad's best friend had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head side of his bed. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving both my legs hung in the air for my dad's best friend to grant easy access to my pussy.He glances at me, A smile of pleasure escapes his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally fucked!*******BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN.“Bell rings”“And that's it for today, make sure to read your history text book for your upcoming final exams, have a lovely weekend,” Mrs Roberta, our history teacher said. Before she could finish her statement, students already bolted out of their seats and left the class.I looked out the window, it was raining heavily, today of all days I came without my car.My boyfriend Blake was going to give me a ride home. But where was blake?“YOURE NOT IN CLASS, WHERE ARE YOU?“ I textedIm
At the dining table with my Dad's best Friend.I couldn't even say a word to Mr Mattias, all I could think of was Blake having the guts to dump me for his ex-girlfriend. I felt a buzz against my pocket, it was from Blake.I could feel my heart racing as I opened the message.”I'M SORRY IT HAD TO END THIS WAY SHIMMA, BUT IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT ME, IT'S ABOUT YOU. YOU WEREN'T JUST GOOD IN BED, AND I GOT TIRED OF IT, PUSSY TOO DRY, AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN RIDE ME PROPERLY, I'M SORRY I COULDN'T KEEP SUFFERING WITH YOU, BYE SHIMMA,”Instantly I dropped my phone on the dining table, I felt tears welled up in my eyes. I cleaned it up as quickly as I could, but it was too late, Mr Mattias had seen them. Obviously he could see me crying, he was sitting right across me, there was no way he wouldn't notice.“Is it him?“ He asked calmly. Him? What did he mean? Did he hear me earlier?“Who?“ I sniffed in the rest of the tears.“Shimma, you don't have to pretend like you don't know, obviously, you're c
I was in my room when I heard my mother yell my name from the living room. I had gotten home about an hour ago and I was getting ready to go shopping.“Honey! There's a package for you!“ She yelled again, and this time, it got me to respond.“I'll be down in a minute mum!“ I hurriedly put on my Lip gloss, staring at my reflection in the mirror and brushing my lips together so it could set properly, before heading downstairs, to the living room.“I guess it's from Blake, he must have sent it as an apology,” my mum said with a grin as she held the package in her hand. My mother must have thought we just had a mere fight, I didn't tell her he had broken up with me. Yet! I had to tell her, hiding it from her was no use.“I and Blake aren't together anymore,” I said in a low tone, waiting to get her reaction.“You broke up with him just because of a little misunderstanding?“ She scowled at me.I have always wondered why my mum always wanted me to be with Blake by all means, yes! He was fr
“How about I come to you? Come on, tell me where you are…” My eyes widened, shock flickering in them. Why was he eager to see me?“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there is any need for that,” I said calmly, trying to be nice.“Wh—Why? I mean, we could talk about us. Trust me, I felt a connection between us then. But I know that if we had the time to get to know each other, we would have…”“No, I’m in love with Mattias,” I said, quickly cutting him off. “There wasn’t going to be any room for us then, and even now, I know and understand how you felt, but…”“But I still do. I still feel the same way I felt then for you. And no matter how hard I try to shove the feelings away, I can’t stop the way my heart beats rapidly anytime you cross my mind, or how restless I get knowing I need to talk to you, and how much risk I took trying to get your number just so that I could speak to you. Come on, Shimma, can’t you see we both have a chance together compared to Mattias? Your parents don’t even
SHIMMA’S POVI lay on my bed, unable to sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. Mattias left in a hurry. Obviously, he had a message, and it could have been so important. But—I didn’t want him to leave. I want him with me right now. Shit.---The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm.The first thing that crossed my mind was my meeting with Mr. Mattias. Not just that; we were flying to the Maldives! I’ve always dreamt of going there with my partner. Who knew it would be Mr. Mattias, the man of my dreams?For some weird reason, I couldn’t contain my excitement.I wiped my eyes, yawning and stretching at the same time before stepping out of bed.Just as I was heading to the bathroom, my phone buzzed with a message. I quickly walked back, expecting it to be from Mr. Mattias, but it was a credit alert.I tapped on the alert, my eyes wide open as I stared at "One million dollars." No fucking way!I was still in shock when a message came in. It was from an unknown number, but r
MR. MATTIAS'S POVThe moment I walked out of Shimma's house, I took out my phone, pressing some numbers. The jeweler had just texted me, and I needed to act fast. I couldn't stop my heart from racing with excitement as I imagined the next step in my plan. I was fucking going to be a fiancé!“Hey, it’s Mattias,” I said when the jeweler picked up. “I’m on my way now. Bring out the most exquisite engagement ring you have.”“Of course, Mr. Mattias. We have some stunning pieces that just arrived,” he replied, his voice filled with amusement."Allright, see you soon," I said, hanging up.As I drove to the jewelry store, my mind swirled with images of Shimma. I envisioned her face lighting up when she saw the ring, the way her eyes would sparrk with surprise and joy. The moment she would say yes to me. The thought of it alone, made me both excited and impatient at the same time.Because this wasn’t just a ring; it was a promise, a commitment to a future I was ready to embrace—with her. My
We sat across from each other at the dining table. The smell of baked chicken filled the air.I watched Mr. Mattias take a bite; he shut his eyes, as if savoring not just the meal but the moment itself. A small smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a warmth spread through me, realizing how much I missed these simple, intimate dinners.“Delicious,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’ve always had a way with food.”I chuckled softly, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks. “It’s just chicken, but I’m glad you like it.”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze intense. “It’s not just the chicken. It’s you, Shimma. It’s being here with you. I’ve missed this—I’ve missed us.”I could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes, an urgency that made my heart race.“I’ve missed us too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But you know there are things we need to address… the past, the future.”He straightened, his expression sh
Mr. Mattias pulled up in front of my house, and I was seated right beside him in the passenger seat. I sat there speechless, unable to utter a word. Not back at the office, not on the way here. It was as though I had lost the ability to speak.I honestly didn't blame myself. Not after being fucked over and over again, not wanting it to end. Thinking of it at that moment had already gotten my pussy to throb.I needed to go inside; I needed to think about whatever had just happened. Leaving my house that morning, I hadn't expected to meet Mr. Mattias as the boss. And not just that—I hadn't expected to be brutally fucked by him, either.Don't get me wrong; I had totally enjoyed every bit of it. But a part of me still wondered if I had made the right choice. A part of me still wondered if I should fully open up my heart to him again.The past few months had been heart-shattering. The last thing I wanted at that moment was to regret letting him back in.I knew my parents still weren't goi
He pulled his fingers away and all of a sudden, I felt at loss. I opened my mouth to protest and he pulled me off the table."On your knees baby, I want to fuck your tight little mouth" he ordered.The corners of my lips pulled up in a smile, as I went down on my knees slowly, teasing him. The smell of his arousal filled my lungs and made my pussy water even more.I grabbed the base of his cock and rolled my tongue over the pink head, he closed his eyes and with his other hand, grabbed the edge of the table to hold himself.I pushed his cock deep into my mouth until it was beginning to touch my throat, until I was beginning to feel my gag kicking in.Without warning, he shoved his cock down my throat and my vision blurs with tears"Shimma," he moaned and I pushed it down even more. When I pulled out, his cock was covered in my saliva. I grabbed his shaft with both hands and started stroking him.Precum Spilled from his cock and onto my hands. I brought my tongue to the tip and licked
"Shimma," he said, his tone rough and charged with desire. "I want you right now."Just as he was about to take my lips again, a loud knock echoed through the room."Sir! I have the files you asked for!" A lady's voice came after the knock.That sound transported me back to my first day in Mr. Mattias's office, the day I first tasted his intensity.He ignored the knock, his lips crashing against mine once more, igniting a fire deep within me. But then the knock came again, louder this time, shattering the moment.I instinctively grabbed my bag, ready to flee."I'm sorry, but I have to go," I mumbled , getting up on my feet to leave but he pulled me back, his eyes icy and unyielding. "I said I want you, and nothing is going to stop me this time," he declared, his voice filled with seriousness. I had never seen his eyes so cold, so fiercely determined.My heart raced as his grip tightened, a possessive hold that made my pulse quicken. In that instant, the world outside faded away. It w
MR. MATTIAS' POVWould she believe me if I told her that the moment I set my eyes on her, I felt a spark of what I couldn’t understand then was love?It’s crazy! She was only fifteen, yet I felt something so intense burning inside me.It sounds stupid to say I dumped a sexy, rich lady for a fifteen-year-old, but I did. I didn’t know why then, but now, I don’t regret it.I don’t regret staring into her eyes while she stared back at mine, shocked and confused. I know—I never planned to fall in love with a fifteen-year-old either.She attempted to stand up, but I pulled her back; she wasn’t going to leave. Not until she sees clearly how much I love her. Not until I make her mine again.---SHIMMA’S POVI tried to get up for the second time, but he pulled me back down again.How could he tell me that he wasn’t interested in Aunt Pricilia because of me? What sort of stunt is he trying to pull here?“What do you gain by lying to me? First, you lied about the incident in the restaurant, then
I took a quick breath as I walked in, and my eyes landed on Mr. Mattias. Wait! Mr. Mattias. He was the boss.Fuck! Not again! I turned to leave, but I heard him yell.“Shimma! Don’t move an inch!” he said, his tone commanding.I turned back to him, eyes wide with shock. Was he ordering me not to move?He stood up, slowly advancing toward me. I took one step backward, then another, and another until I felt my back press against the wall.What was happening? Why was I feeling this way? His presence wasn’t supposed to make my heart race this fast. Not after all he did to me. Not after using me and deceiving me.He stood barely an inch away, eyes locked on mine.“Shimma,” he started. “I am going to explain everything to you, and I don’t want you to say a word. Not until I am done explaining,” he said, his voice low, sending chills down my spine. Why can’t I stop feeling this way about him?I wanted to speak, to tell him that he didn’t have any right to tell me not to speak. I wanted to le