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Slave of your body It's a fake
I hung up the call before an argument could start. Harry doesn't want me to take care of the kitchen, let alone cleaning. After he remembered that I always had a maid who helped me with cleaning and sometimes with cooking, he said he would look for a couple of employees. However, I refused because I don't want him to spend too much. But after this, I think he will take care of bringing more personnel because we already have the garden caretaker, driver, and a lady who helps my aunt clean, but that's not enough. The estate is big, and even though it's hard for me to accept things, Harry is right. The house can't be kept clean with only two people. It's large, and I don't think I can handle everything. Now that I've left the phone on the counter, I tell my aunt that we have to get to work because Harry and another guest are coming to the house. She nods and tells me that everything is completely calculated because everything is prepared, and the gardener will help her with what we can
Slave of your body To be a nuisance
"With you, it's impossible, and hypocritical advice is better than using the excuse of a stomachache or menstrual cycle next time because I don't want to see your damn face again. Actually, I have no intention of ever seeing you again," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh, I've kept quiet for Harper's sake, but I can't deny that I really want to tell Harry about your intentions or how much you despise him. Do you even know him to criticize him?" "I apologized, understand already that you are lucky, and I envy you, you have everything I wanted!" "Are you Harper's girlfriend?" "Girls, stop arguing, I can hear you, and I'm sure the men who come near you will hear you too. Can't you just refrain from saying something crazy that would drive them away from each other?" My aunt surprised us, and she's right in what she said. However, I feel it's better for Harry to find out once and for all. I don't want to run into her again; the pressure or the stupid things she says are too much. I
Slave of your body You are my extreme addiction
"Incredible, I'm in my underwear, which means... Harry," I say. "Are you feeling okay?" I'm surprised to see Harry's concerned face as he exits the bathroom and approaches me. He looks great in his black boxers and freshly tousled hair, while I must look horrible with my hair loose and drooling. "Terrible," I confess, feeling grumpy. "I missed lunch." He laughs. If I could coordinate my movements, I'd slap his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I appreciate the support as I sink my head into his chest. I could easily fall asleep again. His body is so warm; I feel good and protected. A part of my subconscious tells me to stop complaining, as the best thing about that lunch is to sleep through it all and ignore that woman. Ahhh... I want to believe that, but it's hard to believe that I fell asleep after taking a pill for the sudden discomforts that hit me out of nowhere; dizziness and vomiting. "I've been worried sick," he begins to stroke my hair, "you don't have to worry, e
Slave of your body Long dream
"Bury your face between my thighs and my legs buckle. "Mmm..." I throw my head back and grip his hair tighter. With an unexpected lick, he blocks all my senses. He grabs my hips and makes me a jerk. He's the only thing holding me up. I feel his hot, skilled tongue tracing circles around my hypersensitive cluster of nerves, surrounding it with precise, slow movements before plunging into my sex. He doesn't leave a millimeter unexplored. "You're mine," he growls against me. I melt as the pressure increases, and he digs his fingers into my hips. I press myself against his mouth. It's only a matter of seconds before I explode into a million pieces. The pressure that's building up in my groin makes me hold my breath; my heart is pounding in my throat. "I'm close!" I gasp for air. Damn, I'm so close! He withdraws one hand from my hip and plunges two of his fingers into my sex. "Fuck!" I scream. "Please!" With his fingers tracing circles and pushing, while he massages my clitoris and
Slave of your body I'm not that special
+ Half past five, ugh, the sun is already up. I got out of bed with Harry, not to cause mischief or take a morning shower, nor to have breakfast. No, it's all because he suddenly got the idea to take a twenty-four-hour express trip. We left the city in his car, heading towards Alberta, almost two hundred and seventy-four kilometers away from Edmonton. Occasionally, I catch him looking at me instead of the road. And every time I do, he smiles at me and squeezes my knee, which he has been holding for most of the journey. I begin to think that my husband is romantic, passionate, quite unstable, tremendously self-assured, and excessively rich. Oh, and beastly in bed. "Where are you taking me?" I ask. "We've already left the city, and we've been on the road for three hours." He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and lowers the volume of the music with the steering wheel controls. "I want to spend a whole day away from everyone. The truth is, I got an email saying I have to travel tomor
Slave of your body Picnic
God, the abrupt movement of his hips tells me I shouldn't have said that. He presses his body against me, pushing me against the door, and his mouth crashes onto mine. "Yes," I gasp as I struggle with his shirt. I get turned on just by looking at him. He moves his hands away from my breasts and slides them down. I hear him unzip and immediately understand his comment about the lack of obstructions. He pulls my panties to the side. I don't have time to prepare for the intensity and speed that's coming. He lifts one of my legs up to his waist, positions himself, and thrusts into me, pinning me against the door with a roar. I scream. "Don't scream," he orders me. "Do you want the other guests or employees to hear you?" I don't have time to adjust. He penetrates me repeatedly, forcefully, over and over again, and makes me reach the peak of pleasure. I bite my lips to avoid screaming and drop my head onto his shoulder in delirious desperation. This can't be happening, I think I'm g
Slave of your body Sadness
A terrible headache makes my eyes slowly open, and I want to sleep a little longer. The first thing I see is the ceiling, and then I let out a deep sigh as I move. Ow… My groin hurts, and I don't understand why I'm in pain. "Good morning, breakfast is ready," my body freezes automatically, my eyes widen, and my heart wants to jump out of my chest, "it's nice to see you sleeping." No, no, no. I don't care if this is a childish thought, but the first thing that comes to mind is to pinch myself. I need to be sure that I'm not still in a dream. If it's a dream, I can tackle that man again, but if it's real life, the first thing I want to do is shoot myself because if not, I'll die of moral embarrassment. But before I do that, I start praying and saying the Lord's Prayer. It's not that I'm a nun or a devout follower of God, but now more than ever, I need Him. This has to be a dream! One... two... three... "Ow..." I let out a small scream as I feel the strong pinch I'd given myself on
Slave of your body Have a good trip
After the sun had set, Harry agreed to join me for a "bubble bath." I tried not to sleep too much, but we both passed out on the bed at four in the morning. Now all that's left is for us to get home, so he can go to the airport. Now that I'm in silence, my head can't stop thinking about what Harry told me about his mother. I can handle all the hate he has towards me, but I won't allow him to mess with my aunt. No, he can't touch her, and I definitely won't let him. On the one hand, I feel relieved that Harry knows his mother's intentions and what she's capable of to achieve her goal. However, he has other things on his mind. "You're not asleep, I can tell by the way you keep blinking." I curse under my breath; he's caught me. Without opening my eyes, I tell him he's too observant. Harry tells me that we're a couple of minutes away from home, and he'll just say goodbye to my aunt before leaving since someone's waiting for him to take him to the airport. My eyes widen, making sure w
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Slave of your body Epilogue
+ "Don't even think I'll let you be with that bastard," I advanced until I was just a few centimeters from her, pushing her against the door as she tried to leave. I held her face in my hands and pinned her body with my weight. I brought my nose to her soft hair, inhaling deeply, as rage and desire combined into an intoxicating and explosive cocktail. Without thinking, I captured her lips with mine and our teeth clashed, but I managed to deepen the kiss. Mentally, I screamed in triumph as I felt her arms entwine in my hair. She growled against my mouth, allowing me to delve deeper. She let go and entwined her tongue with mine. I loved it. Her voracity was unexpected. Desire set my body on fire like wildfire. It was strange, I felt that I desired her and she desired me. With a burst of dominance, I grunted and held her by the throat with one hand while we kissed. With the hand that was free, I traveled down her body, discovering her curves; her breasts, her waist, her ass. Feeling
Slave of your body It still belongs to me, and nobody will take it away from me.
+ +HARRY+ Opening my eyes, a huge smile takes over my face as I feel the satisfaction of seeing her sleeping like the angel she is. Being close to her body gives me the opportunity to get closer to her, taking the form of a spoon. We have stayed on the couch. A deep sigh comes out of me, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, she has given herself to me without restrictions. Our bodies surrendered to each other and, thirsty for desire, we satisfied ourselves with pleasure. Control was everything for both of us, it had been that way for a long time. An ironic smile appeared on my lips when I supposed that our relationship was only going to be a temporary intimacy or would lead to the resignation of our marriage, but everything did not turn out as we had planned, no, now she belongs to me, she is my wife, and she will not stop being so. I am torn between fury and my other passive self, I do not want to continue seeing how she plays with our marriage... I have to b
Slave of your body Falling into temptations
I want to escape, Harper has left us alone once again, promising that no one will interrupt us this time. "This is my fucking life, Harry. Stop interfering," my voice breaks, and I feel myself becoming emotional. "That's why I'm asking you to let me go. We can finish this conversation another time." I fall silent as I see him approaching me, stopping for a fraction of a second so that our bodies and breath are close to each other. "Have you stopped loving me?" he asks softly, and I close my mouth and shake my head. "Well, I knew it," he says as he inhales deeply near my neck. Nervously, I moisten my lips, and a moan escapes me involuntarily. "You'll never get from him what I could give you." He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look up at him, and we share a moment of eye contact. "Stop being presumptuous," I murmur, and he lowers his hands to my waist, lifting me up to kiss me. He presses his warm lips against mine, and I hold onto him tightly when I feel his tongue enter
Slave of your body I still love you
But no, I can't continue, I have to finally realize that Emmanuel is my life now. Shit, all of this is causing me to falter, to crumble, and not think things through. "Come here," his voice is low, and his mysterious gaze drives me crazy. I don't waste any time and slowly approach him. "On your knees," I steady my breathing. No, I have to stand firm, I can't fall because that would be a betrayal. "No, this would be..." "I would never treat you like a whore, and I don't even think that way." I have to resist, but a part of me wants to comply. My other self would kneel before him, and run my hands down the front of his hips without breaking our gaze. Watching as this man masturbates in front of me. No...! I can't be thinking about it, I can't do it. My other self betrays me, imagining what I could do if I fall before him. I see myself opening my mouth, and parting my lips, while at the same time bringing my hands to the back of his legs to grip his thighs. Ah, I melt at the
Slave of your body Hidden feeling
+ALEXANDRA+ I'm feeling kind of regretful because things aren't going as planned. Harry isn't taking things well, the conversation has gone off in another direction, and I don't feel comfortable talking about my personal life, especially after hearing how he blatantly denies his relationship with the woman his mother has always wanted him to be with. Dylan showed me some pictures, and now I feel like I've been living a lie! I'm so stupid for coming to him without considering the consequences. What's wrong with me? I didn't waste any time telling him that he's the father of two wonderful little ones. It's not a lie, but obviously, he's not going to take it well, thinking that I took away months of his time with his children. These past few years have been full of ups and downs for me. The changes were tremendously radical, simply because I had two babies forming inside me. It wasn't just one, as the damn ultrasound showed. In the end, it was two. A lot of things went through my min
Slave of your body Where is my son
No, this seems like a blessed movie or a dramatic novel! "This is a fucking joke, this cheap speech, nobody believes it, you're hearing yourself right," I burst out laughing after hearing a lot of shit from her. "You're talking about how I'm the guilty one and that it's better for you to be away with someone else than with me." "Your reaction is normal, but that's how things are. It was difficult for me to understand, but the truth is that everything was true. We let ourselves be carried away by what we felt, all without considering the consequences of our actions," she looks away after taking a deep breath. "I'll step aside, it's not like I'm taking something away from you that you never had," she crosses her legs after leaning back on the couch. "I'm sorry, I'm introducing myself now because I had to fulfill what I promised, two years without hearing from you." I can see that smile that is hard to appreciate with her lost gaze. I am petrified as I process everything she is saying
Slave of your body The reunion of a confrontation
+ +HARRY+ Time has passed slowly for some, but quickly for others... I have been waiting for the woman who pierced my heart to the core to appear, but I have stopped searching for her again and asking about her because things have taken another direction. I have clung to work like never before, I can't handle myself, she has left me. These past two years have been eternal for me, thinking about her, what has become of her? What is she doing? Who is she with? Has she married? Many questions go through my mind day and night, overwhelming and torturing me at the same time. It's unfair what she has done, she has taken away my right to be with my son, it's not just abandonment, no, it's all about her cruelty, taking away my right to know and be with my son. I have tried to forget her and make this pain go away as quickly as possible. It's clear to me that women don't fulfill me, none of them can compare to Alexandra, and I'm definitely tired of that, it's better to stop before I go cra
Slave of your body The love of Dylan
+ Waking up abruptly, I rub my eyes and glance around. Memories flood back, and I start to comprehend where I am, standing still and processing everything. Oh God, I'm wearing gray silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. He took my clothes off! He saw me naked! Damn, pervert! I'll kill him if he violated me. My phone! What time is it? I swing off the bed and see a pair of low sandals underneath it, I put them on without hesitation. Where is my clothes? I search with my GPS eyes. I look for my wallet. Shit! I left it in the car. I start to panic and try to think of how I'll get out of this house. How will I leave if I don't know where I am? You'll pay for this, you possessive man, I don't give a shit that you're a sexy man and my friend at the same time. Without thinking any further, I decide to leave the room and get lost in this unknown place, although I won't deny that it's magical and cozy. I stealthily walk out like a cautious thief, to my surprise, the entire place is desert
Slave of your body Will you sleep with me?
Dylan took my hand and pulled me out of the office. I tried to break free from him, but the more I struggled, the tighter he squeezed my hand. I could tell he was furious, and his anger was palpable. Control! I had to control myself because if I didn't, I would lose my head along with him. I couldn't stand a man controlling me, let alone one who was so possessive. We quickly left the house. "You're too manipulative," I said. I'm sure his sister will wonder where I went. What will I tell her? It's all so unfair, I try to stay away from sin and temptation, but they keep pulling me back in. I complain of pain, but it doesn't stop him. I want to scream, but it would be stupid to do so. "It's time to go," he exclaimed authoritatively. "Wait..." Oh my God! It's his sister... I try to let go of Dylan's hand, but the idiot won't let me. I feel like I'm going to faint, I'm begging the universe to swallow me up or take me away. "Do you need anything, sister?" he spoke dryly. "Where are y
