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Slave of your body Anxieties
"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him." "Damn it! I swear you'll pay for this, you'll go to jail, damn it, you just hit me," she screams furiously, but I don't give it any importance because she's the one interrupting my peace of mind. "You have to stay away from my little boy, you're a whore and I don't want you near him, you disgust me, you're a dirty woman and probably have HIV!" This woman never ceases to surprise me. First, she discriminates a
Slave of your body She got away with it
+ Without a doubt, I feel like an abandoned dog. Things didn't turn out as I had hoped; Harry left my house, but not before showing him what the cameras had recorded. His reaction was unique; he had no words to justify what his mother had done. I remember him telling me before leaving my room that no one would say goodbye to me and that I could stay calm. But the bad thing is that he left, and he hasn't come to see me or even called me since. Now I'm at work, and he hasn't given me any sign of life, and I have no intention of looking for him because that would cross my boundaries. I have pride, and I don't think I've done anything wrong for him to push me aside. Yesterday, when I was alone all night, I sat in front of my desk, opened my laptop, and sent an email to the app administrators. In a couple of seconds, my direct boss replied, asking me if I was feeling okay because I hadn't answered any calls in a week. At that moment, I replied to her, saying that it would be a pleasure
Slave of your body What happened yesterday?
+ Mmm... how good. Everything is silent, with the lights off. I am very comfortable and warm in my bed. I move my body a little and slowly open my eyes completely. I have no idea what happened, my head hurts a lot. My disoriented brain searches among its recent memories. Damn, it! I don't remember anything at all. "Finally, the drunkard of the house woke up," my eyes open wider, I sit up abruptly upon hearing my aunt's voice. Oh, no! My head is starting to hurt again. "Aunt?" I sit down and lean back against the headboard of the bed. It's too early to argue, I want to get up to greet her and ask her when she entered my room or what time she returned from her short trip. "Don't you remember?" she questions with her eyes wide open, "I knew I had to come back, I had been told many things, but I didn't believe them because I always thought you were one of the responsible girls, but now it's clear to me that you're not." "Nonsense," I counter. "Shut up," she protests, "the young ma
Slave of your body Headache
Ayyy... My head hurts a lot, it feels like it's going to explode, and don't even get me started on my eyes, the lighting is making them burn and tear up. This can't be happening, everything is spinning and spinning. I want to throw up! No, I can't show up like this on my first day of work in the advertising department. I can't allow myself to show up with the massive hangover I have, I'm dying! I want to go to the hospital to get a pill and finally get rid of all the discomfort that's torturing me. I took a shower and had some chicken and vegetable soup for breakfast, but it was useless because I went back to the bathroom to throw up, then I had a cup of coffee. Ah, I didn't want to continue drinking it and ended up lying down, closing my eyes, and declaring myself sick, but it was useless because my aunt woke me up and sent me to work. I couldn't argue with her, she got angry because I can't remember anything that happened last night, let alone when she got home. Without a smile on
Slave of your body Envy
The elevator doors open just as I'm about to take a step forward, and I freeze as I see Harper, Harry's friend. It takes me a couple of minutes to compose myself and realize that I'm acting like a fool. I take a step forward and greet him with a nod. He smiles and shakes his head, then tells me that I must have had a good time yesterday and that I must be miraculously standing rather than in bed with a hangover. I respond in the same tone and gestures, saying that everything was fine and that it's not a bad thing to try and be someone else for a change, to be that free spirit you've always dreamed of. Mentally, I applaud myself because it seems that I've become a poet full of inspiration and imaginative fantasies. "You're right, and I won't deny that I had fun, especially since you got under my old friend's skin." "Hey, you were supposed to be on your way out," I complain as the elevator doors close and he doesn't leave. "No, I think I forgot something in Harry's office." He's
Slave of your body Going crazy little by little
I touched my breasts, rounding them with the intention of playing and provoking the man to challenge me. Slowly, I raised my hand to my neck and touched my face. I felt the ecstasy growing and growing. My vagina pulsated strongly, and I felt like I had soaked my panties. His package must be worse than mine, horny! "Baby, don't play with that because you don't know what I can do to that cute and delicate body," he said, running his fingers over my shoulders until he reached my neck. My nipples hardened at his touch. He followed the lace strip of my bra, and I shuddered as I felt his nose approach my neck, sniffing like a canine. A hot breeze came out of his mouth and ended up in my left earlobe, a wet bite attacking me. I gasped, gladly closing my eyes and letting myself go with the moment. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, and they traveled straight to his erect penis through his pants, big and making my vagina pulse at the sight of that member. I brought my mouth to him, an
Slave of your body being the talk of the town and envy
"Let's go," I hear the pair of crazy women whispering to each other, and I raise my gaze to look at Harry. I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh and hoping that we won't be discovered. The good thing about these cubicles is that it's difficult to see who's inside, and they can't see our shoes, especially Harry's. "Don't remind me. Watch out, Alexandra the slut probably already sucked the boss's dick. Remember, she's the company's whore," they exclaim passionately. I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply. I look at them again when I feel Harry's hand on my cheek. His eyes say more than a thousand words; he's comforting me. Suddenly, he signals me to sit on his lap. "That's true, I won't deny it. That woman has a sign on her forehead that says 'I'm the sluttiest slut!'" he says, laughing. "Just imagine, the poor thing is probably afraid that her own friend will screw her boyfriend. Believe me, even I would be on alert because that woman is a whore who doesn't respect any
Slave of your body Saved"
+HARRY+ I can't bear this. I won't deny that this is getting out of hand. I feel like this whole thing with my mother and all these women is becoming a fucking headache. Why now? After dropping her off at her house, I can't stop thinking about all the things that could happen if she decides to stay with anyone, not to mention the presence of her aunt. The lady welcomed me with open arms and even thanked me for bringing her niece back safe and sound. I was surprised by the lady's kindness. I even thought she would yell at me for bringing her drunk granddaughter and taking advantage of her. The good thing is she doesn't think that way. She even asked me to take care of her niece! Ugh, I hate listening to those women. Ale is embarrassed, but also eager to get out of these four walls and kill those women. But I can't allow it because I don't want her to have more problems than she already has. What I can do is find out who these women are and fire them in a couple of days. I can't let
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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
