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Slave of your body Let yourself go
"Don't take offense, but it's inevitable for me to ask you to put it on," she extends the little bag to me and I take it with great curiosity, "and if you don't like it, you can back away and scream in my face that you're not capable of being with me." "An adventure?" Yes, I'm not willing to fall in love, I'm not one of those romantics, and even less like those in novels, in my opinion, it's all fake. "Oh, this is a butterfly, you've given me the latest model, the one that you can connect to your phone, it can also be used from a long distance, oh my God!" I squeal like a little girl, this is a real gift. A strap-on butterfly vibrator with remote control, and it's pink. "Yes, I want an adventure with you..." "Don't fall in love, because I'm terrible at romance," I say without looking into his eyes, you can turn around, do you want me to try it now or at my place, I can also go to the bathroom... "Here, it doesn't bother me," he quickly replies, and that excites me because I feel
Slave of your body Contempt
My entire body tenses up, and I bring both hands to my purse, squeezing it tightly. I close my eyes, allowing myself to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I bite my lower lip, and despite the driver still being here, moans escape my mouth, one after another. "Good girl," he encourages me while increasing the intensity once again. Without exaggeration, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I try to maintain my composure, but the more I hold back, the faster he goes. I feel my legs weakening, my breathing slowing down, and the urge to undress increasing. The effort of holding back was starting to make my stomach ache. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer; I leaned forward and then backward, leaning back onto the seat. For seconds, I couldn't stop shaking; wave after wave, ecstasy shook me from head to toe. I had to control myself from fainting, although my body was betraying me; my forehead was drenched, and drops of sweat were sliding between my breasts. The vibrator w
Slave of your body Jealousy
Entering the car, the man who saved me closes the door and then exhales heavily. I bite my lower lip to prevent myself from crying or screaming in anger, telling myself that I am a warrior and won't let anyone trample on me. Ah, I deserve all of this because I brought it upon myself. What am I doing here? The man doesn't take long to get in and after fastening his seat belt, he tells me that he doesn't mean to pry, but the lady noticed that my pants are wet. I feel embarrassed, I didn't intend to touch myself. I curse inwardly, I let out the fluid I expelled when I climaxed. "Don't worry, that's why I'm not concerned, and I thank you for that, although it wasn't necessary," I turn my gaze away, and my expression hardens as I see Harry still talking on his phone, oblivious to my departure. "A lady is a good person, but when it comes to her son..." "What do you mean?" I question, now he has all of my attention. "Are you telling me that...forget it, you can think whatever you want
Slave of your body My first time with him
Damn it, that's blackmail. Just as I was about to turn around, I feel someone unexpectedly grab my hand and pull me towards him with a possessive gesture. I'm surprised to see that emotionless face, that no longer has the same spark it had when he was next to me. For a moment, my anger disappears and turns into concern. What's happening to me? Have I become soft? Without warning, he takes my hand and pulls me towards him. His closeness throws me off, and makes me flush and ignite. I look around for any soul that might see us. "The neighbors." "You left me alone, and the worst part is that you came with him. What are you doing with that bastard?" He shouts with anger, leaving me static with his attitude. He approaches and eliminates any space between us to possess my lips. He sticks out his tongue, and runs it over my lower lip. He looks at me. Then he runs it over my lower lip again, bites it until I open my mouth, and finally kisses me. He sucks my mouth in such a way that I am
Slave of your body Confessions
Slowly, I rise, feeling my legs fragile, I stand up and then lift my gaze to lock eyes with that handsome man who looks at me with desire and anticipation. Slowly, my gaze scans down and stops when I see how his hands massage that... Enormous... Ufff... I feel my body start to burn, slowly consuming me. I lick my lips and my eyes darken with desire. He smiles at my reaction. Unable to move, I indulge in watching his hand masturbate his huge penis. Mmm... I wonder what that succulent hammer tastes like? I'm on fire, my body starts to heat up, my breathing becomes heavy, and my heart races. Am I a whore? Ash... I don't care what he or the whole world thinks of me, but I sure do enjoy that hammer in my mouth. Enough said! I inhale. I close my eyes. With sensual movements, I lower the straps of my white bra, then unhook it and throw it out of sight, leaving my breasts exposed to the sexy daddy's gaze. Before I make my way to him, I strip off my tiny panties. "Kneel..." he orders. With
Slave of your body I love you
I respond with a kiss that I enjoyed spending time with him and getting to know him in every way possible. And what his ears wanted to hear is that there is no problem with his departure, we have already spent some time together, and although my body wants more, that doesn't mean it won't happen again. Everything I said has left him surprised, to the point where he tells me that next time I'll stay at his apartment, or he'll stay with me. He wants to experience what it's like to be with someone for more than six or eight hours straight. The last part made me laugh, he gets out of bed and starts looking for his clothes to get dressed while I stay admiring his naked body. He's a man who has it all, from head to toe. Now I can say he's got good material, not to mention those muscles that I've touched and enjoyed. Damn, my heart won't stop beating, and my vagina is craving more. "It seems like you love tattoos?" "Very much," he nods, finishes putting on his jeans, and hurries to put
Slave of your body A morning quickie
I spent an entire afternoon and night looking for my friend Alexis, that message was too immature of him. He can't just tell me he's going to disappear! My anxiety keeps growing and growing, this morning I woke up feeling depressed and honestly, I don't feel like going to work. This house feels lonely without my aunt, and now I'll feel even worse at work because my cowardly friend decided to leave. Stupid thoughts cross my mind about why I hung up the call and why I couldn't ask him to explain what was happening or going through his small mind. I'm not sure if he's in love with me, maybe it's all a lie, so his saintly mom won't die thinking her son likes the same sex. Determined, I leave the bathroom, as I've given myself the opportunity to spend more than half an hour in the bathtub. I toss my towel on the bed after drying myself off, so I can put on my clothes and go to work, even though I still have time. "I like you better without clothes," I startle at the sound of a voice in
Slave of your body Difficult morning
"I try to move, say something that will make Alexis stay and that Harry won't take offense. Of course, Alexis is my friend first and foremost, and more so because he didn't leave like I read in that stupid message. "Can I come in?" he asks. "Here, I want to give you this bouquet of flowers and tell you to forgive me." His gaze is both sad and happy. "Forgive you?" He can't say that to me, nor should he be joking around. My heart races at the sight of him, and I want to cry because he hasn't abandoned me. "Idiot, I thought you had left like you said," I give him a small smile. "I want you to forgive me," he lowers his gaze. "I'm too sorry, and all I want is for you not to think I'm a crazy person who doesn't know what he wants." He extends the bouquet of roses and chocolates. "I'm confused. I want to believe what my mother says, but I'm also unsure of my lies. Please, I need your help." "Someone is rushing their funeral." That old woman is to blame for all of this. She's put too m
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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
