Victor carefully picked a bottle of tequila and another from the cellar. He took the two bottles to the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face as different thoughts and images danced through his mind.In the kitchen, he opened the cabinet and reached for the basket where they kept the lemons when he didn't find any. He picked a plump, bright yellow lemon from the sour fruit basket on the counter and placed it in a small wicker basket along with the tequilas. Satisfied with his selection, he added a small fruit knife to the basket. He then made his way back to the living room, where Ana was sprawled out on the table, her juicy, tight cunt on display only for him. He stood there staring at her with a satisfied smile. Watching her squirm under his gaze made blood flow to his cock, and he cursed internally as he glanced down, seeing it pulsate with need.He shook his head, even more determined to take his time. He turned and went back upstairs, carefully searching for the items he nee
Jules cleared his throat and looked around uneasily when the loud scream came again from inside the house. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what was going on. The unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed through the morning, cutting through the rain. He glanced at the other guards, noting their similar reactions. Who wouldn't hear it? He was sure even passersby would notice.He couldn't help the hot red hue that crept into his cheeks. Clearing his throat once more, he tried to maintain his composure, though it was difficult given the circumstances. He glanced back at the house, the sound still ringing in his ears, and then decided to walk away from the car where he and a few of the guards had been discussing their duties."Uh, guess we should, um, check the perimeter," Jules mumbled awkwardly as he walked away, scratching the back of his neck. The other guards nodded in agreement, their faces equally flushed."Yeah, good idea," one of them replied, as sounding embarrassed.They all bega
He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed.His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.”Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Victor’s hands continued their journey, exploring every inch of her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before taking off the clips and taking her nipples between his fingers, twisting them slightly. She moaned, her body responding to every of his touch.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down to her stomach. He
Later that evening, after hours spent having fun, and not getting their hands off each other's bodies, it was time for Ana to head back. Victor wanted to drop her off himself, but she insisted she could manage for multiple reasons. Knowing he wouldn't win this one, he sent Jules to drive her back instead.As they drove, she decided to stop by Luxury, the boutique she managed. She thought it would be good to help out a little before going home, that would also give her a solid excuse if anyone asked where she had been.When she walked into Luxury, the familiar hum of activity greeted her. The store was bustling with customers, and the staff was busy tending to their needs. Ana waved to a few of the workers as she made her way to the back office. Elizabeth was there, overdosing on coffee and tapping furiously on her laptop. She looked up from her desk, surprised to see Ana."Luna! I thought you had the day off," Elizabeth said."I did, but I thought I'd stop by and help out for a bit,"
Penelope brought out her credit card and handed it to the cashier with a soft smile. The young man behind the counter blinked in surprise. He was used to seeing Penelope come in with her friends, and they were usually less than pleasant. "Here you go," she said, her voice gentle, he almost wanted to tell her to stop pretending. Usually when they begin to act nice, it was to make fun of him.The cashier, taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor, carefully collected the card from her hand. He swiped it, his movements deliberate and cautious, almost as if he were afraid the moment might shatter if he wasn't careful. The transaction went through without a hitch, and he handed the card back to her."Thank you," Penelope said, maintaining her soft smile as she tucked the card back into her wallet."Uh...are you okay?”“What?” she asked raising her head to look at him.“Nothing. You're welcome," he replied, still a bit dazed. "Have a nice day."Once they were outside, her friends turned
You know that moment when you feel so empty, tired emotionally, physically, and mentally, when you don't have the strength to even acknowledge life? This wasn't just a phase for Penelope. She was sure that if she wasn't so strong-willed, she might have ended it all to stop feeling so uneasy and empty. Maybe that would help many people in many ways, especially Anastasia.She kicked off her shoes as soon as she entered her room and slammed the door loudly behind her, possibly startling those downstairs. She tossed her bag and jacket to the side before falling into the bed. She had thought going out today might help lighten her mood or take her mind off things. She had thought being less mean might make her feel better.But she was totally wrong. Yes, she did feel happy watching her friends have fun, but that was far from the redemption she needed. The moment they parted ways, the smile had fallen off her face. What was she even thinking? That after everything horrible she had done, she
Laura rinsed her hands after she finished washing the dishes and dried them, humming to herself. She then left the kitchen just in time to see Genevieve, all dressed up and ready to leave.“Are you done with the dishes?” Genevieve asked, adjusting her scarf.Laura nodded. “Yes, ma'am. Are you going out?”Genevieve smiled, a hint of excitement in her eyes. “Yes, I have an event with the ladies. It's one of our regular meet-ups. By the way, Penelope asked me to make sure you go to her room once you were done.”Laura's expression changed to one of slight concern mixed with curiosity. “Sorry to ask id she say what it was about?”Genevieve shook her head. “No, but she seemed serious. You should go see her now.”Laura nodded. “Of course, ma'am. I'll head there right away.”Genevieve gave her a reassuring smile before heading towards the door. “Take care of the house.”“Thank you, ma'am. Have a good time at your event,” Laura replied, watching as Genevieve left the house.Once Genevieve was
Penelope found herself in the living room of home, everything seemingly normal. The soft light from the lamps cast a warm glow, making the space feel safe and familiar. From the kitchen, she could hear the faint murmur of her mother's voice, accompanied by the sounds of cooking. It was the kind of ordinary scene that should have been comforting.As she walked toward the kitchen, she felt a strange unease. She entered the kitchen and saw her mother by the stove, stirring a pot and humming softly. Penelope smiled, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling."Dinner will be ready soon, dear. Why don’t you set the table?" her mother said warmly.She nodded and moved to the cupboard to get the plates. But as she reached for them, the door to the kitchen slammed open. She jumped, dropping a plate that shattered on the floor. Turning, she saw a figure standing in the doorway, wearing a mask with a bold “X” on the front. Her heart pounded in her chest.That letter? Where had she seen it befor