It was a survey site, and the options laid out had me cursing at the universe at the cruel irony of it.
The site laid out sexual-related questions, and the reward for each survey was to determine your sexual preferences, kinks, and so on.It was a painful reminder of my pathetic lapse in that aspect. As a child, I was never deemed beautiful. I was a chubby kid with flaming auburn hair of unruly curls and freckles scattered across my cheeks, but puberty kicked in late and bloomed when I had just graduated high school. My body had taken a shape I was finally proud of; a slender waist, full breasts, and even fuller hips, and although I caught the attention of many onlookers while going to college, I barely socialized with anyone.I had strictly focused on graduating at the top of my class, wanting nothing more than to pursue my dream job as a fashion designer. Now I work for the best fashion brand in the country, getting paid in six zeroes and in a luxury penthouse.Some would say I had won in life, but everything I had achieved so far came with a price, and the price of my success was my dreary sex life.I'm a freaking twenty-eight-year-old virgin for crying out loud!This was the main reason the game of ‘Never have I ever’ bothered me. Because never have I ever done shit.But I had fantasies, wild fantasies that were far from normal, and these abnormal thoughts were fueled by the shelf of slutty books adorning the wall of my room. I also watched porn, preparing myself for the golden hour. I didn't want to be seen as inexperienced, but the painful truth was that I had no courage whatsoever to pursue my fantasies, and this was proven by my many failed attempts to bag one man. Caspian.“Oh well, what harm would it do?” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, taking a sip of my can of soda as I began answering the questions. After thirty long minutes of rather intrusive questions, I completed the survey and submitted it to God knows who.But it didn't end there, an icon resembling a wrapped birthday present appeared next, and it was tagged as a reward for my cooperation.With a soft sigh, I clicked the eye-catching box, taking another long sip of my drink as I waited for it to load.“Oh,” I exclaimed softly, my eyes sweeping over the document file. It was a bucket list. A sex bucket list, compiled from my answers from the survey. “That's interesting.” it also had a section for me to edit and add potential ‘candidates’ that I want to explore them with.I contemplated my thoughts before typing in Caspian's name first, along with one other man who had undeniably caught my attention. His name was Luke Graham, my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for. I only saw him in passing, but even from a distance, his beauty could be described as out worldly. His mere presence always made the women at work swoon, each and every one of them ready to throw their panties his way.I also added a certain celebrity just for the sake of it. He was a popular actor who charmed his audience with his smile and talent. But he also seemed like someone who would be ruthless in bed, his sex scenes in movies never failed to make my pussy throb with want, now that was real God-given talent. I think his name was Ezekiel Sterling.After typing in the names, I looked over the list with a satisfied smirk and finished my drink with one last gulp. It wasn't like anyone else was going to see it, and the chances of me actually pulling it off were low. But it was fun to see that the things on the list were bold and daring, two attributes that were a far cry from reality.I was neither bold nor daring.Just horny and delusional.Very delusional.Chelsea meowed, pulling me from my train of thought. She stretched her limbs with a silent yawn, her paws nonchalantly brushing against the keypads of my laptop as she leaped into my arms, purring loudly as if to reprimand me for staying up late.“Okay okay, I'll go to bed, your highness.” I heed to her cuteness, brushing my cheeks against her stubby nose before rising to my feet.I return my gaze to my laptop screen, but the list had disappeared.“Aww shit, I wanted to save it,” I muttered under my breath, shoulders sagging in disappointment, but I soon dismissed the thought as I cradled Chelsea in my arms and shut down the device. The Turkish Angora cat jumps in excitement as she spots her well-made cat bed at the foot of my queen-sized bed. I smiled fondly at her before throwing myself into the lush softness of my blankets.Staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, I go over the events of the day. If things had gone differently I would have spent a sexy night with Caspian, cuddled under these very same bedsheets. I had wanted to ask him to join me inside for a little chat, but he seemed more out of reach than ever, maybe he had someone else in mind. Or maybe I was just in over my head.The heavy feeling of loneliness began to creep in like a slithering predator, and I let my eyes flutter close before it had the opportunity to consume me whole.One of these days, if the universe deemed it fit, I might be able to turn my fantasies into reality.My phone buzzed on the headstand of my bed, but I paid no mind to it, already falling into a deep slumber, my body giving out to exhaustion.The screen of my phone glowed in the darkness.“Message successfully posted.”The next morning I'm woken up by a wetness on my cheeks, cracking my eyes open to find Chelsea licking my face thoughtfully.“Good morning, Your Highness.” I greet her with a bright smile, my hands combing through the silky tendrils of her shiny fur. Chelsea meowed in contentment, jumping off the bed and strutting out of the door in a graceful sweep, seeing as she'd fulfilled her goal of disrupting my sleep. I giggled lightly as I watched her go, Chelsea always gave the impression of a guardian taking care of her underlings. I let out a soft yawn, imitating my cat as I stretched my limbs. There was nothing like a good night's rest, my senses felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead. “I have a good feeling about today,” I say to no one in particular as I slide out of my blanket and swing my legs off the bed with a delighted hum. My eyes roamed to my wall clock and I paled visibly, my smile going stiff as the peace I had felt earlier quickly dissipated into thin air. It was a few
I scurried out the door the moment I arrived at my department floor, sweat gathering at my temples as my breaths fell short.My hands trembled at my sides, my steps faltering as my heartbeat drummed in my ears. Oh no, this is the absolute worst time to have a panic attack. “Aurelia!” I raised my gaze to find Caspian's soft eyes looking down at me in concern. He held onto my shoulders firmly, and it was only then I realized that I had zoned out for a moment.I must have bumped into him unintentionally, but still, I was really glad to see him. Heaving out a sigh of relief, I lean on his broad shoulders. Caspian goes rigid against me, and my stomach churns painfully when he carefully pulls away, putting a foot's distance between us as he clears his throat. Hurt flashes in my eyes as he looks off to the side, his whole demeanor distant. Not him too? “Are you alright?” He asks in an unusually formal tone, but I don't question him. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders as my hands
The walk to my doom was very silent. I trailed behind the petite secretary who led me down the grand hall leading to his office, my gaze darting about the large space as my heart raced with fear. I had never been on the CEO's floor, because before today I had no reason to interact with him. And I desperately wished it was in different circumstances. I've heard rumors saying he was ruthless and unforgiving, and that the people that worked closely with him walked on eggshells every day. Just like I was doing right now. But it was too late to escape, I was already on the chopping board, and the knife was only minutes away from landing on my neck. We reach the double doors of the office, and the secretary presses the intercom button to inform him of my arrival. She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone. I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of
“What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn't dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more. But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air - smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion. There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior. “Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull. When I don't answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor.
"Mmph!" Tears stung my eyes as his hard length slid down my throat in one powerful thrust. My hands pressed against his thighs, seeking relief from the pressure, but his grip on my hair tightened, keeping me in place. Pain shot through my scalp, yet instead of wincing, I moaned shamelessly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it.Damn, why did that feel so good?"You like that?" Amusement laced his tone, followed by a low groan rumbling in his chest.In response, I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick, catching him off guard. I refused to let him have all the control, and pride swelled in my chest as I felt him twitch in my mouth. It was as if I were possessed; my body moved on its own, succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure pulsing through my veins.He was so hard, big, and damn hot. I had to breathe through my nose to avoid suffocating, saliva dripping from my lips as his movements grew faster. He gave me no chance to catch my breath as he continued to thrust mercile
In the end, I received a two-week suspension for what happened. Regrettably, I wouldn't get to feature in the official launch of the new fashion line my team developed. As much as it pained me because my designs were the most formidable pieces in the project, I was glad I didn't lose my job. “Take my cock like the needy bitch you are.” I squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver ran up my spine, and I almost dropped Chelsea's can of food as the vivid image flashed through my mind. It had been two weeks, but it felt like it happened yesterday. Chelsea meowed, her tail brushing my feet to get my attention. I blinked back to reality and shook my head, almost as if to shake the memory off. But I couldn't forget it; I mean, how could I just brush it off? I had given my boss a freaking blowjob, ultimately crossing one of the activities on the list. Give a blowjob. Check. But I had never expected to complete it with Luke Graham. My cheeks heated up as I flopped against the couch and squeale
This couldn't be a coincidence, right? I had heard the CEO had his own private elevator, so why would he settle for the general one?Or was this just one big scheme concocted by the universe to screw me over?!"Good day, sir," Caspian broke the awkward silence with a nervous greeting, but the CEO didn't spare him a glance; he was looking at me.Oh, Lord, he's looking at me!We had already reached our departmental floor, so Caspian politely smiled at the cold man and hurried out of the elevator to make way for him.I trailed behind Caspian, keeping my head as low as possible to avoid his lingering stare. But my efforts were thrown out the window when, at the last moment, he caught my wrist and pulled me back.Caspian whipped his head toward us, his mouth open in shock, but it was already too late.The doors closed, leaving me alone with him.Again.I held my breath as he whirled me around and pinned me against the wall in the next second. His grip on my hands tightened as he drew them
“Aurelia!” With a jolt, I snapped back to reality, accidentally pricking my finger with a bobby pin. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, cursing under my breath as I raised my gaze to see Olivia towering over me, concern etched on her face.“I’m sorry for startling you,” she apologized, her gaze lingering on my bleeding thumb. “But I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes and you didn’t respond,” she added carefully, eyeing me with curiosity as I tended to the wound. I used a little piece of worn-out cloth to stop the bleeding.“Are you okay, Auri?” Olivia asked worriedly, and I pondered her question.No, I’m not okay.Far from it, even.I was still reeling from the shock of what happened earlier, wondering to myself if I hadn’t just imagined it all. From Caspian’s declaration, followed by our kiss, it was all too much for me to take. But what really lingered in my mind was the CEO’s aggravation.And that hot, feverish kiss we shared.“You really piss me off, you know.”The last thing I
Luke waited in the room for Seraphina to wake up, the doctor who had examined her said she passed out from exhaustion, but her situation was stable for now. It made him wonder how many times she had pushed herself so hard. He hadn’t even found out until later, so it only meant that she had been hiding it for a long while now. Enduring the pain in silence and forcing smiles. Maybe that would explain her impulsive mood swings. Luke glanced at her, watching her chest rise and fall slowly. Her hair bun was still in place, and even in slumber, she looked beautiful. He subconsciously leaned in, taking in every detail and curve of her face, from the freckles on her nose to the little scar on her left brow. His gaze flickered to her lips and lingered there. They were painted hot red with lipstick, adding a dangerous allure to her soft features. Luke flinched as her eyes fluttered. Startled, he straightened up, clearing his throat to regain his composure, but his cheeks were flushed with
Seraphina was discharged from the hospital two weeks later, and during the time she was hospitalized, Luke visited her often, but Seraphina never allowed him in. It hurt him deeply, especially when Ezekiel was allowed to see her. The bet between them was still active and Luke feared he might have made a grave mistake. He still watched her from afar to protect her, because now that he knew about her illness he couldn’t afford to slack off. Soon the annual banquet was held as a way for the heirs of influential families to make their debut, and this year, it was held by Montauge’s, Veronica’s family. The night was in full bloom, and both Luke and Seraphina had received an invitation. Luke saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally talk to her, and he looked forward to taking her, but his plans were thwarted the moment Ezekiel came to pick her up instead. Of course, he also got an invitation. Ezekiel stepped out of his sleek BMW, dressed in a tailored white suit and crimson
Veronica planned to make Seraphina jealous, so she accompanied him to an exclusive club in the heart of the city, one that could only be accessible to elite members. Veronica was his date for the evening, and as they reached the location, he began to regret his decision. “How is this going to help again?” He grumbled as they stepped out of his car. Veronica held his arm, dressed in a hot red dress that left little to the imagination, while he wore a black dress shirt and pants to match. Veronica rolled her eyes at his hesitance. “Just follow my lead dumbass.” The club was as sophisticated yet wild at the same time, and Luke was surprised to see Seraphina and Ezekiel making out in the VIP section. Luke’s jaw clenched at the sight, but Veronica tapped his jaw to get his attention. “Don’t look at her.” She scolded him, dragging him to the dance floor. “If not it won’t work.” Luke took a deep breath, stealing one last glance at them before moving on. As they stepped onto
Third Person POVWeeks later…Luke moaned as he felt her palm against him. He grabbed her hand to stop her, pulling back from the kiss with a dazed expression. “We can’t do that here.” He muttered, his wary gaze darting around the library. Seraphina blinked at him, her brows slightly furrowed in frustration. “Just shut up and kiss me.” And with that she crashed her lips against his, angling her head as she deepened the kiss.Luke gave him, feeling himself get hotter with each passing minute. His hands tightened on her waist, wanting to wander. But he couldn’t because she hadn’t permitted him yet. Seraphina spread her legs, letting him grind against her at least, her back pressed against the wall as Luke's tongue danced with hers. The air between them was hot, and Luke groaned, feeling his erection straining against his pants. Seraphina pulled back from the kiss with a smirk, her fingers combing through his hair.“Beg me.” She demanded, and he gulped his spit, wavering for a bit. L
Luke’s POV “A date?” I was in the gym of the mansion when Seraphina skipped in and started going on about her date with Ezekiel. The topic was none of my business, but she wanted me to tell her more about Ezekiel.“Ask him yourself.” I tightened the bandages on my wrists and swung at the punching bag, my brows furrowed in irritation. That bitter feeling was stirring in my chest again. Ever since they met, Seraphina’s attention was fixated on Ezekiel, and Ezekiel, he was milking the situation with his God damned charm. I raised my hands to deliver another punch, then Seraphina blocked my view. It was a good thing I managed to stop my fist before it made contact with her face.“Careful,” I warned her, already growing tired of the conversation.“Tell me.” She insisted. “I want to know what kind of guy he is.”A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “He’s a man whore.” I say simply. “And you are nothing but another fling to him, so you better stay away.” Seraphina tilted her head to the side.
Luke's POV “Father?” I knew when Father gave an order, no one would dare to go against him, but this….this was too much. “Please can you reconsider?” I can not imagine why he would reduce me to a mere bodyguard, was that all I was useful for in his eyes? Father remained silent, but his dark gaze caused me to flinch in my spot, and I quickly regretted my actions. I regained my composure, my head hung low as my jaw tightened in frustration. From my peripheral vision, I saw her smile, and I couldn't help but feel like she was mocking me. Anger bubbled in my chest, but my hands were tied, and not even my brothers bothered to step in. Dinner was dismissed soon after, and as I stood to make my way to my room, her voice caused my steps to falter. “Why do you hate me so much?” There was no curiosity in her tone, but rather there was a hint of smugness that caused the last thread of my patience to snap. I turned slowly to face her, my hands balled into fists at my sides. “I would app
Six years ago…..The room was dimly lit, and the cries of agony filled the small space, followed by the smell of fresh blood.Luke's eyes narrowed as he glared at the trembling spy before him. "Not ready to talk? You only have two toenails left though."The spy, a scrawny man with a scruffy beard, sat limb in the chair he was strapped to, tired from the endless hours of torture. “I…” he struggled to speak… “I don’t know anything.”“Hmm?” Luke tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “What you shouldn’t want to know is what will happen to you if you tell another lie.”“I swear….” The man sobbed like a newborn baby, “I was framed! You have to believe me, young master!”Luke's gaze never wavered. "Framed you say." he fiddled with the blood-stained plier, a sickening smile on his face. “Looks like I have to cut off your toes instead.” “No please!” The spy's eyes darted around the dimly lit room, no doubt searching for an escape route. But he was trapped, and h
Aurelia coughed out, feeling a burning sensation on her wrists. Her eyes cracked open, gauging her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was getting a taxi and then….Aurelia gasped, her heart thundering against her chest. She was kidnapped. Dread filled her body, the revelation sending shivers down her spine.She tried to get up, but a rope bound her hand and legs. Her back was pressed against the cold floor, and she looked up at the ceiling that seemed too far, she wondered how she got into this situation.For what reason would anyone have to kidnap her? Aurelia felt tears sting her eyes, but instead of crying, she tried to sit up.The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the holes in the ceiling. It was still daytime, she noted, her gaze bouncing around the room.Old boxes littered the grounds, and huge machines gathered dust in the corner of the room. This was an old warehouse, an abandoned one, judging from its shabby state. This made it serve as the perfect
“P-pregnant?” Aurelia gaped, her jaw scraping the floor. Ezekiel nodded solemnly, shifting on the hospital bed so he could take her hand. “The doctor said you're two months gone.”Aurelia looked down at her stomach, unable to believe a baby was growing inside her. Her baby. Luke's baby.Her vision blurred, and she felt like she was floating outside her body. She heard Ezekiel's concerned voice, but it sounded distant, muffled. The hospital room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.Luke's baby.The words echoed in her mind, refusing to sink in. “This…” she suddenly felt dizzy again. “This can't be real.”She must be dreaming. It can't be possible.Because she can't……she can't get pregnant. A few years back, Aurelia had discovered she couldn't conceive during a mandatory check-up for college. Her ovarian reserve was low, so there was a 0.9% percent chance her eggs would fertilize to bear a child. It didn't mean much to her then, because she was devoted to her studie