Proserpina Lucien? I asked myself.Had he brought me roses? ???Swallowing hard, I stood, inhaling the heady fragrance.Where was he, the man I loved?I dashed out of the room, clutching my bathrobe.There were more roses placed in baskets in the corridor, and I felt my heart swell.The lights coming from the kitchen made me race over.But the only people there were Beatrice who was cuddling Baby Claude. My youngest son was awake and blinking disarmingly at the world in general.Along with the old housekeeper were the two maids who took care of the twins. Ria and Piers sat at the small table, having ice cream from enormous bowls. Watching them, anyone would think they had been starved! I thought drily.They all turned to look at me, and I felt a blush stealing over my face. “Where…Ummm… Lucien, I mean your Pappa, is he... I mean, where is he?’Beatrice exchanged a knowing smirk with the maids as she stood up and waddled over to me. She beamed as she said, “The Boss had come by a few
When the cars pulled up escorting his Woman, it was past midnight.Proserpina smiled as she stepped out daintily. She felt like she was in a reverse Cinderella situation!And then, her breath caught as she saw him.Illuminated by the lights on the porch, there stood her big, muscular husband. He was dressed in a charcoal gray formal suit, a tumbler in his hands, his men about him hovering discreetly.But the waves of desire, of longing came crashing at her and she felt a longing to rush to him and throw her arms around his neck, to kiss him and surrender to him mindlessly.But Proserpina did nothing of the sort.Swinging her hips in the naturally seductive way she had, she took measured steps to reach the man who stood, watching her every move.*Lucien stood, frozen, watching her approach.Just the sight of the small figure with the thrusting breasts, the jeans that hugged her rounded curvaceous ass, made his co*k jump up in anticipation.He stood still as she came towards him. She
Proserpina Lucien came forward.‘Now undress me,’ he said, his voice hoarse with lust as he raked his eyes over her curvaceous body.She obeyed him, flicking him a glance from under her lashes, wondering what he was planning.Demurely, she did as he had ordered. His manhood reared, like a beast unleashed, when she undressed him, and she knelt before him, stroking and licking the thick, heavily veined member. Explorative, she kissed the tip, licking the pre-cum beading the tip of his thick, purple coc* and he snarled. It took an effort not to reach down and thrust himself into her willing mouth.But with a look of entreaty, her dark eyes, wet with heat and longing, she took charge.Her tongue tentatively swirled around his manhood, tasting, sliding her tongue along the slit, making him shudder. He had not slept with a woman in a long while; the only woman he wanted was the one kneeling before him, servicing his coc* and he felt as though the stars were exploding behind his eyelids as
ProserpinaWe had lain in each other’s arms after all the torrid lovemaking of that night.The food had been heated and we had eaten slowly, feeding each other, till somehow, I ended up in my lover’s lap again.Cuddling into his hirsute chest, I murmured,‘Lucien Delano, I cannot live without you…’He said nothing for a long time and then said in a hoarse growl,‘Don’t leave me again, woman.’For answer, I pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely.I melted in his arms as he took possession of me once again.*Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I came awake to a pleasurable sensation that had me moaning. Lucien was sucking on my clit, his large hands holding my legs apart firmly as I tried to thrash.In some bewilderment, I realised that he had tied my wrists with a silken tie to the bedpost and I was helpless as I writhed under his clever tongue, powerless to stop him, my legs spread wide open for his pleasure.And mine.Raising his head, he growled,“Stay still, woman. I n
ProserpinaI came awake in the early hours of the morning and put out my hand to reach for my husband. It was chill in the room, and I missed his warm, hard body.But Lucien was not beside me. The gray dawn filtered in through the blinds. I sat up slowly and looked around me. My short shift had ridden up during the night and my hair was a tangled mess, tendrils curling around my face.Looking towards the window, I saw him, standing still and oblivious to the fact that I was awake.Shaking my head sorrowfully, I rose slowly.A couple of years had lapsed since that terrible night when our lives had seemed to come to a standstill, but I knew that my lover would carry the scars with him forever, as we all did.I wept sometimes but Lucien held himself back, never letting anyone know how he was dealing with the betrayal of a man he had trusted with his life.The friend who had tried to kill him and sell me off into the sex trade.It was a betrayal that he had never got over, not till date.
ProserpinaWith a rumble in his chest, he came forward.‘Little one.’ He growled. I remained where I was, looking up at him, my love in my eyes.He pulled me to my feet and fisting my hair, jerked me around, moulding me to his body. I could feel his hardness against my back and I trembled, in longing and a strange kind of fear. He looked as though he was about to give way to his darkest desires.I tried to look at him, there were times when I felt he was trying to drive me away, when he would be vulgar on purpose, hurt me with his harsh use of my body deliberately. But I knew I loved him enough to take it, to wait for the storm to pass over.Now I let my body relax against him, slowly.“Yes.’ I whispered.’ Whatever you wish to do to me, My Master.’“Damn you,’ he growled and jerked me closer, a fist in my long brown hair, holding me still as he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking and then sinking his teeth into me, hurting me. I whimpered, shuddering in want , pain and pleasure beco
SchwartzHe strode along the corridors of the newly constructed block at the Club. Business was peaking at the Club and it was late evening. Schwartz was frowning as he looked at the phone, trying to make sense of the messages that were landing on his phone. His men tailed him, Big Joe Barron and Leslie Lee. He trusted them. After what had happened with Shark, both Gaston and he were alert.Now he was scowling. Gaston had called, his raspy voice punctuated with anger and wariness.Dmitri was back.*** Sophia.I hurried along the heavily carpeted corridors of the gentlemen’s club called just that The Club.Like it was some iconic building, I thought rudely. Like it was The White House or Buckingham Palace.Egoistical buggers.Just another place where men came to vent their sleazy desires.Yes, the newly opened Fight Club in the lower level attracted a fair share of the revenue. Especially since one of the owners, a burly grey-haired man called Gaston St. Claire regularly participated
SophieI had no boyfriend as yet. When you are plump and shy, you are not really considered to be arm candy material, I guess. Unlike me, Sondra was considered hot. She had begun to go out with a number of boys, each one sleazier than the first.**My friend Beth who was walking with me had been the one who had looked embarrassed. She clutched my arm and pulled me away, adding in a fierce whisper,‘Soph, don’t let it get to you.”But something about their knowing looks and catty remarks rang true.These days, Sondra tended to return home late at night, her clothes bordered on the vulgar. She deliberately kept her blouse buttons open, her skirts rode up her thighs and she looked like a woman, not a girl who was still in her teens.The ugly remarks of the girls left me furious. When I pestered her, she finally admitted that her boyfriend had told her about it. Dragging Beth with me, I had gone to the old bicycle shed where I was told Sondra had been seen heading to.What I saw made me n