ProserpinaLunch was a great affair. Lucien turned up late and so we waited for him. Schwartz arrived with Aiyana Laughing Water well on time. I welcomed them to my home joyously. I was thrilled for Schwartz. Aiyana was a taciturn person, so Schwartz spent his time dominating the conversation.Handsome James looked like a man sublimely in love and I could not help ribbing him. I noticed the curious looks the woman with the exotic features was giving me.*Lucien strode in after a while, gripping my chin as he kissed me hard on my mouth after he had entered. My heart skipped as I met his cold look: he was still furious with me. Dimpling at him, I wriggled away. As he made to grip me in his arms, I slipped away.“We have guests, my Master.’ I whispered lightly, relishing the look of fury that flashed across his granite-like face.*The twins shrieked with joy when they saw his gift.He had chosen to gift the twins a couple of ponies that were currently housed on our new farmhouse. He
ProserpinaTo incense and drive Lucien even crazier, I had asked Danielle to send me a dress for the evening.I need something sexy and seductive, I had said and she had given a grunt.Danielle was a darling.She had outdone herself this time, I thought with a mischievous grin as I held it up and inspected the gown.*Deep, rich green in colour with sequins that shimmered as the light caught them when I moved, the gown set off my deep brown hair beautifully. I had curled the ends of my hair and now it hung like a soft, sensuous cloud, reaching to my hips.*The material was heavy yet soft on the skin, with thin straps for sleeves and a gently flaring skirt that swished with every step I took. It looked beautiful. No, it held an alluring, a come-hither type of look. It had a deep back, plunging almost to my a*s and a small zipper there that I could not reach despite my best efforts. The neck plunged daringly, cupping my breasts lovingly. I had only worn my panties but had left out my br
LucienIt was the same all throughout the long, silent journey to the Club. He was aware of her with every pore of his body, his c*ck at half-mast, painful and hard within his immaculate trousers. He tried to concentrate on the messages landing on his phones, tried to read his emails but her alluring presence, her long hair with the fragrance of vanilla that brushed him as she moved, made his staff jump with excitement. He was conscious that she was doing this deliberately, her small mischievous dimpled smiles, the full mouth with the plump lips glistening as she touched up her lipstick, the way she accidentally fell against him as the car swerved sharply, her full breasts pressing into his arm, her lovely face turned up to him apologetically…Yes, she was playing with him. But she was playing with fire, white-hot fire at that, he thought grimly, his jaw tightening as he scowled down at her.Suddenly, in a fit of passion, he gripped her long hair, forcing her to tilt her neck up to hi
LucienHe had had enough. He had been unable to tear his eyes off his wife as she spoke animatedly and laughed with the young men with Aiyana. The youths in question had not been able to look anywhere else, either, he thought furiously, his hand tightening around the stem of his glass as he watched her, his hand in his pocket.“Ah, such a little thing… Did you pick her up from school?’ sighed someone close by and he turned to meet the eyes of Tara Winston, the woman who was Brad Winston’s aunt. She had had a twin sister who had been Lucien’s lover for a while. He vaguely remembered having f*cked both of them together on some occasions when Shark had been alive.Of course, it had been Shark’s idea. . Looking back, he knew that the fellow had simply fed Lucien women to use and discard. But once Proserpina came into his life, he knew he felt something more than lust for her. True, her divine body made him want to f*ck her and never stop. But along with it, there was a deep desire to prot
Lucien was like an animal in heat as he took me that day. All the pent up frustration he had been holding back, erupted fiercely. He did not hurt me, there was no deliberate violence, but he was rough. Not uncaring, never. He made sure that I was also experiencing pleasure, using his hands and mouth to transport me to exquisite heights.But I could sense something more, a need to prove something. Prove what, I thought wildly as he made fierce love to me, stamping his ownership on me.I thrashed and moaned and whimpered as we made love, this big, muscular man I loved mindlessly and I. The huge bed with the soft white Egyptian cotton sheets was crumpled and damp with our frantic lovemaking after a while. Once, I made to sit up but his strong arm commandingly latched onto me, pulling me down onto him. He positioned me on his c*ck, impaling me like a prisoner and I gasped as he seemed to be touching the core of my womb. As I rode him, my large breasts slapping loudly, he grunted hoarsely,
SophieShe stepped out for a smoke after a while.“God… my heels are killing me,’ she grumbled. Sophie chose to go for a smoke in the patio. True, no one was supposed to go there, at least, none of the members of the staff. But as long as she was not caught, she did not see the harm in it. The small area was almost deserted. Except for a young man with brown hair and freckles who was standing in the shadows, smoking too.He turned in some surprise and looked at her. Then he grinned. Sophie thought he had a very disarming smile.Frowning, she recalled that she had seen him inside, during the party. He had been talking animatedly to Proserpina bl*ody Delano.She scowled at him but he seemed unperturbed.‘ Hey, do you want me to leave?’ he asked in some consternation. Sophie met his eyes. He seemed a nice kind, a decent sort, as her mother would have said.She shook her head and lit up. *She had not been one for smoking but these days, she felt it gave her a sense of calm. Now she puffe
ProserpinaWe had spent the night here, at the Club after all. My body had been claimed repeatedly through the night and I felt a sensation of languid content.I felt the familiar soreness after a night with Lucien, stretched and aching, but a pleasant languid ache. I smiled and turned to look up at him.He was regarding me and I felt a jolt shoot through me. The man must have been awake before me. Despite all the sexual activity of the night before which had left me exhausted, he looked ready for more!“Why are you smiling, little woman?’ he growled as I stroked the scruff on his cheeks. It was rough and I dimpled. ‘ I was thinking of how I feel sore…’ I whispered.The grey eyes gleamed and he had raised himself on an elbow, the powerful muscles of his arms expanding as he lowered his head to my earlobe, nibbling it, his tongue wandering over it.’ 'Where exactly does it feel sore, woman?’ he growled and I could hear the smile in his voice as he took in my hardening nipples. The mu
LucienHe was preoccupied with the arrangements for the Fight that was to happen that weekend. He glanced at his young wife as they ate their breakfast. There were dark bruises under her eyes and he could see a small mark on her chest where the knitted shirt she was wearing revealed as she shifted.He smiled. Even after five years, he still longed to tame her. She had the ability to hold him in the palm of her small hand, dangling, wanting more. He was an alpha male, a dominant man who expected complete submission from his partner. But this woman, with her fierce independence, her excellent management skills at work and at home, she merely allowed him to dominate her in bed. And that made him want her all the more.Yes, he thought in mild astonishment, he respected her. For Lucien Delano, it was a first!*He had never found a woman worthy of being taken seriously before; all the others were merely bodies to satisfy his lust. This woman with her warm brown eyes, her curvaceous body t