Jessie was still wiping his body dried with the bath towel when Nyll walked out of the bathroom. Jessie’s felt the need to hurry as he did not want to lose Nyll out of his sight. And he also had to know where to go after her because she did not say anything about where she was heading. Jessie knew he suggested they continue where the lady would feel more comfortable, but it did not clarify his words. He was considering the owner of the house would have somewhere she wishes to go or somewhere she considers as comfortable for her. Besides, it was the very first time Jessie came into this place. He wasn’t sure where to go to get anywhere. Which way is to the bedroom or the kitchen, and elsewhere. He will have to walk through and get to the end to know where his feet led him to. To his relief, he saw a glimpse of Nyll’s back only seconds from disappearance. She walked into a room where Jessie was not sure what was inside it. He just followed. “Hurry up, handsome,” Nyll’s voice was full
Without words being said to tell Nyll what to do, her body seemed to dance along to whatever Jessie appeared to be telling her. Nyll’s elbows leaned on the bed to meet Jessie’s kisses halfway as his hand in between their body remained in its position. He could not lean down as swiftly as without the hand on her lower abdomen. They both wanted to feel the same sensation, but they also seemed too desperate to give each other that passionate kiss, so they seemed to meet halfway. “Ohhhhhmmmm, Jess! Jess!” Nyll whimpered. “You’re going to make me cum again! Fuck!” Jessie kissed Nyll one more time before he sat on his heels, gathering all his strength to satisfy the woman as she seemed to urge him to go even faster. They seemed to be chasing something incredible and fulfilling. His thrusts turned even more powerful. His hand rubbing circles on her clit pressed harder, and it did not take too long before Nyll stiffened. She moaned so long as if her orgasm would take its end as its sign to
Dearest readers, Welcome to a new adventure! Xoxo******************************“Hi, I am here to meet Mister Donovan,” Mavie told the receptionist. “Hi! This way, please,” the provocatively dressed receptionist, wearing a micro-mini skirt of black and a tight body-hugging buttoned silk red shirt, courteously ushered Mavie to a private room. Her tone wasn’t very warming, but she mannerly spoke as her profession called for it. Mavie did not mind. As long as she gets to where she was supposed to go and meet this person who her husband said could help him from the trouble he got into, Mavie was not in the mood to mind. She had no time for such, and honestly, she is not so confident she can win with all her self-uncertainties. Who wouldn’t be when you have been verbally abused all your childhood days from the very place everyone should consider as the sweetest and most secured walls, called home? Her mom left with another man, so her dad poured all his hatred and frustrations on Mavi
"I owe him my life, so if there is a way I can return the favor, I guess I can say I am willing to do anything," Mavie replied timidly. The man scoffed. He was extremely irritated that this woman could be a slave to such a despicable man like Lyndon, a notorious gambler and a manipulative con artist."Do you know who he is?" he asked again, jaw clenched. "I know his name. And aside from being a good man to me, I don't think there is anything else that matter," Mavie replied with a firm tone expressing her unshakable belief. "Even if I tell you that he is just using you?" The man sneered. Judas Donovan seemed to be so disappointed with this lady. His tone was full of hatred; he sounded scornful. As if the lady was behaving so unacceptably wrong. "I don't know what you mean," Mavie was starting to get pissed. In her thoughts, 'Why would this man be so negative about Lyndon? Who is this man anyway? Between the two of them, Mavie would still take Lyndon's side compared to whoever sc
And checking on her background, Judas found out that she lives with a man named Lyndon. A notorious gambler whom Mavie seemed to consider her savior. But according to Judas’ investigation, what happened that day, Mavie’s father was beating her and was almost about to swing the baseball bat on her head, was all an act. Lyndon personally asked Mavie’s father to play that exact scene that took place because he wanted to make sure Mavie, his claim on their gambling bet, would never think about going back home and build trust and faith in him as a good person compared to her father. It turned out that Mavie’s father had been a constant player at a table with Lyndon, and he would usually boast how the old man had a daughter for a cash cow at home. And Lyndon made fun of saying the daughter must have been too ugly to accept all her father’s wishes. But the father showed a picture of his daughter, and Lyndon realized she wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she looked so innocent and enchanting.
Checking the documents, Mavie felt her head start to ache. She was not sure she understood more than half of its entire content. It made her feel even more degraded and tinier than how she already knew she was. “I am sorry, I don’t think I understand everything in here,” Mavie did not even spend more than ten minutes checking the contents of the file she was handed. Judas frowned. He tried to recall what educational attainment this woman got to make Judas rationalize her words and check if she was playing tricks with him. But it did not take so much effort to remember what Mavie said to Judas’ assistant when she had the interview. She admitted then that the information on her application which stated she was a high school graduate, was not true. And she was willing to accept whatever the employer would decide after coming clean from such false information she had shamefully indicated on her application form. She also admitted that she had been applying for jobs indicating the truth,
“Do you think I am being ungrateful to break ties with him after he saved me from the hands of my very own father who wanted to harm me? I even think I would have died then had Lyndon not came to save me,” she asked. “Do you want to do this or not?” Judas asked after he stared at Mavie with his squinted eyes. “If it’s going to save Lyndon, yes,” Mavie replied confidently. “Then sign the document now,” Judas snapped. He was furious with how this woman could be so devoted to paying another man’s debt. Given the fact that she did not know the truth behind the arrangement of why she was staged-saved by this man from the hand of her own father, she did not even try to find out the whole story behind Lyndon’s sudden appearance in their home, perfect timing when her father, Jobert, was almost to beat her to death. “Oh… okay…” Mavie replied with a stutter. She picked the pen, but Mavie asked for clarity one more time before signing her name. “With so many pages in this folder, was it all
Mavie was too scared to open her eyes. But knowing this was a part of her job as his slave. She did not hesitate to respond. Lyndon had kissed her a few times, but aside from torrid kisses, they had not done anything more. Actually, it was only for a show that Lyndon would kiss Mavie even when they are outside their home to show people around that Mavie was his girl. It was also to solidify his masculinity. Lyndon is impotent. He has erectile dysfunction, but he did not tell the whole truth about how he ended up as one. Judas stared at Mavie's face as their lips parted after a passionate kiss, and she had her eyes tightly shut. For a moment, Judas forgot the order he personally gave Mavie about not looking directly into his face. He somehow felt offended that it seemed like she despised looking back into his face as he did while they were this close and intimate. But he also thought that maybe if they were this close, she wouldn't get to look at his face to tell anyone of his enemy
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Mavie asked, baffled as the man suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and he cried pitifully. Mavie looked at the patient on the bed, there was nothing unusual. His heartbeat was normal, and he looked just the way he used to be a coma patient. “What is going on? Please tell me….” Mavie answered assuringly. Trying to calm her Master to the best of her ability. She was also starting to feel scared because she had never seen this brave man act the way he was at that moment. Judas told her everything that he had seen his grandpa did except the part where he mentioned Mavie as his girl. But as he tried to ask again to show Mavie, the old man on the bed did nothing similar to what Judas was excitedly telling Mavie. “Mister Dinero, it’s me, Mavie. Do you recognize me?” Mavie asked casually, speaking to her patient like she would usually do. But the patient’s eyes did not move like Judas said they did. They tried again. Nothing. “I asked him a few q
As for Mavie, she was actually brave only because she knew some of her Master's men were around to protect her. But she was not going to rely everything on them. She will fight on her own if someone comes trying to bring her down. Mavie admits that her bravery was also because she was more than confident that her Master was not going to let her be bullied other than him. Like Judas would tell her most of the time; "You are my slave. I am your only Master. No one is allowed to order you around other than me. Not even a bully aside from me."So she did not fear to act accordingly, protecting herself when someone tried to intimidate her with violence. But she did not want to let the matter get worse. Mavie tried to deal with what happened in her own way."Mister Ray, please do not tell my Master about what happened today. I don't want him to get mad or worry about me. He already has so much to handle. I do not wish to add to the things that would bother him about me."Mavie begged Ray o
Days went on. Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months, and months became a year. A lot of things happened. Joaquin Dinero, Mavie's patient, passed away in his nap with Judas and Mavie right beside him. His body had seemed to reject the medications, and in Judas' dreams, his grandpa spoke to him that he was too tired and wanted to join his wife in peace. Ever since then, the grandson was torn between the sadness to let his grandpa go, and another sorrow that he was refusing to grant the last, one and only wish the old man seemed to have asked of Judas, the grandson. It was not even a wish done like every ordinary people would do. It was like asking Judas to let his grandfather die. And the way of asking such a wish was through a dream which Judas could not find in his heart to fully believe until he realized that every medical procedure and treatment they tried to provide the old Dinero did not seem to have any positive effect. But, of course, the grandson did not give up. Mav
Mavie did not want to disobey her employer so she ate the oatmeal although she was not a fan of eating it. She had to take some meds to get better very soon so she could do her tasks, and so she did everything her Master had ordered her. The medicine had an effect to make her feel sleepy so even if she did not want to sleep, thinking it was rude when her employer was around, her body was not able to fight against the medicine’s effect. Without her knowing, she had a good sleep and rested, when she woke up, she felt way much better. It was almost like she had never had any cramps earlier that day. “What are you doing?” Judas asked when he heard some noises from the kitchen while he was checking the monitors all around the house, his and his grandpa’s, his business building, and everything that was going on in his operations. By having an eye directly able to see everything in and out of his business establishments, Judas can easily handle problems even when he is afar. “Ahmm, I am s
Just as Judas had ordered, the lady doctor was able to speak with Ray, but the doctor suggested that the patient be brought to the hospital for a proper check-up. “At the clinic, we have everything we might need in order to make sure everything is accurate, unlike when we do it on house calls. It would be best to have her womb checked through an abdominal or vaginal ultrasound.” Ray relayed the message to his boss. Judas was silent for a while. He had to think of a way to keep everything in safety. There were a few things Judas had to consider whatever he might decide to do in his predicament. “Ray, I want you to check who gave me the first call with an unregistered number today. Can we make it quick? I want to bring Mavie to the hospital, but I am worried about leaving grandpa behind,” Judas stated with a dark face. Ray knew that look. As the assistant for the mafia don for quite a while now, he had learned to read between the lines, hear unspoken statements, and read his boss’ m
"Master….?" Mavie called out softly. Mavie was not so sure she was allowed to address the man the way they had agreed. She was confused if their arrangement also applied while she was on work duty or on the weekdays, now that they both realized they were also employee and employer aside from being slave and Master. But calling the man master was not something she felt awkward about at all, so when she noticed the man did not seem to mind her way of addressing him, Mavie continued to ask what she had in her thoughts. "How was the result from the test we did last Sunday with the doctor?" Judas was not sure if this girl was playing a silly game or if she was really unaware of such facts about the human reproductive system. But when he looked at Mavie's frail mien, Judas' gaze lowered and continued to clean his grandpa's teeth and gums with the soft and wet cloth. Just the way he saw on the security surveillance camera how Mavie would do such tasks of keeping the patient feeling fresh
“Master….?” Mavie did not expect to see the man, but instead of surprise, a faint smile was visible on her face. If there was someone Mavie wished to see at the very moment, it was no other than this person. The only person she had been thinking of with so much longing to see again, spend time with, no matter what reasons fate had to bring them together. “Master, is it really you?” Mavie asked again but in a soft whisper. Judas had so many scenes played in his mind of how this moment would turn out to be in reality to have a slight idea; if he cannot be accurate, so he would know how to explain and clarify his identity to Mavie. He had expected her to be surprised, first of all. If not, she should be scared o upset, but among all the possibilities his mind had conceived, Judas was baffled to see an exact opposite to what he had supposed Mavie would have reacted. “I had hoped the names of my slave and the hired carer for my grandpa would be one and the same person,” Judas hid his a
Ray started to check the packaging label of the item. He had a picture from Mavie’s stocks and the products that were on the racks. “They have the same packaging, right?” Ray held the pack and showed it to Judas. “This item is the same as the one in this picture, right, boss?”The cashier was watching the only customers he had in the store in the wee hours of the night; two men, as they chose items on the shelves. The store worker was not confident to walk closer and offer his assistance because he noticed they were on a section he was not very knowledgeable about. He was a man, after all, so he did not know much about sanitary pads. He was confident he could assist them, but only if they wanted to pay for their purchases. Because f they were going to ask anything else about the item, the worker was not ready to answer any questions. But if they still chose to approach him, he would just tell them to check the prints on the packaging. That’s all he could to help. Soon enough, two da
Ray was startled when he noticed his boss got into a car parked right outside the gates. Judas had ordered one of his men to bring a vehicle outside his gates and had its engine started because he would be leaving soon. And it was right where Judas asked it to be when they walked out of his grandpa's house. "Boss…?" Ray called for Judas' attention with hesitations. "What?" Judas asked as he fastened his seatbelt, seated right next to Ray, who was sitting behind the wheels. "I'm going to buy the pads and a serving of warm porridge. You can take your rest. I can handle this," Ray answered cautiously. "I have no doubt you can. I am even amazed you don't seem bothered that you are going to buy such items for a woman. Personal, if I may add," Judas said casually. "I don't think you're that kind of guy…." Judas could not say his words exactly. The Mafia Don was also cautious not to offend Ray's feelings if he happened to be wrong in his thoughts. They do not have much of an age differe