Chad's POV
I wanted to keep my pace, but I noticed it wasn't giving her the satisfaction she wished for. I know well how she would provoke me to go rough and pounce on her like a wild horse. Her disobedience is one way, and I get what she means, so I give her what she wanted. I pounded on her, I knew she wanted me to pull my shaft out of her, but I did not let her do her will. It amuses me to feel her desperately squeezing my girth inside of her as she is on the [eak of her orgasm. It makes me greed for more that I did not let her go until she knocked us both down into the bed. Her unexpected move left me no choice. She was able to break the knot we were tangled into.
I saw her weakened as euphoria drowned her enormously.But I am pretty sure she wasn't done yet, and I am definitely not letting her have her peace just yet. I asked her to move closer to where I was standing on the floor next to the bed. I will make use of her“Ohhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck! Fuck! Ffffffffffffffffffffffuuuck!” Lisa wildly moved to escape my touch as she felt her orgasm drowning her again for the nth time already.But it did not stop me. I continued to worship her heavenly tastes. I lapped, licked, suckled, and like a wild beast, like digging something out of her, I wobbled and waggled my face; rooting on her wet, hot red-pink pussy while my two digits inside her snatch joined forces to delightfully torture her and toss her to another wave of orgasm.“Uggghh, Chad, babe, I’m… ohhhh… Ahhh, ahhh…”I couldn’t help smiling inwardly as she stiffened then fell limp, almost like lifeless, down on the bed. She was no longer able to keep the camera held in place, but she must have tried her best to stay still or at least carefully and securely placed the camera to the center on the bed, not to let it fall. “Ohhh, you don’t know how fuck
“I will start all over again, okay?” I stated.“Just fucking do it already!” Lisa’s teeth were buried in her lower lip as soon as she finished talking.I did as I told her. I started all over again. “Ohhhhhh… fucking tease!” she whined when she felt my first stroke on her crotch.I made a short horizontal line on the top of her pussy, right into the line of her clit, then a vertical line from the center, her clit again; I slid my cock down to her entrance and made another short horizontal line at her perineum. Lisa was moaning and whining. Although suppressed, they still made a sweet sound of her as I kept rubbing my cock to create letters for her to get the message until I was done. She did not say anything. She had her eyes closed, and I took a deep breath before I asked.“What did it say?” I mumbled. I was looking at her face through the camera lens I was holding in my hand; while I press
Lisa's POVI was sitting on Chad's lap. I can feel the moment was a bit serious. But as crazy as it may sound, I could not help gyrating my hips above him. My mind was busy. But so as my intensely aroused body. My brain was telling me we were talking about something sensitive and important, but lust was devilishly teasing me. And I was mercilessly being defeated.I was so helpless, that despite the matter on discussion being super delicate, I wanted to feel the friction of his length inside of me. I also wanted to feel the rough surface of his bulbous and very hard cock rubbing inside my walls. I was overwhelmed with emotions. Just like I told him, I didn't want to be wrong. I didn't want to overthink. I didn't want to give myself false hope, either. So I asked him:"What exactly do you mean?"Chad was also waving his body to meet with mine. Then he answered. "I want to be your man."His answers sti
If one day my mom says she wants to leave him, then I will support her. And maybe by then, I would be brave enough to tell my mom what happened to me. Well, only if the situation calls for it. Because as much as possible, I would prefer to have it all for myself than burden her with the thoughts of what happened to me. It happened a long time ago, and talking about it would bring back old wounds. And I didn’t want that to happen. I have moved on, anyway. I reached out my left hand, the hold on his nape. And Chad looked up at me. I asked him again.“Do you believe I am worthy of such love?” I couldn’t help my tears falling as I asked him. And my heart was aching. I was hoping his answer would satisfy me.“You are more than worthy, Lisa.”His words were so emotional that I did not notice my eyes closed in their own, savoring the sweetness of his words. I have heard from somewhere that a person’s strength can also be
And as I wanted to return the pleasure, I did everything I knew would satisfy my dearly beloved Chad. I even let him take me "anal". We did not notice the time pass by; the lights in the room were kept the way they were when we started that even when the night time came, it was still bright inside. It must have been the new level of our emotional bond that boosted our libido and sex drive that we seemed to be tireless and full of energy. When I initiated to prove how I dearly love him, he would not let his proof of confessed adoration be lame or less convincing than how I may have expressed mine; as a result, we had to surrender from each other and admit that our feelings for each other are immeasurable, indescribable and yet, humble. That we cherish the other more than oneself. I value him more than he adores me, and he also claimed the exact same thing.I must have dozed off that I was startled when I woke up to a view of a different room. There were no cameras, and it was
"Hey, mister giant neighbor!" Called a sweet, flirty voice of a girl from the next-door neighbor's west window. But it was in a hushed tone.Owen was right next to his window in front of the neighbor's as he was sitting with his back to it as he was smoking after his dinner. He was not sure he was being called, so he did not respond. Everybody knows his name is Owen Frost, and no one has ever called him a giant neighbor ever before. He's been in this neighborhood ever since he was assigned to do an undercover job for the Narcotics team seven years ago. He is the most trusted plumber in the whole area. And a lot of his neighbors had moved in and out, so he knew almost everyone around here already. This neighbor to his east side just moved in a few months ago. A mother and daughter. He checked the background of these two. The mother, Debra, is forty years old and a veteran hooker. Isabel, also known as Izzy, is seventeen, a senior high student but a famous troublemaker.
"Where are you going?" Izzy asked.Owen turned to look and frowned at the teenage girl on his bed."What now? I am not allowed to leave you here and find my peace somewhere else in this house?" He asked sarcastically."Yes!" Izzy answered shortly as she sat up and crossed her legs sitting on the bed. "I will behave, but you can't leave me alone. I'm scared."Owen was astounded. This girl sounds authoritative. She seemed to be commanding him around like he was someone among her servants or something. She was scared, and she was demanding Owen to stay in the same room. But he also realized it was not a good idea to leave this troublemaker in his bedroom where many confidential things, including his service firearm, were hidden in this room. She might find them if she starts to look around out of curiosity."You said it yourself. You're not into babies; although I am almost turning to legal age in a matter of days, I am sure I don't fit
“You’re quite odd. Did you know that?” Izzy asked with a pout.“So, I am the odd one now?!” Owen sneered at her. “When in fact, you are the one calling me names and all?”“You’re odd because you don’t seem to appreciate when I speak my honest thought,” Izzy retorted. “It makes me feel like you would rather prefer I lie to you.”“The more you talk, the more things become twisted and confusing,” Owen frowned. “Shut your mouth if you wanna stay, or go home if you can’t keep quiet!”Owen noticed how she could turn the issue into the way she wanted it to be. And the scary part of them is the possibility of her words being right despite the slight possibility of it being exaggerated. He felt the danger of being wrapped around her cute, tiny little fingers if he did not make her stop. Her enchanting charm was starting to win him over despite his mind resisti
“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