Slave of your body의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

*** The same routine every day; come to work and continue with my life until it doesn't make sense anymore. Maybe I am exaggerating when I say that it won't make sense until I have enough money to open a business where I can be my own boss. That's every woman's dream who wants to be independent in every way. Entering the mall, I greet the security guard, "Good morning," and he kindly responds and wishes me a better day than yesterday. I really liked that because there are people who wish you well even if they're not your family. With a lot of positivity, I continue walking until I stop to see that my boss is a few meters away from me. I'm mesmerized watching him touch his brown hair while talking to that unknown man. I don't care about the other man, my center of attention is him, there's no other. "Hmmm... You can close your mouth, enough for everyone to notice that you're just another one on the list who drools over him," I startle from the surprise of seeing my boss. "I've been

"I try not to smile, but they don't cooperate. Haha, I thought this place was going to be too boring, but these women have made my day. "The thing is, the boss had never addressed an employee more than twice before, and the worst part is that the rumors come from his ex-boss." Ouch, that hurt, but I shouldn't let it hurt, surprise, or overwhelm me, because that woman hates me, although I still don't understand why. I'm a girl who doesn't mess with anyone, and I've always tried to help, I think my flaw is that people mess with me. "And you let yourselves be guided by the gossip," I smile as I turn to look at them, "it's so easy to judge and point fingers at a person you don't know; who doesn't interfere in your lives, who only wants to get ahead through work, yet it's not enough because working is a sin, going to a nightclub is a sin, drinking one or two bottles of liquor is a sin, smoking one or two cigarettes is a sin, everything I do is a sin because it bothers you that I breat

My entire body tenses up, and I bring both hands to my purse, squeezing it tightly. I close my eyes, allowing myself to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations. I bite my lower lip, and despite the driver still being here, moans escape my mouth, one after another. "Good girl," he encourages me while increasing the intensity once again. Without exaggeration, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I try to maintain my composure, but the more I hold back, the faster he goes. I feel my legs weakening, my breathing slowing down, and the urge to undress increasing. The effort of holding back was starting to make my stomach ache. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any longer; I leaned forward and then backward, leaning back onto the seat. For seconds, I couldn't stop shaking; wave after wave, ecstasy shook me from head to toe. I had to control myself from fainting, although my body was betraying me; my forehead was drenched, and drops of sweat were sliding between my breasts. The vibrator w

Damn it, that's blackmail. Just as I was about to turn around, I feel someone unexpectedly grab my hand and pull me towards him with a possessive gesture. I'm surprised to see that emotionless face, that no longer has the same spark it had when he was next to me. For a moment, my anger disappears and turns into concern. What's happening to me? Have I become soft? Without warning, he takes my hand and pulls me towards him. His closeness throws me off, and makes me flush and ignite. I look around for any soul that might see us. "The neighbors." "You left me alone, and the worst part is that you came with him. What are you doing with that bastard?" He shouts with anger, leaving me static with his attitude. He approaches and eliminates any space between us to possess my lips. He sticks out his tongue, and runs it over my lower lip. He looks at me. Then he runs it over my lower lip again, bites it until I open my mouth, and finally kisses me. He sucks my mouth in such a way that I am

I respond with a kiss that I enjoyed spending time with him and getting to know him in every way possible. And what his ears wanted to hear is that there is no problem with his departure, we have already spent some time together, and although my body wants more, that doesn't mean it won't happen again. Everything I said has left him surprised, to the point where he tells me that next time I'll stay at his apartment, or he'll stay with me. He wants to experience what it's like to be with someone for more than six or eight hours straight. The last part made me laugh, he gets out of bed and starts looking for his clothes to get dressed while I stay admiring his naked body. He's a man who has it all, from head to toe. Now I can say he's got good material, not to mention those muscles that I've touched and enjoyed. Damn, my heart won't stop beating, and my vagina is craving more. "It seems like you love tattoos?" "Very much," he nods, finishes putting on his jeans, and hurries to put