All Chapters of Please, Mr Giordano: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MooreMy entire body ached, a relentless reminder of the night’s ordeal. Yet, against all reason, I found myself stealing glances at his maddeningly perfect form.I barely caught a glimpse of him, my focus entirely on escaping this room—whether it meant running out bare or risking another confrontation with him.He looked calm, too calm. Lucien’s icy demeanor, coupled with the deathly stillness in his eyes, was something that would haunt me for a long, long time.“Go ahead, Moore. I permit it,” he said, his tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. He sat on the edge of the bed, the brown rope dangling lazily in his hands. “I would’ve been highly disappointed if you didn’t attempt a run. Your sudden obedience scares me.”I took a hesitant step backward, then bolted for the door, my desperation fueling my every move. My hand fumbled with the knob, twisting and turning it as if my life depended on it.My body betrayed me with every motion—my bare breasts grazing the cold meta

Lucien.Her eyes shone with shock at my request. She's so unwise to think that would make me stop. “Go on, bite on it.”She rested her teeth on me after some reluctance that earn slaps upon slaps from me. I let out the groan I had suppressed since fucking her mouth, her siliva dripping down from my shaft.With one more deep throat fuck, I let out a more defiling noice, restricting my eyes from closing.I pulled out immediately and she gasped, painting heavily as I let go off her hair.She was now moaning loud, the viberator still clenched to her pussy. She viberated, unable to control the pressure of the toy.Sensing her release anytime soon, I picked up the whip and in one go let it land on her sex.She yelped in pain, the pleasure disappearing as she struggled admist the bondage, while also raising her head up, her mouth full with my precum and her siliva. “Please…” she begged, her body tensed. “Stop please.” “I haven't done anything Moore.” I replied picking up the wet wipe

Athena “Fucking Moore!”Lucien was supposed to be with me. He was supposed to be releasing his monsters on me like he always did, leaving me in a tangled mess of satisfaction and pain. It was the one thing that made me feel special, the one thing that made me believe I was his alone. And him, mine.But now, he had humiliated me.He had even went as far into asking someone to walk me out. To take me home, for God’s sake. Worse still, he had ordered his obedient little dog, Lillard, to escort me out of the mansion like I was some unwanted guest.He hated Moore—that much was obvious— and for everything with it, I hate her too. But there were other ways to punish her. Ways that didn’t involve denying me the only thing that tethered him to me. His body was mine. It had always been mine and now he's sharing it with her. The pain I had always looked forward to, he's giving it out.“I’m sorry, but Master said I must go home with you,” Lillard insisted, his face impassive as always. “I have

AthenaThe shrill cry of my alarm dragged me from the abyss of sleep. Or maybe it was the sunlight cutting across my face like an uninvited guest. I didn’t know which to curse more.With a growl, I flung my hand over the damn thing and hurled it across the room. The satisfying crash of it breaking did little to ease the pounding in my head. My eyes fluttered open, rebellion forming on my lips.But the pounding in my head? That was less so.“Chloe!” I bellowed, my voice hoarse and jagged as I turned over, wincing at the way my head felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. The pain wasn’t just a headache—it was a punishment.“Fucking Chloe!” I screamed again, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead in a futile attempt to stop the throbbing.The door creaked open, and Chloe darted inside, her face a mix of panic and caution.“Miss Farris, you’re awake,” she said, her voice soft and hesitant.I squinted at her, my vision blurry, my irritation razor-sharp. “Stop statin

MooreI remembered Ava. I couldn’t forget her if I tried. She was that little girl at the ice cream shop, throwing her cone in frustration, her face scrunched up in anger. I’d squatted down to meet her eyes, trying to make her smile again, even though I hadn’t known why she was so upset.Now, everything clicked. That man standing beside her, the one who bought her vanilla ice cream instead of the strawberry she’d wanted, was Linn or Lillard, or whatever his name was. The man Lucien had been with that day.I remembered my own ice cream, the strawberry. The last of it. Lillard had said that it was the seventh place they had tried, looking for strawberry. And yet, Ava had thrown her vanilla away. So I’d taken a squat and offered her my own.I remembered the smile that lit up her face when she took it from me. I remembered how, just before I was about to leave, she’d held onto my hand with that innocent grip and said, “You look like mommy. Can you take pictures with me?”My heart twisted