All Chapters of Married To My Mother's Fiance : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HURACIO. Four days ago, we got information that Helena was back in town. Salvatore suggested that we bait her using Katalina. I am completely against this because she is almost where I wanted her mentally. She grew scared and wary of me after the last punishment. Banking on that fear, I systematically scared her into compliance by subtly reminding her to either behave or go back to the red room for punishment. Each time I said that she would slightly shiver and try to get away from me. To counter that, I started getting physical with her until she was comfortable in my arms. Thanks to that, she no longer throws tantrums and is quite used to my touches and kisses. Therefore, it's about time to take the next step in her training. What if I take her out of seclusion and she gets her groove back? That would mean that all the work I have put into taming her would go to waste. I don't want that. After turning the city down and getting no feedback, I had no choice but to follow Salvatore

HURACIO At first, she was resistant, but after a couple more smacks on the cheeks, she started doing a fairly good job. She took my dick in her mouth and sucked the tip like a lollipop.Listening to the erotic smacks and squashy sounds she was making was as good as the warmth of her mouth, and the feel of her tiny tongue gliding around my shaft. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and slightly pushed it in a little bit. She wanted to resist, blocking it with her tongue, but with another smack, she stopped being crafty and opened up. She wrapped her tongue around my shaft and guided it to a corner of her mouth. I started moving slowly, hitting that corner. Her mouth was small, wet, and warm. “Keep your slutty eyes on me, kitty. Yeah. Like that " Her eyes were slightly red and wet. Sweat gathered on her forehead, and thanks to my fingers, her hair looked like she had just woken up. Sliver was sliding down her tiny mouth which was filled with my cock. Each time she gagged, her wet

“So, tell me. How bad was it, and how are you right now?”Flashes of all I had gone through in Huracio's hands streaked through my mind. Especially getting steamed and cooled like chicken. I took a deep breath and sincerely replied. “Bad. It was bad. Viruses shouldn't exist, Emilia. I thought I was going to die. Then, I fainted. I don't think I will ever go to the beach again.” "Oh darling, I am so sorry. Let me know when it's okay to come over. It will be best if he is not around.” She said conspiratorially. "Well, he is not…" I replied with my voice overlapping her last line. Then, I choked and gasped. “What did you say?" "I know you heard me.” She snorted. I could imagine her rolling her eyes and silently hissing like a rattlesnake. “Let's get coffee tomorrow at the usual spot." I quickly suggested. "Are you sure you should be drinking coffee?”"Didn't you say you wanted to see me? I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. Let's get coffee after.” “Okay. What hospital? I wil

KATALINA “Her friends told the police that we were the only ones who had a problem with her." I instantly felt worried. What if they investigated me and found out that we met on the day she was attacked? “You don't have to worry about it. Once they found out you were married, they left us alone." “Really?" I was wide-eyed. “It's been more than two weeks, so maybe they don't need to come in. I don't know.” Huracio. He must have taken care of it. I couldn't help but be wary of his ability to do and undo. It is uncanny. Once She was gone, I started packing some miscellaneous stuff into a small carry-on. They were mostly my toiletries and some of my favorite home-wears. The meal was delicious, but by the time we finished eating, I was restless. With plans to go shopping with her in a few days, I left once we were done eating. Getting home around 3 pm, I found a spread on the dining table. Rosa prepared something. Who asked her? I wanted to just ignore it and go upstairs, but

Chapter 29: Yes, Daddy. Katalina With scented oil flowing down my body, I ran my hands all over my torso, while swinging my waist to the invigorating beats. I attended to my breasts with my right hand and tried to reach my nipples with my tongue while kneading and smooching each mold intermittently. My left hand was left to roam my body, gliding up and down my stomach, while teasing myself in between the legs. Once my body was fully covered with the oil and I was glittery and slippery all over, it was finally time for the tassel and some serious dancing. Tassels look harmless, but they sting. As I danced seductively, I intermittently whipped myself with the tassel. The strips hit several places at the same time. At first, I felt nothing, but the sting gradually built up, and the spots I hit gradually grew pinky. Following the beat cue, I picked up the net bra and started playing with it. I rolled it in the air like a sports fan rolling a jersey and riding it between my legs li