MATURE CONTENT ( DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSIVE) Decker Wrapped his white towel around his waist, grabbed Adele’s wrist, and brought her inside the room. She was eager to know what was waiting for her. The room was dark as the black drapes covered the windows. The smoky red light was enough to remind Adele; She was in Devil’s den. He closed the door behind her back with a creaking sound. Inside this close dark room, she was a submissive, and he was the dominant, away from the world. He touched her shoulder blades with his finger. “Kneel,” he ordered. She twirled her long hair into a messy bun. In her laced wet panty and bra, she kneeled, lowered her peer, her hand behind her back, like an obedient docile. Decker slid open a drawer and brought a blindfold for her. “What am I going to do with you? You don’t need to see it. Just feel it,” He husked. A chill went through her wet body, making the goosebumps erect. Decker blindfolded her eyes and helped her to stand. “Give me your ha
It was the middle of the night; They were sitting outside on the yacht’s deck, looking up in the dark sky filled with sprinkled stars. “Decker, do you trust me?”“Yes,”“Tell me about your family. I am sure you didn’t come from the sky.” Adele was trying to make the conversation easy for the moment.“There is nothing good to tell about me.”“OH!” she signed and looked away because she knew he would not open up.“I am going to get some ice cream. Do you want?”She tried to avoid him, keeping herself composed.Decker read her expression, holding her hand.“My father was a poker player for the Don Santorio; my mom was a stay-at-home parent who never dared to stand against him. Although she had her affairs outside the marriage. The time when boys used to discuss cars and Beyblades. I learned about guns and to dismantle them.”He didn’t blink his eyes, looking blankly towards the dark horizon.“Don Santorio killed my dad in front of me, not to mention that day I felt peace. I hated him for
~ADELE~It was peaceful, with Decker driving back home. But my heart was drowning in an unknown swamp alerting terrible news waiting for me.Where we were, it was a heaven, a place where nobody knew us, but reality sucked in.The reality of Decker and me, him as a Mafia lord, and me?I saw my town pass from the highway, and it reminded me again that I had to meet the Sheriff.I wanted to know who killed my brother. Decker pulled my hand in his and pressed his lips on my knuckles.“Is everything ok, my flower?”“Yes,” I whispered in my choked voice.“Doesn’t feel so,” he could read my blank face too.“It’s just about my brother.” I accepted.“What about him?” “Nothing. I am curious to know who killed him. His death has lots of secrets buried within him. It’s my fault; if I could pay the money to those bastards, they would...”He pressed another kiss on the inside of my palm.“None of this is your fault. He was dead because he deserved that.”I furrowed my brows at him. “How could you s
We reached our destination; the weather was soothing as I stepped out of the car holding Decker’s hand.“I hope you enjoy here,” he uttered as we entered the club area.“I don’t know anyone,”“You know me, and that is enough, my flower,” he added.I squeezed Decker’s hand as we approached the last tented seating area.Unwanted eyes were gawking at me, and it was hard to resist people scanning me like that.“Why is everyone looking at me like this?” I whisperedDecker’s hand pulled my waist towards him as he husked in my ears,“I warned you,” a devilish smile sprinkled looking at my swells,My heart was drumming anxiety coiled through my body, looking at the two men in black who stood guard just behind the owner as we reached.“Hello, Decker,” the old man stood holding the cigar in his hand.“Hello, Boris,” Decker took a step and hugged each other.Boris’s eyes landed on me.“Chto za krasota,”(What a beauty)I blinked my eyes. He walked towards me as he gently lifted my hand.“I am Bor
“No, Decker. I am drained, exhausted, and tired. It’s hard to understand your twisted way of loving me. Now even I am not sure do you love me or not.” I slammed the door and slithered against it.My heart thumped against my ribcage, but it felt like everything had broken into thousands of pieces.“Adele,” I could hear his voice because I knew he was sitting on the other side of the door.“Get lost, Decker,” I cried.“You broke my trust,”“I am so sorry, Adele; I didn’t want to hurt you,” he uttered.“I don’t want to listen to you,” I blasted.“Please, Adele, give me a chance to explain myself.”I stood and opened the door immediately.He is a stubborn man, and he would not leave me alone until he explained to me all the things, I went out.“Adele,” he thought I would listen to him, but all I wanted was to get away from him. I pushed him aside and walked outside.“Where are you going?”“Leaving this house,” I turned and whispered the words that could hurt him the most.He pulled my hand
~Adele~ We could only hate a person whom we loved. We can’t hate strangers. One of my friends told me that, but today I wanted to add one more thing, Yes, it’s true we can only hate a person we loved, but the same person could heal the wounds he gave. My body melted when his arms wrapped around me, or I wanted him to consume me. My pain giver became my peace giver. I missed him more than my breath, more than anything, and the stunt he pulled today gave me a hint that these feelings of what I felt in the last few days would go nowhere. I had to live my whole life fearing losing him anytime, and I was not ready to accept it. He was kissing me, and my mind was threatening me with these thoughts, He stopped for a moment to look into my eyes like we were living a dream of seeing each other after a long time, “I missed you.” His eyes filled with emotions and honesty. I was mummed because I wanted to scream at him for leaving me in pain. “Say something, Adele,” The only thing I coul
The blissful morning and my hand on his beating heart, I blinked my eyes and opened this day with my beautiful man sleeping beside me. A man who would burn this world and allow no flame to touch me, How many girls wanted a man like him, madly in love with his wife? I was blessed, or should I say, God gave me my part of love. A long time ago, I lost a lot. I pecked a kiss on his lips, trying to start my day with his sweetness on my lips, “Where are you going?” He pulled me back. “Starting my day, my dear husband. Get up; we need to check on Maria. I wanted to thank her,” I replied, pulling my silk robe on my skin, “Before that, check on me,” he pulled my neck as I landed on his lips; he sucked my lips like a hungry animal, “Now I am feeling better,” he released my mouth. But he squeezing my butts, telling me to act more. I sat in a straddle position, rubbing my core on his member, “Stop teasing me, Adele,” I removed my clothes, cupping my swells, biting my lips, dragging on him,
It’s her birthday morning. Adele happily received all the birthday gifts from Decker. “Happy birthday, flower,” Decker kissed her forehead and presented a red velvet box in her hand, “What’s this? Don’t tell me...” “Oh! My God,” Adele’s eyes sparkled with the glimpse of a stunning cushion-shaped brilliant diamond shimmering through that red velvet box, “It’s big,” looking at her reaction, Decker chuckled. “Big? I was looking for something bigger than this, but...” “Decker, it’s beautiful. But I am scared to wear such an expensive thing; what if I lose or damage it?” She looked weary. Decker rolled his eyes, looking at the stress line on her forehead. “I will buy a new one for you; nothing is more expensive than you are, my flower,” She blushed as the fresh blood flowed towards her cheeks. They finished their breakfast, Decker was busy looking at the time on his wrist perimeter; something was bothering him, “Is everything alright? Decker,” He tried to avoid eye contact beca