"Shit you're killing me," he growls as he increases his speed, both hands holding each of my legs firmly making my butt fly on the air. I'd say I'm 20 degrees inclined to the bed, and have been this way since the past few minutes. The sound of our skin slapping each other's adds to the mixture of moan and scream from me. He's been lifting my legs in all angles, I wonder when will he finally come. I remember it took only minutes when I blew him in the past but today, it seems like forever. He is still drilling me. Not that I complain but I feel guilty for only cumming on my own. Multiple times, if I may add. While he's still looking for one. Is it because I'm not his type that he can't come? "Fuck! I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" He sounds like he's in pain, as I grab my bedsheet, needing to hold onto something while I ride my orgasm. I don't know how many I've had since we started but it seems like they keep on coming, one after another, while he curses every time I have it
"Nina?" He knocks on my door when I'm in the midst of wearing my pyjamas. It's a cute blue Frozen dress given by May when I had a sleepover at her place during Hannah's fourth birthday. I normally wear shorts and tops when I sleep but tonight I'm going to skip panties or shorts, because it hurts when my vagina touches the cloth. I'm not only sore, even the friction of my movement makes me wince in pain every time I walk. Hence this pyjamas slash dress comes in handy, to give me some air for my vagina to breathe in, after the hard work she endures all evening. "Princess?" He tries again when I still haven't said anything or opened the door. I closed it once I finished my bath just now, to have some privacy to change my ruined bedsheet and dress myself. Though he has the key, proven by him intruding my private space when I was napping this afternoon. It's his first time using the key, since he always respected my wishes whenever I wanted time for myself. A mental note: don't bothe
Christopher’s POV 👱🏻"Have you signed the contract, Mr Johnsons?" Martha asks when I'm only one step away from the door. Shit, wrong timing! "Uhh not yet, Mrs Adams." I scratch my head as I grin awkwardly, cursing myself for not checking the situation outside my office first before going out. "I told you I need it signed yesterday." The lady says sternly as she taps her right foot multiple times, intimidating me. She’s gotta be one of the scariest assistants in this whole wide world, keeping me between my tail the entire time, not even allowing me to slack off for the fact it's only Monday. Chill out, Grandma. There’s something we call Monday Blues. "Can I give it to you tomorrow?" I ask her, pleading, with my puppy eyes, because that seems to work most of the time, "peyishhh?" I even add a please the way Kai always say it. "Did you even start reading it?" She has added a hand to her waist, on top of that foot ta
What is he doing here right now? It's only 4.20pm, why is he here? Isn't today Monday? He's always home late on Mondays, sometimes he's only home when I'm already sound asleep, so why? "Yeah?" I shout back from my room as I zip my suitcase. Instead of using my business-trip suitcase, I'm using the two biggest one I have, dumping everything I own that can fit into them. If I can fit my bed in it, I'd definitely throw that in too. I don't know when will I be back, or if I'll ever come back, that's why I'm bringing everything. Just in case."You packed everything." He sounds disappointed. I pull the smaller suitcase among the two towards the door, approaching him, "Can you help me with the other one?" He sighs, "Yeah sure." I pull it out, straight to the main entrance. A second later I hear him with my other suitcase. "Nin," he calls me when I'm about to open the door. "Hmm?" I turn around, did I l
I don't care even a tiny bit about what he said because there is no way, no fucking way I'm going to give myself as easy as that, which I don't plan to give even a piece of me despite whatever I said about the agreement. Instead of following his order, I go to my room, wanting some time alone in a familiar space. I want to get out of the house so bad but he's right there, standing in the kitchen that's in between the living area and the main entrance. There is zero chance of me going through that door without being put to my place as he always does. He's being an ass because he fucking locked the door of my bedroom. Unfortunately, I don't have the key to my room, simply because I never needed it. Both of us have been roaming around the house without boundaries because one; we've seen each other, two; we respect each other so we won't cross the invisible line between us, and three; we've known everything there is to know so there is no need to close the door to hide something. But
It's almost 12 and I'm seriously so sleepy I've been yawning a lot that my jaw starts to hurt. But no, I must be strong. I can NOT sleep before him. I must avoid being unconscious near him as much as I can these six months. The episode of how I lost my virginity can't repeat itself. But he's been sitting there reading that thick document as if he's studying for finals tomorrow. Last time I checked he has like another quarter of the whole thing, I wonder if he's going to finish it tonight because I reaaaaaaaly want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.Maybe I'll just lie down a bit, my back hurts from sitting on the bed since the past three hours. "Maaaaamaaaaaa Niiiiiiiinaaaaaaaa," I can hear Kai's calling me in a sing-song mode. Uhh what is he doing here in the middle of the night. "Wake up, Mama Nina," he whispers into my ears then giggles, thinking it's funny to wake people up like this. "Go to sleep Kai.""Wakeeee uuuup, it's mownin!" My eyes open instantly upon hearing the word morning. Sh
"I suggest you pack your stuff now, we're leaving after dessert. I have to send Kai to Lauren's tonight." He tells me in a hush tone when I was doing the dishes, obviously not wanting others to hear him. "Why." I challenge without turning to him, rinsing the plates in total bliss. He can't force me. I'm at my house! I have Mom, Matt, Grandpa, Grandma, heck even Lily would defend me if they know he's threatening me like this. "Kai will attend his classmate's birthday party with Lauren tomorrow morning." That's not the why I was asking. But still, rich boy life. Parties begin at the tender age of three. Hmmm. "Go on, I'll finish up here," he nudges me on the elbow but I hiss in irritation, "Can you just leave me alone." "No."I finally turn to look at him, glaring with the fiercest expression I can muster, "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" "You want me to fuck you in the ass to know if it's really painful?" "What?" He's seriously changing the topic, twisting my words, o
"You're going to learn how to say thank you tonight.” He suddenly lands his other knee on the bed, caging me in between them. "I don't force people to have sex with me," he lowers down his body, his face is so near to mine I can feel his breath on my skin, " ‘they' are the one who beg me for sex." All those voices from different women saying please-please-please, yeah. I remember them now. "Tell me, are you going to behave or still be a bratty princess like you've been all week?" The way he asked creeps me out. His voice, his tone, is so gentle I feel like something real bad is about to happen. Calm before the storm."When people give you something, you say thank you," he smells my hair, as his cheek touches my ear. "If you want something, you say please," he drags his nose lazily downward, stopping at my neck, inhaling my scent before humming in satisfaction. He always do this every time he buries his face on the crook of my neck. "And when you promise someone," his face is sud