I feel warm, a moan slips past my lips as rough hands move everywhere on my body, on my breast, on my stomach even caressing my lips. My head turns side to side feeling something building inside me, an unshakeable urge to satiate this burning ache forms in me. My hands flew to my aching pussy, but they touch something soft instead, tugging it harshly, I hear a grunt. "Adrian." I gasp shocked trying to move away but instantly his hands secured around my waist in, a tight grip."Oh! God." I screamed as he bit my inner thigh, "Yes, scream little rabbit, they are like a sweet melody, I would never sleep without.” His fingers rubbed my clit, and I bite my lips to hold in the whimper “You are so wet, darling.” He looms over me, his grey orbs darkened as he took out handcuffs from the pocket "What part turns you on that I am eating you out like a dirty slut or being handcuffed baby?" My pussy clenched as I tried to close my thigh, He hovers over me taking my face in his hands leaning
It's late my muscles are aching sitting on this chair for hours, everyone has already left but I am working overtime cause apparently, he doesn't have enough fill of torturing me for today. I feel his intense gaze on me, I try not to pay attention to it but he just makes it so obvious."Sir is something wrong?" I ask looking at him. Dickhead why are you staring at me? I tried to make my voice neutral and not let the sarcasm drip in, "No, Miss Mavis." His voice is cold but those eyes give it away how much he is enjoying me making me uncomfortable. "I am just enjoying the perfect view," he says gesturing towards New York City, "What a sight, it will be to see your face smeared with coffee that you like to drink so much," I murmur. "What a sight it will be to see your face smeared with my cum." his voice was dark and rough around the edges just like him. My typing stopped midway, I looked at him wide-eyed. “Shameless bastard.” He smiles at me innocently as if he didn't just mak
The rain today was so unexpected my clothes are slightly damp, and my hair strands are sticking to my face like a nuisance annoying me. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the office door before entering, he stares at me as if he knew I was waiting outside. "You are fifty seconds late Ms. Mavis." His voice is gruff, he rakes his hands over his hair, and the buttons of his shirt are open. He looks frustrated his eyebrows are furrowed and the usual stoic expression on his face is gone, suddenly he stands up from his chair and walks towards me. My legs involuntarily took a step back and as if that triggered him, he launched towards me picking me up in his arms “What are you doing?" I shrieked my hands clutching his expensive suit. He settles me over his desk "Adrian you-" his lips sucked on the water droplets on my neck, the warmness of his mouth on my cold skin made me moan and before I intend to push him away, he groaned and moves away "You test my patience." As soon as he put som
And I was looking into his eyes, which I fall into,for they are my ruin and if only I knew, my salvation.I am drowning in water. The liquid is thick and cold, and I can feel it pressing against my skin, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I can feel it in my bloodstream, seeping through my veins like poison. My arms and legs are heavy, and I can’t seem to move them. I try to take a breath, but instead, I just swallow more water. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I know I am running out of time.My vision starts to blur, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. I am losing consciousness, and I know it.The water is inky black, but I can still make out some shapes in the distance. I can see the moon, like a beacon in the sky, and the stars twinkling in the night. I can feel the pull of the tide, and I wonder if I will ever resurface.Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my arm. The next thing I know, I am being pulled out of the water. I am coughing and spluttering, trying t
Everywhere I go, I see you in the empty faces matching my empty heart.The sight of the girl sitting on his lap, doesn’t get out of my mind, the whole day, I work, the image stays at the back of my mind putting me on edge, is he fucking all the other girls out there?What do you think, Lily,? Do you really think the sick bastard would be loyal to you?I feel angry not at him, but at myself, for letting him control me, even when he is not here, all I could think about is how much it burned me to see him with other women.It’s okay Lily, with time this feeling will fade away, I assure myself.Soon, I pack my belongings and leave, taking out my phone, I text Amelia where she is.It’s been three days since she said she would return from the trip soon but still, there is no text or a call.She is on the run from her family, who always forces her to marry a rich reputable family. so their business could be expanded.But sometimes, her family crosses lines, once they kidnapped her and told h
And who is the villain, who is the hero? how, do you pick the truth from lies when everything is an illusion, crafted by the mind? How do you run, how do you fight, how do you defeat, when you have yourself as the enemy, bent on your misery, your thoughts become an ocean in which you drown, how do you deal with hate that your mind holds onto, telling you that you are not worthy of love, that you are not beautiful, not talented. Sometimes, the biggest curse to have is to hate yourself when all you have is yourself in this world to stay afloat. I stare at the stranger who sat across from me in the park, crying her eyes out after her boyfriend dumped her telling her that she is not enough for him. I wanted to comfort her but it looks like she needs to be alone, sometimes all you need is to be alone, to realise your value, to find yourself in this abyss. Sighing, I stood up and started to walk towards my apartment, again, he crossed my mind, the work was awfully quiet today, I was use
The bell rang, disturbing my sleep, and I limped towards the front door, yesterday was tough, he enjoyed me having to work so many extra hours to complete the work.As soon as I opened the door, I find myself hugged, too harshly that it made me stumble a few steps back, “I missed you, babe.”I smiled hearing her voice.“Amelia.” I yelled wrapping my arms around her as peace enveloped me for a few seconds “Do you know how scared I was when you didn’t reply to messages for days?”“I know but I couldn’t risk the possibility of papa tracking me,”“Come, sit, you need a drink.” I said making her sit on the couch and as usual, she joked “How about some vodka?” I laughed and poured some juice into both glasses.“So, how is it going?” she asks and no words form in my mind, what do I say, how do I start, so instead I just say “Fine.”She raises eyebrows at my answer as if knowing that I am lying to her “Which country you were in?” I ask her instead she replies “Switzerland.”“Are you sad?” she a
THIRD PERSON POV. She thought of herself as the pawn, him as the puppeteer but nobody knew they are all part of fate’s plan, a cruel plan. ’t have a mom or dad and this seems to be the only way. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she knocked on the door of his penthouse, the door opened, and she stepped inside. He stood there at the centre of the spacious corridor, and what creeps her out is the smile on his face, he is the puppeteer pulling all the strings, of cour