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“Uh-huh. Because you made me want to be a woman.”“You wanted to be a woman for me?”“Yeah.”“Why?”“Because you had touch me. You had want me.”“That means these nipples belong to me, do not they?” He squeezes one roughly, sternly, and I whimper, but it breaks into a moan when he cups my core just as hard. “This pussy is mine, too. It is my pussy, is not it?”“Oh, fuck…”“Language.”“Mmm.”“Answer me, Genevieve. Whose pussy is this?”“Yours.”“That is right. Mine. So why did you give it to someone else? Why did another fucker look at my pussy, let alone touch it?”God. If he keeps talking this dirty, I might come here and now.“Because you weren’t there…you weren’t touching me, so I had to let the boys do it, but you know what?”“What?” He’s pulling my panties down my legs, and I do not focus on the trail of wetness that is coating my thighs. I do not focus on how shamelessly I am drenching his fingers, because I am preoccupied with something else.His face holds me hostage. His beau
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DANIEL’ve never been one to play games.They are a waste of time and lack purpose— something that fools do to feel cunning or important. That type of affirmation means absolutely nothing to me.If anything, I am the one who makes the games and sets the rules that everyone needs to follow.So imagine my fucking surprise when I find myself dragged into a game I did not sign up for. A game that should not have existed in the first place.I am in the middle of it now. Right there where the game— Genevieve—is.You can play with me all you want. I’ll be your toy.Those mere words turned me into a fucking insatiable beast. I did not only win her in the middle of the game, but I also had every right to play with her, torture her, torment her.A week now. It is been a week since the day I broke my own protocol and brought sex to my workplace. When I ate her out and tasted her sweet cunt.I do not mix business with pleasure. Ever. It is unprofessional, bother
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“Because…because she’s mean.”“Has she been mean to you?”“She does not even talk to me.”“Exactly. So why do you think she’s mean?”“Everyone at W&S thinks she is.”“I am not going to dig into everyone’s reason for thinking that. I am asking about yours.”“Well…Dad hates her.”“You are not your dad, Genevieve.”“Whoever Dad hates, I hate. It is that simple. We’re one like that.”“Is that why you have not visited him in a week?”She jolts at that, her lips clamping shut. So, I was right. She’s been avoiding him or her feelings about what happened to him.Silence stretches between us for long moments and only the sound of the boiling water can be heard in the air.She clinks her nails in that fast, manic way that betrays her inner turmoil.“Answer me, Genevieve.”“I…just got busy with the internship. I’ll do it later.”“Later when? Tomorrow? Next week?”“Just later.” She turns to leave, probably to go hide in the nearest closet.“Stop.”She flinches, her nails still clinking together,
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GENEVIEVEou know when you are happy but feel like everything will eventually turn into an epic clusterfuck?Yeah, that is me right now.Because it is been so peaceful these last couple of days, so happy, so wholesome. Dad even moved his hand in mine when I went to visit him the day after my talk with Dan. He squeezed it, just the slightest bit, and I nearly fainted from happiness.The doctor did not give me much hope and said it was most likely a subconscious motor reaction and does not mean anything, but I do not believe that. I am sure Dad wants to wake up. Besides, he was welcoming me back because it is been some time since I last visited him.I apologized for wanting to bury him while he’s still alive. I told him that I did not mean to and that I just did not want him to abandon me like my mom did, and at that exact moment, he squeezed my hand.So yeah, the doctor is wrong, because Dad was listening and responded to me, so I know he’s there, that he did not leave me.That he’s no
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“You do not know?” Chris asks while Jane retrieves another bottle of water and drinks from it with a straw. She can act like a real princess sometimes.“I do not. It just happened. I am not sure if it was all in one go or gradually, but it just did, and I actually realized it when I was fifteen. I also realized it was impossible to fight it. I tried at first. I really, really tried. He’s Dad’s best friend and partner and the same age as him, so it should be wrong. It felt wrong, and that is why I did my best to forget about him. But I wasn’t able to.” And it kind of hurts sometimes. Like right now, when he is not around and I can not call or text, because he’s in a meeting and I am not supposed to be disturbing him.“How about him?” Chris asks. “Does he share your feelings?”“He…he’s just taking care of me until I am twenty-one.”Chris steals more of my fries. “So it is unrequited?”“I guess.” The crush and the stupid feelings are, anyway. The physical is not, because I can tell he wa
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GENEVIEVEy spine tingles and jumps and I nearly reel from the shock of hearing his voice.Not only do I plaster myself against the wall, but my whole body also hums to life. From my stuttering intakes of air to the curling of my toes in my white sneakers and all the way to my heaving chest. My nipples tighten and so does my pussy.It is just a voice, damn it, a voice among billions of others; however, it is not merely any voice. It is his voice. The man I am not supposed to be crushing on, because it is a form of dependency.It is not healthy.And Dad will kill him when he finds out about this.But all those thoughts blur in the background, all those do not matter, because what I am feeling is healthy in my mind, and Dad is not here. He still does not want to wake up, so I’ll think about everything else when he does.Right now, there is only Dan’s voice and me, his stern voice that I can recognize the anger in. There is a slight vibration in it, so even though it sounds calm, I know
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His jaw clenches and I can tell how much he’s aroused now, because his nostrils flare and the possessiveness washes over me in waves. It is why I say things like that; I know they make him shed his control and turn into the powerful dominant who’s able to tear my world to pieces.And then he curses and I get wetter at the thought that he wants me so much, he can not contain it. Other men sound coarse when they curse, he sounds hotter than sin.“What’s mine?” His voice is thicker, deeper.“My pussy. It is yours.”“Fuck.”“Yes, please fuck me.”He closes his eyes, and even though his jaw is in a rigid line, I think he’s trying to conjure some form of patience, but when he opens them, he is not calm. On the contrary, his eyes are nearly black with all the shadows crowding his masculine face.“What did you just say, baby girl?”“Fuck me.” It is barely a murmur now, a bit unsure since he’s pressing hard on both my nipples and my clit, playing with the tight tips, teasing and rolling them b
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DANIELwyneth is fast asleep.I can not stop staring at her. At the delicate lines ofher face, at the slight flutter of her long, thick lashes over her cheeks. At how her fiery hair frames her face.But most of all, I can not stop staring at the blood.Her virginal blood, because she hasn’t had sex before. She hasn’t let a dick inside her, and I acted like an animal and took her against the wall.If I had an ounce of control, even a sliver, I would’ve stopped and carried her to a bed. I would’ve put on a fucking condom like I usually do. But all those thoughts did not exist when she had her legs around me, rocking against me as if she’d waited for that moment as long as I have.There was no thinking, period.I should’ve known better. I really should’ve known fucking better.I leave her on her princess bed, with muslin curtains and fluffy pillows, and head to her bathroom to wash my dick.It is covered with remnants of my cum and her blood. And I can not stop staring at it. At the evi
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