Long erotic calls for him escaped my lips as I continued to secrete that white and sticky liquid that he enjoyed licking so much. The pink vibrator remained buried deep within me until his lips is done wiping every single drop of cum that I had. I could still feel my body shaking even after he removed the cuff and chains around my legs. "Do you want to touch me?" He asked after he removed my blindfold and I met his eyes that were filled and darkened by desire. Desire that he is filling for me as of this moment and now I wonder how many girls lost their minds because of these stares? "Yes. Let me touch you. Let's make the score even," I told him. I swear he drained out my energy after that mind-blowing orgasm so I am not sure now where I am getting this random burst of energy but I want him to feel the same pleasure that I felt. Kairos nodded his head and then he removed the cuff from my hands to give me the freedom to move around. I immediately push him to lie on top of the leather
Kairos and I explore and own each other's body for hours. I remember falling asleep on top of him as he got me so tired that I could barely open my eyes after my last orgasm and so when I woke up I felt a familiar softness of the bed in the master's bedroom as well as the warmth of his olive-colored duvet. I was confused. I force myself to open my eyes and look around and my hunch has been confirmed. Kairos probably brought me here while I was sleeping. I was too tired to feel that he moved me from the room to the master's bedroom. In search for Kairos. I did a quick run with my eyes around the room but I couldn't find him anywhere. My eyes then land on a clock placed on top of the side table. It's seven in the evening. I don't know what time we finish fucking and the same goes for the hours that I am asleep. I dipped my head inside of the duvet and saw that I was dressed up in a pair of white silked pajamas. I don't have anything underneath though. "Fuck," I murmured as I felt a s
Sitting on the stool placed in front of the kitchen counter where Kairos is busy thinly slicing a white truffle for the fresh tagliolini pasta that he decided to cook for my dinner. I was biting my lips the whole time I was watching him move around the kitchen skillfully. All those veins on his hand as well as his long finger would rope him to different gigs as a hand model in a commercial if he wanted to become one. "You were staring at me for quite some time. There is no way those gazes as for this pasta," he told me as he tossed in the white truffle to the pan and then he started to swirl it around just by lightly shaking it. "Of course, it's not for the pasta. We both know that you are way mouth-watering than that tagliolini regardless if you toss in some thousand dollars truffle or not," I said making him chuckle. I rested my elbow on top of the granite counter and my chin on top of my hand. "Are you seriously flirting with me when you are e sore that you can barely walk? Don't
Rory's phone slip out of my hand. It fell straight to the floor and it broke into two. With both of my eyes closed. I carefully weigh the choices that I have and that is to turn to him first or I will pick up Rory's phone and start to panic about it. "Why is Nicholas talking to you like that? We are going to be a married couple. He is your brother, yes, but it's none of his business whether I'll get you pregnant in the first month of being together," he said to me. Kairos is still facing my back. My head vividly imagines what he probably looks like right now based on his voice. Kairos is mad. Play it cool. You'll get your way out of this situation if you play it cool, Rory. "There is no way you can get me pregnant in the first month of being married. Remember that you'll be away for a month after our wedding because of your business trip to Japan," I told him. I crouched down to pick up the cell phone that I left on the counter in the middle of his walk-in closet where his collecti
It took me some time to pick up a bag that would match and complement my all-white dress. I needed a pop of color in my outfit so I settled with a green Bottega Veneta. "I swear I am almost done," I said to Kairos as his footsteps neared, and erasing the distance between the two of us slowly filled my ears. Smiling from one ear to another. I slowly turned around just so he could have a proper look at my outfit. "Do I look like the perfect Missus Lancaster?" I playfully wriggled my eyebrows at him after I asked that question. Kairos carefully scrutinized me with his eyes from my head down to the intricate details of my green heels that I needed to change from black after I chose my bag. The smile on my lips faded as my eyes settled on his face and I got to read his expression—his lips were pursed in flat and he couldn't keep his eyes glued to me. "There's an emergency in the office. We need to stop by there for an hour or two before we can continue with our plan for the day," he to
"I want you gone in our life before you cause us further trouble!" Dianna shouted at me. Her voice is shaking in anger and so does her hand that is pointing to the front door of their mansion. "Auntie Dianna, please!" Nicholas said as he walked in between the two of us. Blocking her as she tries to come for me again. Dianna's eyes scream murder and if she wanted to. She can easily kill me and get away with it. "What is happening here?" The head of the Spencer household asked with a calm voice but his tone was full of authority. Their shoulders move up and down as she struggles to keep herself calm. Dianna faced her husband while Nicholas offered me his hand to help me stand up. His eyes fixated on my lips and I think I do have an idea why. I can feel a sting of pain in the side of my lips. I am sure that Dianna slapped me so hard and it cut my lips. "You are bleeding," Nicholas whispered as he eyed me worriedly. "That slut! She slept with your daughter's husband, Niklaus! She is st
I didn't bother treating the wound on the side of my lips and instead spent the last ten minutes being drowned with my thoughts. Staring at the ointment on my lap. I was reminded of how disappointed Nicholas was as he stared at me because I thought so lowly of myself. Just when I was about to close the first aid kit after I put the ointment back inside of it. A small voice urged me to take it with me. I contemplated but in the end, that so-called small voice won. The Spencer's mansion became a ghost town. I couldn't find their traces, not that I wanted to see them. We are mad at each other and we might end up screaming like uneducated people if we ever see each other again. Just when I was about to pull one of the double doors in front of me to leave their mansion. I felt a presence standing behind my back. The woody scent of his perfume plays with my nose. "Niklaus," I said his name and slowly turned around. He took another step closer to me. His eyes were stern and cold, almost
The corner of my well-made eyebrow raised the moment Kairos touched the side of my waist, keeping me still and calming me down from kissing him aggressively which made me stop. His lips didn't move to respond to my kisses and I felt like making out with a wall, sexually violating him even, so I stopped. I took a step away from him, but before I could take my distance. His hand grasped around my wrist and his eyes landed on a particular part of my lips. I am not wearing any lipstick so I am sure that it's not that. It wasn't because my lipstick was smudged but because of the cut on my lip that is pretty much visible to anyone if they take their time to look at my face. Kairos stood up from his swivel chair. He cupped my cheeks, caging my small face in his hands. I looked away but he was quick to angle it back in a position where he could see the small cut in my lips. "Who did this to you?" He asked. His eyes darkened in oblivion. He is like those knights who came home to their wives