IRISWhen we pull back from our kiss, I see a hundred dollar bill hanging in-between his fingers. “Penny for your thoughts.”Grinning, I took the money and made a show of putting it in my bra while slightly exposing my cleavage. Like a man without shame nor remorse, he stares at my exposed flesh like they were made for his eyes. “Eyes up here, Mr. Scavo.”His gaze snapped up to me and I could see the malicious glint in them. “Now can you blame me? I’m a man, after all. Thoughts?”My smile dims as I shift through what to tell him. “I’m afraid we won’t last. I’m afraid you won’t feel the same way about me any more after a while, and I’ll just be another conquest left to pick up the shards of my heart after it gets broken.”Les watches me for a moment with a blank expression. “Do you think I’d go to war with my family over some random woman I’ll forget after a while? I’ve killed for you, Iris, and I have never done this for any other woman. You need to stop questioning how I feel about

IRISI glared at him and grabbed his cock before I got an idea. Getting to my feet, I grabbed the bottle of honey on the table before going back to kneel. Then I poured a considerable amount on my hand before rubbing it all over his cock. He sighs in satisfaction and I hear his breathing change, and pick up the more I stroked him. Heat crawls up my neck and cheeks but I continue working on him. Without hesitation, I licked his shaft which in turn elicited a soft groan of approval from him. Gaining more confidence, I hollow my cheeks and take him in, inch by inch until he's three quarters in and can't go anymore. Then I began to suck.“Look at me.” He commanded and I instantly obeyed. “I always want to see your eyes as you take me in.”I moved in and out on him over and over again eliciting a growl from him. “This is such a fucking beautiful sight.” He laughs. “I should have thought of this sooner.” He strokes my hair like I'm a good little girl and as time went by, his breathing b

IRIS“Can we still go about our day while we ruminate on this?” Les asked and I considered his request reasonable. “Sure.”I changed into one of the dresses he got me, and then we went downstairs to have brunch. All through, we ate in silence, and I hated it. I hated that I spoiled the mood between us and made it awkward with the topic of a child. After our brunch, Les took me on a tour of his mansion, and I was able to learn a few more things about him. Les was an artist who painted in his pastime, and I wondered how he was able to do that and still be an underground fighter during his teen years. I saw all the championship belts he had won and heard all the stories behind them. Then he showed me his car collections, the grounds which had a stable and two horses. By the time we were done that day, it was late evening, and we weren’t able to go shopping any more, but I didn’t mind. Getting to see a new side of him was refreshing. I got to learn that Les The Beast wasn’t really his

IRISOver the next couple of days, I continued to send out applications and even tried writing some pieces but I realized I was experiencing a block. When I couldn't make headway, I sat down in front of a TV and watched some cartoons. It was my coping mechanism back at Massimo's house and it's starting to be my coping mechanism now. Cartoons weren't always at Les' place either. I was surprised when one day I received a delivery signed to me and when I opened it, I discovered Les had bought all variations of cartoons for me to watch. Along with some T-shirts with cartoon characters on them. Les continued to leave pleasant surprises for me while I carried my one unpleasant surprise inside my body and whenever talk about Taylor came up, he refused to talk about it and everyday I became more and more depressed.If I wasn't writing, I was also video calling my Dad or Hilda. Now that I had a working phone, I was able to access my old social media profiles. I came across a lot of message

IRIS:In a matter of minutes the entire living room was destroyed. I stood still in the carnage as shattered glass covered the ground and furniture became upturned. Les yelled every obscene word known to man until his voice cracked. He went on to punch walls till his knuckles cracked and his blood ran red down the walls. Rick ran in with the other security men, confused but with their weapons drawn.“GET OUT!!” Les yelled at them. The men hesitated, especially Rick who looked my way and seemed like he didn't want to leave me alone with him. “Come Ma'am. Let's go.” He said as he approached me with his hand stretched forward. I had no idea I was vibrating where I stood until I raised my hand and found it shaking violently.The next thing I hear is the click of a gun. I froze just about to touch Rick and turned. Les had a gun pointed at Rick and his eyes were filled with utter madness. “Touch her and you die!” I turned to see Rick with his hands up, retreating backwards. “Sorry ma'am.