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It was so unusual for me to receive so many emails like this all at once. Were these spam emails? I frowned as I pressed on the notification to open my mailbox to check. I gasped in shock when I found out that the emails were notifications for form submission on my website. It can’t be, there’s so many. My first reaction was that someone must have started spamming or abusing the form on my website by filling it with nonsense. “Come along, Little Hayden,” I called out to the puppy for him to follow me out of the art studio. I decided to quickly check the form submission on the website on my computer just to be sure. If someone was spamming it, then I must report it. I sat down in front of the computer and pulled up the backend of my website to check on the submission form responses. There were so many of them and they were all sent from different people? My eyes narrowed as I focused on scanning the headings of the form submissions. There were almost twenty of them and the notificat
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All I could do was blink rapidly to make sure that I wasn’t just seeing things. No matter what I did, I couldn’t take my eyes off the picture on the front cover of the magazine or calm the racing beat of my heart. I stared down at the magazine in my hand while Auntie chatted away proudly about Hayden's achievements. However, her words were lost to me as my mind zoned in to focus on the picture that was printed on the magazine cover. Hayden stared back at me from the sketch that I had drawn of him. It felt like forever had passed since I last saw this drawing. Back then when our contract was coming to an end, I drew a picture of Hayden as a farewell gift for him. Back then, I honestly thought that we would never see each other again and I never thought that I would see this drawing again either. But how did my drawing end up on the cover of this magazine. My eyes narrowed as I suspected that the rapid inflow of commission requests definitely had something to do with the fact that my
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I should head back. It’s too late in the night now and Hayden is probably sleeping. If I knock on his door now, I’d just disturb him and wake him up from his slumber. So many reasons ran through my mind as I stood there in front of his door in silence without moving. My body wouldn’t move as my fear started taking over. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was walk away from the door and head back to the safety and sanctuary of my own bedroom. Deep down, I knew that all those reasons that my mind was conjuring up were nothing more than convenient excuses for me to head back so that I wouldn’t have to face Hayden right now. The truth was that I was scared.While I stood there rooted to the spot, to my utmost disbelief, the large door behind me creaked opened and light shone into the dark hallway. It seemed like my choice was just made for me. My body froze in place in shock as more light shone into the dark hallway. Slowly, I managed to move my body and turned my neck around towards the opene
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My body stiffened as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against his hard frame. I could feel the hardness of his muscles against my back along with his body heat. The nightgown and robe that I had on was made of very thin satin and it didn’t provide much barrier between our tightly pressed bodies. I could feel his breath in my ear and knew that he was staring down at my face. I kept my eyes averted as I tried to think of what to say. “Answer me,” Hayden commanded in a low voice.When I lapsed into silence as I hesitated, he started punishing me by hugging me even tighter than before. I need to answer him before he either crushes my ribs or I run out of breath. “I didn’t…come here to…sleep with you…” I managed to say in a struggle. Hayden’s arms around my body relaxed and I quickly drew in a deep breath before I lost my chance to breathe. He’s such a bully…If I thought that Hayden was satisfied with my answer, I quickly found out that I was so wrong. “Do you re
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His large cock sprang out into my awaiting hands. I couldn’t help but stare at his impressive size and length. His cock was erect and standing up proudly in between his legs. Its heat filled my hand as I instinctively clutched my hand around his girth then I began stroking my hand up and down his length. Hayden’s cock twitched a little in my hand and I could tell that it was enjoying my attention. “Don’t stroke it too much. I don’t want you to please me with your hands tonight. Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” Hayden commanded. “Ok…” I mumbled obediently. I laid down on his bed with my head on his pillow. The next part of his command is just…“Spread your legs. Quickly. Wider…wider…” Hayden commanded authoritatively as he glared down at me from above. Why can’t we do all of this with the lights off or dimmed down or something? “Don’t look…” I pleaded as I turned away in embarrassment. With my legs spread this side open, it wasn’t too hard to imagine where his eyes we
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