Mila
Mila“Are you okay?” I asked Sia as I sat on the bed.After Jonathan had left me in the bathroom, I had come out with a towel wrapped around me. I had avoided eye contact with Sia and told her to come with me. Then, I had brought her to my room— the one without the windows and locks on the doors. I had been surprised to see that all the things I had purchased the day I had disappeared were stocked in the cupboard in a neat manner. As if he had already known that I’d come back here, it had given me a strange sense of belonging. I had pulled out a pastel green dress with white flowers on it that had an inbuilt bra in it and a pair of lacy panties.Now feeling slightly better after a bath and wearing new clothes, I smiled up at Sia who looked at me like a mother would at her unruly child in a calcitrant manner that says she was strongly objectin
Jonathan “What’s taking you so long?” I snapped into the phone. I had spent my whole day feeling like the walls were closing on me. As if I didn’t already have enough on my plate, my father wanted to have another private meeting with me. One to one. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, along with his son that had pulled me to the point of committing fratricide. “Oh, hi, Jonathan. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Lachlan replied, his tone as dry as the desert. I ignored it and bit out, “Its been almost a week. I need fucking answers.” I never thought I’d say this but it seemed my best friend was useless. “Your brother is chomping at the bits.” “I don’t care about my brother.” I gritted out. “Tell me if you found anything about Mila.”
Jonathan There was a conundrum of emotions that I was feeling and in all of them one was certain, the most prominent was that this woman had somehow carved a special place in my heart. And I couldn’t do anything about it. I felt rage, lust, tenderness and suspicion for her. All of them shouldn’t exist together but they did inside me. I didn’t trust her but I wanted her. I knew she could be an enemy but still I wanted to take care of her. Her small fingers were around my wrist, holding me there so I’d not lose my grip on her throat. She said, “I am sorry, and now I’m asking you to punish me. However you want.” And I could see that she meant it. She wanted it as much as I wanted to give it to her. Her words were like a shot of vodka that travelled through my body, sending heat all over. I wanted nothing more than to grab her by the back of her neck and
MilaIf mortification was a living being, it was perched on my shoulder and singing in my ear. I felt hot all over, my blood burned in my veins. I never thought one day I’d find myself in such a position and still I felt lighter inside. A thrill coursed through me, almost filling me with anticipation for what was to come next.I must’ve waited for only two minutes but it felt like ages. My arse was burning, my mouth felt dry with panties stuffed into my mouth. They smelled of me, musky and slightly sweet. And above all else, I could feel my pussy lips moist with my juices. I was wet from the spanking and my whole body was warm.I heard his footsteps as he came back. My calves strained as I arched back with my arse facing him. I didn’t even felt conscious anymore about how I must’ve looked to him. There were only four spanks left and I want
Jonathan “You make me want everything.” I watched her as she kissed my lips and then she added, “With you.” I should not do it. I still don’t know everything about her. But maybe this was the moment to throw caution to the wind and for once take what I wanted. Indulge in something that could come out as a forbidden fruit. I took her lips in a hungry kiss. I was still naked with only a towel around my waist. It’d be too easy to just give in. Fuck, it’s going to be easy. I could feel her wetness smearing on my lower stomach with the way her legs were wrapped around me. Unable to stop myself, I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. Tasting her, kissing her and sucking on her tongue. She tasted fucking delicious for a deceitful liar and intoxicated me with her scent. Taste of her pussy was still on my tongue and I couldn’t help but think how fucking addi
MilaAll this time I had been pretty sure that I could go with this because I wanted him that much. But the moment I had felt the thick head of his cock notched in my pussy, it had burned and I had lost all bravado to go with it. The stretching sensation had me second guessing as I felt the bite of the pain.Now, he loomed over me, the truth shining in his grey eyes. A hunter sensing something afoot. He demanded to know the answer, “Tell me, Mila…” His hand went between our bodies and he cupped my pussy. “Is this pussy virgin?” I should feel shy or very least a little embarrassed at his words.Instead, I licked my lips as I looked at him. Afraid that he’d leave I circled my arms around him. I said, “Yes, and I want you to be my first.”“Your first.” He closed his eyes. His nostrils flared and
MilaHis body aligned with mine, almost dwarfing me but it felt nice, comfortable, like he was meant to be here. His chest pressed on my breasts, the sensation so sweet and so right as his cock rubbed between my pussy lips. Without giving it a second thought, or else I’d feel embarrassed, I flicked out my tongue and licked his chin and lips. I tasted my juices as I cleaned him like a cat lapping at cream and he gave me a smile in return.And then we moved at once, there was no answer for who kissed whom. We both kissed each other. It wasn’t just carnal, it was filled with our unspoken feelings. The kiss tasted sweet, filthy and dangerous. Just like us. I arched into him and whispered against his lips, “Now, Jonathan.”His hand went between our bodies and I felt him as he notched his cock against my virgin pussy. I held my breath, waiting for
MilaI might’ve dozed off with the delicious weight of his body on top of mine. With him like this, all around me, I felt guarded and secured. But I blinked my eyes open as he turned us around, taking me with him so I laid on top of him. I gasped as he moved within me. We were still locked intimately and my fingers dug into his arms in reflex at the sensation the move awakened. The fingers of his one hand trailed down my spine, making me shiver deliciously and the other traced the lines of my scars. I was no longer ashamed of them, not when he treated them as if they were a beautiful part of me.We stayed silent, his heart beat against my ear as I rested on top of him. His heartbeat was slow and rhythmic. I could feel him thinking, his mind working but I didn't want him to think. Not yet. For now, I wanted him all to myself. I pushed back from his chest and his hands fell on my ars