Se connecterAs soon as Alessandro settled in the driving seat; I leaned over and kissed his cheek and felt the light scrape of his stubble against my lips.“I love you…” I murmured against his skin, low and rough.“And I love you too,” he replied, his deep voice steady, eyes fixed on the road ahead.“Take me…”He smirked, that dangerous edge in his mouth. “Let’s go home first.”“Nope, can’t wait any longer.”“Nikolai, I’m driving.”“Then stop driving.”He flicked a glance at me, his dark eyes dragging over me, down my torso, lingering on the way my fitted shirt strained across my chest and the open collar revealed just enough of me to make his jaw tighten. “Make me…”I leaned in, caught his earlobe between my teeth, and growled softly, “Fine…”I unclicked my seatbelt and pushed myself into the backseat, the leather creaking under my weight. Alessandro adjusted the rearview mirror so he could watch me, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. The windows were tinted, no one could see us, not a damn so
That was when the world stopped, when I lost my hearing, when my body suddenly wasn't my own to control anymore. My body shook violently in a way it never had before. My legs, my torso, and my arms had a life of their own, trembling uncontrollably. I was shaking as if an earthquake had hit me. The orgasm was so intense that I even forgot about Felix, I forgot he was right there next to me. I contorted and thrashed, my hands coming up to my hair, pulling it at the roots. I let out a scream, unable to produce any other sound other than that."Blair, oh my God." Said Felix, in awe at my reaction. "Blair, that's so hot. Jesus fucking Christ."He tried holding me down, but couldn't. My moans and desperate whimpers were of someone who was completely desperate."Fuck it, I can't take it anymore."In the middle of that frenzy, Felix unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. When his soft moans reached my ears, I realized he was touching himself as he watched.I wanted to give him the same pleas
I was a few minutes late when I walked through the doors of the amphitheater. There was a bounce in my step, I wasn't sleepy anymore, and suddenly the day ahead seemed more than manageable.Side effects of good head.I shot Blair a look, knowing exactly he'd be staring at me already when I walked into the room. He had a smirk splattered across his face. I could tell he was proud of himself (boastful even) for magically curing my hangover and for successfully being the dominant one.I knew he'd never shut up about it, that he'd brag about his accomplishment incessantly. He was on a power trip, relishing in his power over me, congratulating himself on how easily he made me come. I had to think of something to re-establish normality, to gain my power back.The lecture was a breeze thanks to my good mood. I even cracked a few jokes and was more lighthearted than usual. I bet Blair had enjoyed the lecture too, taking pleasure in knowing my good mood was because of him.I knew he'd be in th
My week was busy and exhausting. From babysitting Oliver to being put to the test by Gary at his studio, all the rest of my time was spent on painting. My illicit encounter with Felix in his office on Monday was the only time I spent with him. We exchanged texts here and there, but all I wanted was for the weekend to arrive so I could be with him.On Thursday I ate lunch with Maddox. He needed me for the last touches to the hand sculpture. We ate quickly in the canteen and went straight to the studio. I couldn't stay very long because I had to be at Oliver's house at five.The plaster sculpture was incredible. It was so realistic that it looked as if my real hand had been dunked in white paint. Maddox needed to get the details of my nails and promised it wouldn't take long.While we were chatting away, both our phones went off at the same time."That's my email notification." Said Maddox, not taking his eyes from the sculpture. "I bet we got the same thing. Can you check it?"Sure eno
"You have to roll them tightly or else they'll collapse in the pan." Said Blair, wiping sweat from his forehead. I was trying to follow his instructions, but for a guy who only knew how to make about four dishes, I was struggling.He insisted on making cordon bleu to celebrate the trip to Paris for dinner, which I came to realize was just a fancy name for chicken breasts stuffed with cheese and ham and then deep or pan fried, accompanied with a special sauce. In theory it sounded simple enough, but in practice not so much.Blair was working on all the elements of the dish at the same time, and he did it so focused and organized it seemed like a superhuman ability. I, on the other hand, only had one task, to roll up the chicken, and yet I struggled."Just roll it and use a skewer to keep it in place." He said, demonstrating the technique. "Like this."I huffed in annoyance. "You should do this yourself, I'm just slowing you down."He swatted his hand in the air. "This is not about spee
He tried to conceal a smile. "It's the equivalent to the English expression 'it's nippy', when there is a biting chill in the air."I put down my cutlery. "Okay, but you still haven't told me what the words mean."He drank his wine and averted my gaze. "Pince means pinch. You use the expression when it's so cold that it feels like you're being pinched."I bit the inside of my cheek as his cheeks grew redder and redder, and I knew it wasn't because of the wine.Instead of coming up with something witty or teasing to say, my mind took me to the night we established a safe word, when I pinched his thigh as a punishment if he moved his arms. How many times had he imagined being back in that moment, receiving both pain and pleasure from me?"Such a coincidence that you're bringing up that word, don't you think?" I broke the silence. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, if he was just teasing or if there was something more he wasn't telling me.He looked down at his plate. His
She quickly scrambled to her feet. That winning smile she had on earlier? Where has it gone?Her breath came in shallow, sharp pulls now; the arena lights caught the sweat at her temple and made her eyes look smaller. That easy, confident curve of her mouth had folded into a line of concentration a
I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the towel like it could shield me from her gaze. “Are you… just going to stand there?” I asked, voice higher than I intended.Mackline tilted her head, that same unshakable grin curling her lips. “Relax, just like i said before I have seen more naked b
Aurora’s POVWarm light pressed against my eyelids, soft and steady. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t even want to. The stillness felt safe, an illusion, maybe but I wanted to hold on to it.When I finally opened my eyes, the room was quiet, the curtains drawn halfway to let in streaks of
AURORA'S POV.Sensation woke me up. Sensation between my legs. "What is happening to me ?", Puzzled , l opened up my eyes. The room was bright , everything fine but something was wrong. Then it hit me , Raymond was shockingly nestled down between my legs. My legs were wide spread with his tongue ru







