Se connecterSandra’s POV I found the statements by accident. It was almost eleven at night. Mom had gone to bed early with one of her migraines, the kind that left her door closed and the hallway quiet. I had only gone into Leonard’s home office looking for a spare charger. The bottom drawer of his desk wasn’t fully closed. When I pulled it open to push it shut, three envelopes shifted and slid forward. My name was on every one of them. I recognised the bank logos immediately. These were the credit cards I had been carefully hiding for months — the ones I opened when my real father cut me off. The ones he had laughed about when I finally swallowed my pride and asked for help. Figure it out yourself, Sandra. You’re not a child anymore. I sat down in Leonard’s chair, heart beating too fast, and opened the first envelope. Paid in full. The second one. Paid in full. The third. Same thing. Every statement showed the same pattern. Overdue notices. Late fees. Then a single clean payment
Rose POV The storm began to change by late afternoon. The wind still howled, but the sound had lost some of its sharp edge. Snow no longer slammed against the windows with the same force. Somewhere far off, a low mechanical noise cut through the white noise of the blizzard for a few seconds before vanishing again. Richard heard it first. He stood at the kitchen window, coffee gone cold in his hand, and stared out at the gray wall of snow. “Did you hear that?” I asked from the doorway. He nodded once. “Plow. Or a truck. Still far.” My stomach tightened. The cabin had felt sealed from the world for days. The idea of the outside reaching us again landed heavy. We spent the rest of the afternoon in quiet motion. Richard checked the generator in the garage. I sorted the last of the food. Neither of us spoke much about the sound we had heard. The air between us stayed thick with everything left unfinished from the morning—his breeding talk, the way he had filled me, the quiet pro
Rose POV I woke to the sound of the storm still screaming against the windows. The snow was pushed further up against the window. There was a light that filtered through that was flat and gray. Richard's arm was pressing down on my hips. His warmth was pressing against my back in my chest. For a few seconds I stayed still, listening to his slow breathing and the wind outside. The night before was like a bruise in my body, soft. We had not gone past the words and the skin. But his honesty still lingered, his confession, my own admission, his holding me as if it didn't matter what happened in the rest of the world. I shifted slightly. His arm tightened. “You are awake,” he whispered to my hair. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “But the storm hasn't calmed.” “No,” my hand moved down to his, before his hand went back to the soft curve of my stomach. “Neither have I.” These words had the same message he had given me before we went to bed. This time they landed differently. The
Rose POV Richard didn't say a word as he guided me into the master bedroom. That silence was worse than any order. It was between us and it was like a weight, and was deliberate and the storm was pounding the windows. There was snow growing up the glass and it was half way up. The world outside no longer existed. Only this room. Only him. He shut and locked the door. The soft click sank into my chest as a final decision. I was standing by the bed while I was still in the towel, skin damp and over sensitive after the shower. Slowly, Richard's eyes scanned me. Not as hungry as earlier, but they were not frantic about it. This look was more subdued. Heavier. As he was trying to gauge the gap between what we had already accomplished and what neither of us could yet identify. “Take it off.” I let the towel drop. The air in the room felt colder against my bare skin. It was perhaps just the way he looked at me, as if he had every inch of me, and was taking the decision whether
Rose POV Richard walked me down the short hallway with his hand still firm on my lower back. His cum continued to slip down my thighs with every step, warm and sticky. The feeling made my face burn, but it also kept the heat between my legs from fading. He had filled me twice already and still looked like he wanted more. The bathroom was simple but solid — large walk-in shower with glass walls, dark stone tiles, and a rainfall showerhead. Richard reached past me and turned the water on. Steam began to rise almost immediately. He stepped in first, then pulled me under the spray with him. Hot water cascaded over my shoulders and down my body, washing some of the mess from my skin but not the ache he had left behind. Richard watched the water run over my breasts and stomach with open hunger. His cock was already hard again, heavy and flushed, standing against his lower abdomen. “Come here,” he said. I stepped closer. He backed me up until my shoulders pressed against the cool
Rose POV He leaned against me so that his chest was on top of my spine while he talked straight up to my ear. The warmth of his breath on me is an odd thing compared to how cold it feels here at the counter. “Already close? I barely started.” "It is deep." I cried out. "Your dick is deep." "I know." Growling, he pushed harder for proof of his argument. You are going to take everything from me and then you will come as soon as I say so. My hand was sliding over his hips to reach for me's clit. Rubbing him tightly and firmly like a drum beat to match its rhythm was what he did. Duality blurred my sight. Trying not to speak anymore was futile as I heard louder and angrier noises coming from behind me. The sweat was on my back as he sat down next to me. My cheek stuck to the marble. Outside, snow kept covering the house with heavy accumulation of ice while outside was a blank slate for all that is not covered by it. "Please-" "Not yet." He kept me balanced on the edge for what fe
Lara POV My pussy was still throbbing when I woke up the next morning. A deep, heavy, insistent pulse that made it impossible to pretend the night before had been a dream. The pain was real, a true burning sensation between my thighs that broke out the second I attempted to turn over under the b
David’s POV I could see Lara holding on to her oversized t-shirt and covering her bare chest with it as she rushed over to the buzzing satellite phone on the table. Her legs were still trembling, her thighs damp with her own juices, from the orgasm I had given her. The fabric came in contact with
Lara’s POV I looked down shyly. The bulge in his trunks was unmistakable now big, heavy, pressing insistently against the fabric. My mouth went dry, but my pussy clenched with a new, hungry ache. It was just like the scenes in my novels, where the heroine sees the hero’s arousal for the first
Lara’s POV My voice came out so quiet I could hardly hear it myself. “Sometimes I wish somebody would show me… so I don’t feel like I’m on my own.” The cabin fell quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant roar of the ocean. My heart beat so loud that I could hear nothing else







