LOGINMichael.Laura thrashes when I drop her on the bed in the playroom. Her whimpers echoing in my ears as I tie her hands on the bedpost and leash her feet with the spreader bars.She’s panting hard, watching me with both fear and curiosity etched on her face.I step backward, observing her tied just the way I need it now. The way I want it. Like a complete sub.It’s days like these that the hunger comes. On days when my mood is completely dark, and anger is all I feel. That’s when I’ll need an outlet, to seek pleasure in the most sadistic ways possible.That’s when I’ll bring in my toys here and unleash an untold amount of pain on them based on their preferences.I bask in their cries while I whip them. I bask in their wiry voice calling me master as their body writhe under the brutal snap of my flogger.As much as I enjoy it, my toys enjoy it more. They’ve become accustomed to the pain, begging me for more.But Laura isn’t them. Not even close. She’s innocent. Knows nothing about my da
Laura.There’s this quiet tension in the air even as I walk into Michael’s villa. The guards are on alert, moving back and forth throughout the perimeters.They murmur to themselves, their gazes speaking volumes when I manage to lock eyes with them.The maids work with tension sewn into their shoulders, a faint tremble threading through the quiet precision of their expert hands.That lets me know something happened. Something grave, and I wonder what it was.Talia wastes no time in disappearing from sight, ordering the guards to take all the clothes we bought upstairs.While I was walking up the stairs, a tiny voice called out to me.“Ma’am.”I pause and twirl around to face the maid calling out to me. She has her head bowed as she addresses me.“We’ve prepared a meal for you. The boss said to make sure you eat.”“Oh…I’m not hungry.” I announce.After what I saw back at the boutique and this sizzling tension in the air here, I doubt I can even eat.What were those marks on Alicia’s bo
Laura.I wasn’t expecting Talia to be warm and friendly. At first, I saw her as a rival. My competitor.But after being on the long ride to this luxurious boutique, I realize she isn’t one, even though her words are laced with quiet command, and she carries herself with grace.That makes me wonder who she is to Michael.I mean, she doesn’t appear to me as a maid, so could she be his bodyguard or what?I’m mindlessly fiddling with the straps on the bag I’m carrying while we wait for the owner of the boutique.“So, are you Michael’s bodyguard too?” I finally ask, cutting through the silence in the space.We’re seated close to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the boutique, and I can practically see what’s happening on the street.We arrived here in a black Range Rover that’s parked just down the street. The guards we arrived with are outside, cautiously scanning the whole street for danger.It's not been that long since I knew Michael and his men, but I realize they’re always watching the
Laura.Michael quickly obliges, sinking three fingers into my nub. I clench my walls over them; their presence inside me sets me on fire.I take a moment to gather my breath, and right after, I start to grind my pussy on his fingers.Every descent I make on his fingers stirs some watery, arousing sound in the air.Michael angles so close that his thumb finds its way to my clitoris, and efficiently, he rubs his thumb on my clit while my wall takes delight in grinding slowly and sweetly over his other fingers.My moans ring out, echoing in the tunnel along with Michael’s grunts.And just like I had thought, the predators watch us.I thrust my hip back, making an effort to tease Michael’s cock.I can feel it hard now, yearning for attention.Then a strange idea shoves straight through my thoughts, and I croak out.“Stroke it, daddy…” My stuttered breaths make it hard to form coherent words.“Hmm?” He hums, confused by my words.Pausing slightly, I turn my face backward, only to see how p
Laura.A moment has passed with Michael and I still stuck in this angle. His blue gaze buried so deeply into mine.His gaze wanders down to my lips, which I’m unintentionally biting into. He releases a tortured growl, breathing hard through his teeth.“It always turns me on seeing you bite on those lips, little flame.” He says, voice deep.I pant hard, feeling utterly hot under his gaze. The fluid gathering in my pussy earlier starts to drip further down, drenching the shirt I’m wearing. The desire has worsened just at the sight of him.His hair’is tousled, with a rugged look on his face.Despite the fact that it’s still morning, he looks effortlessly handsome with a little eye bag under his eyes that makes me wonder if he slept at all.I’m becoming such a slut, getting so wet just because he’s looking at me.I clear my throat, a weak attempt to erase the fog of need clouding my mind.I find my footing slowly, his hands dropping from the small of my back.I put some distance between u
Laura.When I woke and realized Michael wasn’t beside me, I got worried. I remember begging him to join me in bed, and he did.I mean, after what happened the night before, I needed him to hold me even while I dozed.All the while Michael feasted on me at the club, not only did my pussy melt for him, my heart did.There’s this surge of emotions that just took hold of me.I can’t put into words what I feel for him, but I feel something. Something potent.I check my phone, surprised to see that Maisie called me twenty times.I play her voicemails, and her anxious voice streams through the speakers.“Flower girl, I just went to get some dicks for a few minutes, and you decided to go MIA!?”“OH, shit, pick your damn phone!!!”“Okay,” she sighs, her voice weary. I bet she’s been looking everywhere for me. It totally skipped my mind to send her a message about my departure with Michael, but I was in such a daze that I could hardly even think properly. “Just gonna give you ten hours to call


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