ログインLia's POVThe word settled deep in my chest. My girlfriend. He said it so simply, like it was the easiest truth in the world. A quiet rush of happiness moved through me.Cavern Kingston turned his attention to me. Up close, he was even more striking. Sharp jawline, cool blue eyes, and the kind of quiet confidence that didn’t need to try too hard. He didn’t smile much, but his expression stayed polite as he extended his hand.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lia,” he said. His voice was smooth and low.I shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you too.”Cavern glanced between Dante and me, then gave a small nod. “You two should go ahead. I’ll keep looking around the gallery.”Dante didn’t argue. He picked up the food bags with one hand and reached for mine with the other, lacing our fingers together like it was the most natural thing.“Come on,” he said softly. “Let’s go to my office.”He led me through a side door and down a short hallway. When he pushed open the door to his office, I paused f
Lia's POVThe cab ride to the restaurant took about ten minutes through midday traffic. The place was exactly as Dante had described—small and unpretentious, a family-run spot with red-checked tablecloths visible through the window and a handwritten specials board on the door.I went inside and ordered enough food for two people—the lasagna Dante had mentioned specifically, plus bread and salad and two portions of tiramisu because if he'd only had half a granola bar since morning he deserved dessert.The woman who packed everything up smiled at me."Someone's going to be happy," she said warmly, eyeing the quantity."I hope so," I said.I took the bags and hailed another cab, giving the driver the gallery's address.The gallery was in a converted warehouse space in a neighborhood that occupied that particular New York territory between industrial and artistic—loading bays transformed into gallery entrances, exposed brick and steel beams repurposed as aesthetic features, the street outs
Lia's POVThe week after the charity gala and our lazy Sunday together passed in the way that weeks do when you're busy but your mind keeps wandering somewhere else entirely.Work was good—genuinely good, the kind of productive busy that left me feeling satisfied at the end of each day rather than drained. Patricia had given me increasing responsibility on the client coordination project and I was handling it well, earning small nods of approval from her that I was learning to recognize as the equivalent of enthusiastic praise from anyone else.But by midweek, with Victor in Japan and Dante consumed by gallery preparations, I was missing them both in a way that surprised me with its intensity.Not in a desperate, anxious way. Not the way I'd missed Rob's attention when he withheld it—that hollow, uncertain missing that was really more about fear of rejection than genuine longing.This was different. Warmer. The missing of someone whose presence makes your life genuinely better rather t
Lia's POVVictor made a low sound of approval. “Of course you did. Our girl always needs more. Doesn’t matter how many times we fill her up — she’s always ready for more.”Dante kept the same slow, deep rhythm, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, slow and steady, like a wave rising higher and higher.“I’m close,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Dante… I’m gonna come…”He groaned and fucked me a little harder, but still not fast — just deeper, more deliberate. “Come for me then. Come on my cock while Dad watches.”Victor’s hand stayed on my breast, his fingers gently pinching my nipple as he spoke.“That’s it, babygirl. Come for us. Let us see how pretty you look when you fall apart.”The orgasm hit me slowly but hard. My whole body tensed
Lia's POVHe made me lie on my stomach in the middle of the big bed. He straddled the backs of my thighs, his knees on either side of me, and poured some oil into his hands. His palms were warm when he placed them on my shoulders. He started slow, kneading gently into the tight muscles there before working his way down my back. His thumbs pressed into the knots near my spine with just the right amount of pressure.Every so often, his hands would slide lower. He would knead the sore muscles in my hips and the tops of my thighs, and sometimes his fingers would brush between my legs. Not teasing. Not trying to start anything. Just touching me softly, like he wanted to feel how swollen and used I still was.“You were so dramatic when you came last night,” Dante said, his voice low and warm as his thumbs worked into the muscles of my lower back. “You were shaking so hard I thought you were going to cry. Your whole body was twitching. It was cute as
Lia's POVDante grinned, that playful, boyish smile that always made my stomach flutter.“Mean?” he repeated, pretending to sound offended. “Baby, we were being generous. We could’ve fucked you a lot harder than we did. I was being nice by only putting the head of my cock in your ass at first.”I let out a small laugh, the sound echoing softly in the bathroom.“You’re terrible,” I said, shaking my head.“I know,” Dante replied easily, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “But you love it.”Victor’s hand moved slowly over my stomach under the water, his fingers tracing lazy circles.“You did so well for us,” he said quietly, his tone shifting into something more serious and tender. “Letting us have you like that. Trusting us enough to tie you up and blindfold you… that means everything to us, babygirl.”Dante&rsquo
Lia's POVThe orgasm crashed through me like a breaking wave. I screamed his name, thighs clamping tight around his head as my pussy spasmed violently around his fingers. Hot, slick release flooded his mouth and chin in pulsing waves while he kept licking and sucking greedily, drawing every last tr
Lia's POVA low, almost pained sound rumbled out of his chest. “Fuck, Lia… you’ve been sitting across from me at dinner, riding in my car, walking through my building with nothing under this dress?” His thumbs stroked the soft skin right beside my pussy, so close but not quite touching. “You’re goi
Lia's POV"Yes," Dante confirmed, shrugging out of his suit jacket and draping it over one of the armchairs. "I bought it a few years ago when it became clear I'd be spending more time here for work. Seemed more practical than hotels."He moved to what I now saw was a bar area—elegant glass shelves
Lia's POVI pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air, and looked up at him with glassy, tear-filled eyes while my hand kept stroking him fast and slick. “Then give it to me, Daddy,” I whispered, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want you to come down my throat while you’re driving. Fill yo







