I'm going to drive him so mad that the only thing he's going to be thinking about is me. I couldn't help but chuckle as I positioned my camera in front of me in such a way that I'd capture everything I was about to do.A strip tease. Or maybe more.I moved back to get a better angle and then I started.Slowly and seductively I removed the tiny straps of the dress I was wearing and my boobs came free.There's no way I'm going to let this dress go to waste.Since he refused to let me go out he might as well watch me take the dress off.I held my boobs as I started squeezing them, moaning and looking at the camera seductively.“This could be you,” I whispered as I threw my head back in pleasure.I pinched my nipples as I brought the dress down until it was hanging on my waist.“You could be touching them now, sucking on them, making them red," I squeezed harder as I leaned forward making my boobs jiggle as I raised my ass up. “You want them don't you?" I teased as I brought out my tong
I climbed down from the bed adjusting my dress back as I made my way to the mirror.I wasn't going to let him control me. I know that if he opens that video he wouldn't want to be near me because he'd lose himself and fuck me. So this was my perfect opportunity to leave.I chuckled to myself as I adjusted my hair and makeup, before applying my lipstick again.Whether he likes it or not I'm going clubbing and he can't stop me.When I was sure that I didn’t look like someone who just got fucked shitless when I was only playing with myself, I gave myself a last glance before walking back to the bed.I took my heels and purse as I slowly walked to the door. Pushing the door open, I peeped outside looking left and right but there was nobody in the hallway.I quietly slipped out of my room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I took in a breath as I began tiptoeing downstairs.Just because I live under his roof he's now deciding what I can or cannot do. There must be something wrong wi
The music pulsed like a heartbeat, loud and alive, but it was nothing compared to the thunder in my chest. His eyes were devouring me from across the room—furious, and burning with a hunger he tried so hard to tame. Too bad for him… I didn’t come here to be tamed.So, I gave him something to watch.I rolled my hips to the beat, slow and sinuous, like the music had seeped into my bones and taken control. My hands slid down my body, fingers tracing every curve like a lover would, teasing him with every movement. I wasn’t dancing anymore—I was seducing. Not him. Not anyone. Just the damn air around me. But his eyes never left mine.I turned, letting my back face him, arching just slightly, enough to make my dress ride higher on my thighs. I dragged my hands through my hair, lifting it off my neck. I could practically hear the growl in his chest from where he stood.Good.I bent forward slowly, like I was surrendering to the music, and then came back up with a sway of my hips that had m
“Get off me Miss Ross," I growled, my hands clenching tightly at my sides, fighting the need to pull my cock and just sink it into her tight cunt.Instead of getting off me like I warned she started grinding her pussy on my cock.I was losing control, I was walking on eggshells.“Emily, fuck!" My hands shot out and held her waist, stopping her movements. But the temptress didn't stop, instead she grinded harder on me. My fingers dug into her hips fighting really hard with myself.“Emily, Emily, shit, shit,” my cock was so hard. I've never been this hard and desperate in a very long time.“If you don't fucking stop I'm going to fuck you in my car," I warned but that only felt like fuel to the fire as she pressed harder on my cock, moaning.That slutty sound only made things worse.“Fuck!" I cursed and I couldn't help it when I held her waist to help her grind her pussy on me.I knew I wouldn't be able to move from this place if I didn't get some form of relief. I was so turned on and
My hand reached for my belt as I started removing it, eyes locked on her as she arched her back, those sultry eyes pulling me in like a goddamn magnet.Fuck, I can't wait to feel my cock inside that sweet pussy.I took a step forward, heart pounding, desire thick in the air, and just as I was about to climb onto the bed—"Ugh—"Emily suddenly lurched forward.My eyes widened as she scrambled to the edge of the bed, gagging. Before I could even process what was happening, she leaned over and threw up on the floor. "Shit—Emily!"For a moment I just stood there in disbelief. What the fuck?I quickly came back to my senses as I rushed to her side, gripping her hair back as she continued to retch, her body trembling with every heave. The room that had been filled with tension and heat was now filled with the sour stench of vomit.She slumped forward, groaning. “I don’t feel… good.”“No kidding,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing a tissue and gently wiping the side of her mouth. Her he
I woke with a groan, my head pounding like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. My mouth felt dry, as though I’d swallowed a mouthful of sand, and my stomach was a rebellious mess, twisting and churning with every slight movement.What the hell happened last night?The memories were fragmented at best—flashes of heat, desire, and the wild connection between us that had nearly consumed me. The night club, in his car. The memories were hazy.I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. My body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle aching as if I had run a marathon while intoxicated. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, trying to steady my breath. “What happened?”I was naked under the sheets, I could tell, but my head was aching and my mind was a mess. Why the hell couldn't I remember what happened or how I got in bed?"Ugh, I need to get up." I mumbled to myself, but the moment I tried to sit up, everything spun, and I fell back into t
My hands kept clenching and unclenching as I made my way to Mr De Vito's study.What did he want to say?I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before raising my hand but I couldn't bring myself to knock.Just knock, damnit.I finally knocked on the door.“Come in," his deep voice said from inside and I pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind me.“You sent for me sir," I said as I tried to be as calm as possible.For a moment, he didn't say anything, he just kept looking at me in such a way that had my body tingling until he finally decided to speak.“Come here, Emily,” he commanded, beckoning me over with his finger and I couldn't help but feel confused that he was calling me by my first name."Don't make me repeat myself,” he warned, and I quickly made my way to him as I stopped in front of him.My eyes met his and there was a look in his eyes that had my pussy clenching. Dark and filled with a promise.I didn't see it coming when his hand shot out and gra
I tried to grind my pussy on his cock but his hands stopped me.“Did you even hear what I said, you naughty girl?" He said with a chuckle and I moaned,How could I hear anything he said when I was close to cumming and he stopped.He suddenly lifted me from his lap and dropped me on his table and I moaned in frustration.“Listen to me…” he whispered, as his thumb ran on my lower lips and my breath hitched.“You want my cock right?" He asked as he held my jaw bringing his lips so close to mine that for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't.“Yes, I want it," I whispered,“Good, then listen to me," he said and I nodded looking up at him.“Look at you, you look so desperate and horny," I bit my lips and he groaned. He wasn't lying, I was wet. Soaking wet.“What deal do you want us to make?" I finally asked and he chuckled,He leaned in, his breath warm against my lips but still refusing to close the gap. His teasing was cruel, addictive.“The kind of deal where you giv
The moment I felt his hand tighten on my ass, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.He growled low in his throat, and I shivered as the sound vibrated through his chest. My thin nightgown was practically non-existent between us, and the heat radiating from his body soaked through my skin, feeding my arousal like gasoline to a fire.“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with restraint.Good. That was the plan.I leaned in, lips brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “Then stop holding back,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. “You know you want to fuck me.”His fingers dug into my flesh, and before I could even blink, he had me flipped on my stomach. My gasp echoed around the room as he yanked the thin strap of my nightgown down my shoulder and let it fall completely off, leaving me naked—open and exposed.I felt the cool air kiss my ass just before his hand smacked it, a delicious sting spreading through me like fire.“Oh fuck,” I breathed ou
I pushed every unease and fear to the back of my mind as I sat down to get to work. I couldn't let anything that might likely be my imagination rattle me. But yet I couldn't help but think about the door. It had been locked. I remember locking it yet I had woken up to an open door.I sighed as I turned on my computer and got to work.Mr De Vito was on the phone talking to someone.I just turned back to the screen as I worked on the documents Angelo gave me yesterday. There were a lot of them but it wasn't something I couldn't do. “Emily," Mr De Vito called and I quickly turned to him. “Yes sir," I said, standing up.“There's a situation," he said and my heart skipped a beat wondering if it's about the incident that happened last night.“What is it? Did they find anything in the CCTV camera?" I asked and Mr De Vito shook his head.“Not that. It's something else. Angelo just called me that he's very sick and we're supposed to go to Mexico tomorrow, but he won't be able to go with me t
The moment I stepped into the office, the door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud, making the air vibrate around us. Before I could even blink, I was pinned against it—hard chest pressing into my back, one of his arms braced beside my head, the other curling around my waist, locking me in place. A hot breath ghosted over the shell of my ear. "You naughty, naughty girl." My heart jackhammered against my ribs. "Mr De Vito—" "Don’t you Mr De Vito me. You think you can tease me like that?" he growled, voice low, dangerous, laced with a sharp edge of arousal. "You think you can send me those pictures and walk in here like nothing happened? Like you didn't fucking tempt me last night?" I bit my bottom lip, but the smirk broke free. I loved this game. "I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. You started it, remember? With the little control games you love to play." He pressed closer, hips grinding into my backside, and I felt the full extent of what I’d done to h
A sound—soft, almost inaudible—dragged me from the depths of sleep.I grunted, burrowing deeper into the sheets, trying to cling to the fading edges of a dream I couldn’t even remember anymore. But there it was again—a soft creak, like weight shifting on the floorboards.My lashes fluttered open, vision blurry and unfocused. The room was cloaked in shadows, the only illumination the silver slice of moonlight filtering through the half-open balcony doors.For a second, I thought I was imagining things, still tangled in sleep.And then I saw it.A figure.Standing by the corner of my room.Female.Motionless.Watching.My breath seized in my chest, every muscle in my body locking tight. I blinked rapidly, heart thundering against my ribs as panic clawed up my throat.No.No, it couldn't be.With trembling fingers, I fumbled for the lamp on my bedside table, flicking the switch.Warm light flooded the room.Empty.There was no one there.I sat up straighter, my chest heaving, scanning ev
The leather seats were warm under me, but not half as warm as the heat burning low in my stomach.I sat back, trying to look casual, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Mr De Vito’s driver couldn’t see us—of course not. There was a black privacy divider between the front seat and the back, thick enough to muffle sounds, dark enough to hide sins.And right now, I was about to commit one.Or at least start one.I shifted slightly, feigning discomfort, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mr De Vito’s gaze—sharp, suspicious, predatory. Like he could feel the shift in the air even before I moved.Good.Let him feel it.Let him burn for it.Slowly, I sat up straighter, my movements exaggerated just enough to catch his attention fully.Then, without looking at him, I hooked my thumbs under the thin strip of my thong and began to drag it down my legs, inch by excruciating inch, the silk whispering against my skin.I could feel hi
The meeting room was colder than usual, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made you hyper aware of every nerve in your body.I sat stiffly in the leather chair, my design resting neatly in front of me, my hands clasped together on the table. Across from me, Mr De Vito lounged in his seat like he owned the entire goddamn world, one ankle resting casually on his knee, the picture of bored authority.He hadn’t spoken much since we left the office.He hadn’t needed to.His presence said enough. It pressed down on me, heavy and relentless, a constant reminder of the dangerous game we were still playing.The door to the meeting room opened, and every nerve in my body snapped taut.I straightened instinctively, schooling my features into polite neutrality as a man in an expensive grey suit stepped inside.Tall, with slicked-back dark hair and the kind of sharp, handsome face that screamed old-money Italy, he moved with smooth, quiet confidence. His dark eyes scanned the room be
I didn’t know how I managed to make it out of that room without throwing something at Mr De Vito’s stupid, arrogant face.After everything—after begging, after offering myself up on a silver fucking platter—he had the audacity to smirk, brush a finger down my cheek, and say it again.“You still haven’t earned it, little one. Now, go to bed. I have work to do.”I had stared at him for a long, burning second, waiting for the punchline. Waiting for him to slam me back down onto that desk and fuck me the way I was dying for.But no.Instead, he turned his chair back to the desk like I wasn’t even there, casually flipping open a file like he hadn’t just shattered my fucking soul.I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me so hard the frame rattled. I heard him laugh—low, dark, wicked.God, I hated him.I hated him for making me want him this much.I hated him for having this power over me.I hated him for enjoying it.Most of all, I hated myself for letting him.I lay in my bed
I can't sleep. Again. After tormenting my life in that room we finally came home and all he did was storm over to his room like he didn't leave me aching. Once again. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin hot, flushed, aching in places I shouldn’t still be aching. And it's all because of him. Mr De Vito. That maddening, smug, sinfully controlled man who has done everything to me except the one thing I crave most. Every time I begged—whispered, moaned, whimpered for his cock—he only smiled, leaned in close like he might finally give in… then say it again. "You haven’t earned it." God, those words torment me. Haunt me. Fuel the fire that refuses to burn out. I’ve felt his mouth, his hands, his toys—felt him break me in the most delicious ways. But never his cock. Never the fullness I crave. Never the stretch, the ruin, the complete surrender. And I want it. I want him. Inside me. Deep. Rough. Unrelenting. I imagine it too often—my legs thrown over his shoulders, his h
I didn’t speak a word as I led her through the corridor—past velvet curtains, low moans, and the occasional scream of pleasure echoing behind closed doors. My hand was tight around hers, my pace unrelenting, until we reached the private room. I unlocked it, shoved the door open, and stepped aside. “In,” I ordered. She walked in without hesitation—good girl—but I could feel the tension humming off her skin. The room was minimal. A king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, a leather chair in the corner, and a low light that bathed everything in a red glow. “Strip.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her dress, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I didn’t smile. I didn’t move. I just watched. One strap fell. Then the other. The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and she stepped out of it—bare, flushed, and breathing like she was already ruined. “Now,” I said, voice low and rough, “get on the bed. Open your legs.” She climbed onto the sheets, positioning herself at