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
He stepped back, arms crossed as he admired me—completely bare, trembling, flushed from desire and discipline. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice deep and laced with authority. I did as he said, slowly. My ass burned from his punishment, but it only fueled the fire between my thighs. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice thick with arousal. I widened my stance. “Wider.” I obeyed, my pussy exposed, dripping, aching. He stepped close again, fingers brushing over my inner thigh, ghosting near my swollen clit but never touching it. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, sliding one teasing finger along my folds. “All this… from getting your ass spanked?” I whimpered, hips rocking instinctively. “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl,” he praised darkly. “But you don’t get my cock yet.” A strangled moan left my lips. He circled my clit lightly, just enough to make me squirm, then suddenly pulled away. “You disobeyed me,” he growled. “You sent me that filthy video… touched my pussy without permission… then
His hands gripped my thighs, forcing them farther apart, spreading me wide on the desk like I was his personal feast. My breathing came in ragged gasps, my thighs trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm he just pulled from me like a master orchestrating a symphony of sin. “I’m not done with you,” he growled again, and this time his voice carried a darker edge, something primal. “I told you, baby girl… I’m going to ruin this sweet pussy with my tongue.” I didn’t have a second to brace myself before he dropped to his knees behind me, dragging his tongue slowly from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top. My body jerked, hips bucking against the desk, a moan ripped from my throat before I could even stop it. He chuckled, low and smug. “Still so sensitive. But you’re going to take it. Every lick, every flick, until you forget how to think.” His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them apart as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue dove deep into me, slow at first, lan
I can't believe this is really happening. I giggled as I made my way to my room. I was so excited for tonight and I couldn't contain myself.I opened my room door stepping inside as I closed the door, leaning my back against it.I couldn't help but close my eyes as images of everything that just happened in his office filled my head. My pussy was still raw from everything he did to me.Fuck, His tongue, his fingers. The way he had spanked me. I felt like him spanking me brought out my inner slut. I liked it way too much.I remember how I used to ask my ex boyfriend to spank me and he'd look at me weirdly, he even called me a freak.I bit my lips with a moan as I made my way to my bed. The anticipation for tonight was killing me. Would he finally fuck me with his huge cock? My pussy couldn't help but clench at the thought.What will I be doing all day as I wait?I groaned as I picked up my phone from my bedside table and immediately dialed my best friend's number.She picked on the fir
I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I tied the rope of the flimsy gown I chose. There was nothing left to the imagination. My nipples were showing, it covered nothing and I didn't wear anything underneath it.I gave myself one last look before picking my black robe and covering myself as I walked out of the closet.I quietly pushed my room door open, as I walked out, closing it behind me.The house was quiet as I made my way to Mr De Vito's room.As soon as I reached his door, I contemplated knocking but I stopped myself as I slowly pushed the door open and entered.His bed was empty but before I could start wondering where he was the bathroom door opened and he stepped out with a towel around his waist.My breath hitched as I watched a delicious trail escape down the towel.The sight of him had pussy getting wet immediately.For a moment neither of us spoke as we just kept staring at each other but then he suddenly dropped the towel.I couldn't help it when I pressed my legs t
I fumbled with the room keycard like I’d never used one before. My fingers were trembling—whether from frustration, anticipation, or the residual heat that refused to die down after that conference interaction, I didn’t know.No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what was wrong with me.Mr Lorenzo De Vito.I slipped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The silence wrapped around me instantly. Cool, sterile air met my flushed skin, making me shiver.I should have been angry. I was angry. But beneath the fury, layered beneath the humiliation of being made to wait—again—was a deeper ache. A raw, needy throb between my thighs that had only grown worse with every word he whispered at the conference. Every knowing glance. Every command uttered in that voice that could melt steel.‘Be a good girl, Miss Ross. And wait.’The words echoed in my skull.I dropped my bag onto the chair, kicked off my heels, and began to strip.One button at a time. Slowly. Torturously.If he was going t
My legs were crossed a little too tightly, my nails pressing half-moons into my palm as I sat in the glossy, air-conditioned conference room surrounded by polished wood, steel fixtures, and the sharp scent of money. The top architects from all over the country were here. A dozen powerhouses with egos the size of the towers they designed, all gathered under one roof. I should have been thrilled that I was sitting in a room filled with the most powerful architects.But I wasn’t.I was furious.Because somewhere a few rows ahead, one of the speakers—one of the top architects—was Mr Lorenzo De Vito. And my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I was supposed to be mad at him.My nipples were hard under my silk blouse, and I couldn’t cross my legs any tighter if I tried. Every time he spoke, my thighs clenched involuntarily. Every time he cleared his throat, my skin prickled. And it wasn’t fair.I wasn’t supposed to be reacting to him. Not after last night.That cocky, insufferable man had made
My hands trembled slightly from the intensity of my need as I reached between us and unbuckled his belt. My fingers brushed against the hard outline of his cock, and I bit my lip, already soaked just from the feel of it through his pants.I pulled down the zipper, dragging the fabric low until his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and throbbing. My breath hitched. God, he was beautiful. Angry red at the tip, veins bulging along the shaft, already slick with pre-cum.“You’ve been such a tease,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him, “but tonight, Mr De Vito, I’m not taking no for an answer.”I rose slightly on my knees, lining myself up with his cock, ready to finally take what I’d been starved of.But the bastard stopped me.Strong hands clutched my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I gasped as my back hit the bed, my legs still spread over his lap, exposed and wet and needy.“Not so fast, Miss Ross,” he said, voice dripping with sinful amusement. “Did you think I’d
I felt like killing him, I felt like jumping on his lap right now, take out his cock, and just sit on it. Would that be considered rape? Because right now that was exactly what I wanted to do to him.I was beyond furious and angry. Last night after how wet and soaked I was. I could feel the way wetness was dripping out of me. And then this annoying motherfucker positioned his cock in front of me, rubbed his tip on my dripping pussy and then pushed just the head in and told me that was all I was getting.I felt like dying. I felt like crying. I begged, I begged him to fuck me. But all he did was jerk his cock for me to see and then dropped his cum on my pussy.I have never been this frustrated in my entire life. Mr De Vito has done nothing but starve me of his cock.I was hungry for it. My pussy has been throbbing so hard, but no matter how I rubbed my legs, I felt nothing but pure torture because my pussy knew exactly what it wanted.But this bastard. He refused to give it to me.The
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