Unwanted Desires.

Chapter 11.

“Fuck! Urghhh!! Take it! Fucking take it!”

“Look at you… helpless…. Needy. Taking my cock like master’s little slut.”

Each word dripped with dark control, igniting a fire deep within.

“Yes!! Take it! All of it!”

“You look pretty like this…”

The cruel compliment echoed in the heavy air.

“Fuck! Urghhh!!! Open your mouth!!!”

A sharp command that demanded obedience without question.

“Swallow it!” the urgency in the voice tightened around her throat, sending a flicker of sensation across her already wet pussy.

“Fuck!” Jasmine cursed, slamming the file on her hand to the table.

The sharp sound punctuated the tense silence of the office.

She got on her feet, her palm pressing against her forehead like she could wash both his voice and the thoughts away by just pressing her forehead.

Her breath came in sharp and uneven as she paced around her office.

The slow, restless steps were a desperate attempt to calm the storm inside. The pleasure that was coiling across every breath and the soft tremble of a pussy which hasn't even tasted his cock yet desired it like breathing.

For the past 7 hours since she arrived in this office, nothing would have prepared her for the thoughts that wilded through her head today.

Those intrusive images and feelings clawed at her mind, refusing to fade.

She had been occupied, thanks to the sound of Jerald’s moan in her ears and the grip of his hand on her head.

That memory was both a curse and a balm, torturing and tempting all at once.

A soft exhale slipped out of Jasmine’s lips.

“Ass hole!” She cursed, kicking the couch next to her.

The sudden movement released some of the frustration bubbling beneath her skin.

She glared at the file on the table.

The silent paper held more weight than she wanted to admit.

In thirty minutes the intern would come to retrieve the file and get her thoughts about it. But at the moment, Jasmine had one thought and it was to get fucked by Jerald’s huge cock.

The craving tightened inside her like a knot, stubborn and demanding.

That cock. Gosh! That 9 inches cock that fucked her mouth all the way to her throat until she was gagging and gasping for breath yet didn’t want him to stop.

The vivid image blazed behind her eyes, impossible to push away.

This was wrong. Very wrong. She was beginning to desire this a little too much and Jasmine feared that she might drawn in the desire to have the pleasure that existed only within the confined of Jerald’s red room.

The forbidden allure pulled her in despite her better judgment.

The door to her office opened and Jasmine didn’t even need to take a look at who the hell had the audacity to barge in, she knew it was Stephanie without being told.

“Girl…..” Stepahien soft excited voice filled the room the movement she walked past the door.

The lightness of her tone was jarringly out of place.

“Girl…. I have the greatest news to share…. My dom is….”

“Shut up.” Jasmine said, voice slicing sharply through the air.

Her sharp interruption cut through Stephanie’s excitement like a knife and her lips parted, not in surprise—but in sheer familiarity with the tone.

The lack of surprise was almost worse than shock.

Her hands flew to her chest and she pressed her palm gently against it, feigning annoyance.

With an innocent eye-roll, she walked fully into the office and sank herself into the couch next to the one Jasmine was seated on.

The casual move was a challenge, an unspoken taunt.

“Girl you are evil.”

Jasmine titled her head up, she glared at Stephanie for some seconds longer.

The intensity in her gaze held a silent weight.

“I thought we knew that already?”

Stephanie made her eyes roll, stretching her file forward.

The gesture was deliberate, drawing Jasmine’s attention away from the storm inside her.

“The manager asked to bring this to you.”

The manager?

The sound of that name rang a bell in Jasmine’s ear. It was like death sentence wrapped in velvet.

It stirred a cold unease deep inside.

Her eyes moved from Stephanie’s face to the file. Nervousness scratched the base hallow of her cheeks but she didn’t let it show. Never let it show.

Her carefully maintained composure was a fragile shield to the storm that had brewed in her.

“Thank you.” She mumbled grabbing the file from Stephanie, with a big faux smile.

The smile was a practiced mask hiding every conflict.

Silence stepped in for some second’s inviting a little more awkwardness.

The quiet hung heavy, filled with unsaid thoughts.

Stephanie sat nervously beside Jasmine, trying to read the expression on her face, but getting answer from her expression was as hard as getting money from the fist of a stingy man.

The puzzle was frustratingly impossible.

However, she knew her friend needed help, she just suck at rendering help, or… let’s say… Jasmine was just too difficult to sympathize with and Stephanie knew exactly what it was to be without a parent. So she would never owe Jasmine to it. Never.

The unspoken bond between them was complicated and fraught.

Stepahien was back in her office now and Jasmine was now alone, with a file from the manager, a file for an intern, and the persisting thoughts of what tonight with Jerald would be like.

The quiet solitude was heavy, pressing in from every side.

Then suddenly, an email popped in on her computer screen.

The unexpected notification startled her heart.

Her heart made skipped at the sender and title of the mail.

The rapid beat echoed loudly in her ears.

A Letter of Break.

The words on the screen felt like a question mark hanging over her future.

A feeling of fear lodged in her chest, but even at that, curiousity lead her trembling hands to direct her mouse to the email and click on it.

The pull of curiosity was stronger than fear.

When she did, her breath hung heavily against her throat, as her eyes managed to read through the screen, heart thumbing at every line.

Each word cut through the silence, loaded with meaning.

“Dear, VP This is an email of break….”

A soft exhale she didn’t know she was holding slipped past Jasmine’s lips.

The tension eased just enough to let out the breath.

If anything, she had thoughts she was getting suspended, turned out that it was a general break. A week break for the sunlight day.

Relief and confusion mingled in her chest.

Summer was fast approaching and here in Sicily, they celebrated the sunlight day. ( Fictional addition)The moment when the island goes to a quiet halt. In truth it stretched for a full week. Rooted in old tradition.

The thought of the familiar tradition brought a strange comfort.

A time when families gathered, businesses closed their doors, and the island embraced stillness with families and friends. The island’s pause was a sacred breath of peace.

Both government and private organizations observed it without question and her company was no exception.

The routine brought a predictable rhythm to life.

Jasmine cheeks stretched into a gentle smile.

The rare softness flickered across her face.

How had she forgotten about the Sunlight day? It was the week her entire family had passed away, the same week that she had managed to come out of the soil after being buried alive.

The memory twisted sharp and raw in her chest.

Jasmine heart squeezed, tightening against her chest. Even if it took 30 years to get the justice that she desired, she would get it, because the pain and suffering she endured on that day would forever haunt her to get revenge.

Jasmine glared at the file from the manager.

She would go through it when she arrived home. For now, she couldn't afford any more thing that would threaten her peace.

*********

The moment Jasmine walked into her now asigned room, her eyes met the set of lingerie that sat beautifully on the bed.

Black. Danger's favorite color.

Her pussy clenched and the thoughts of what today’s section would be like crowded her head.

Jasmine took a step closer, desire curling across her veins.

She didn't need to be told. She had the perfect body for any set of lingerie and she knew she would look just as sexy as she was yesterday.

Her hands moved to the bed and she picked one set from the lingerie, she raised it above her head, lips twitching.

The image of how hungrily his eyes had devoured her last night flashed against her face and her lips twitched into a subconscious smile.

Knowing that he desired her sent a type of sensation she couldn't help but accommodate. Then all of a sudden, the realization dawned on her. She was smiling. The smile vanished as smoothly as it came, replaced with an expression so blank, it could not be read.

This is a transaction, she mentally reminded herself.

Nothing about him should entice her. He was her dom and she was his submissive and that… that is the only relationship they were allowed to share until her time here was due.

She would only take his command, serve him as a submissive get her money, and leave to get revenge.

For now… she would respect their master and submissive relationship and be a good girl.