ログインAs I sat at my computer at home, hot chocolate in hand, I reread Dr Reynolds' instructions for the assignment. Everyone was convinced that our professor would assess our knew acquired knowledge from our trip to Paris through a standard exam, but that wasn't the case. In the end, Dr Reynolds chose to make us write an extensive essay following rigorous rules concerning length, citation style, academic terminology, etc.I had worked on it for the whole week, and the due date was today. I was just giving it the finishing touches, making sure everything was perfect.I knew Felix wasn't going to go easy on me. In fact, I had the feeling he was going to correct my essay to a higher standard and grade me more harshly. I knew this wasn't just to avoid raising suspicion, but also because he knew what I was capable of from our extensive Art conversations.When I checked my bibliography and notes to make sure everything was perfect, I wondered if professors actually read any of it. After all, was
"Let your Professor enlighten you then." He said, taking off his belt. I only had my underwear on at this point, but knew they would come off soon.He placed a hand on my lower back and slammed my body against his. My ass almost fell off the island, my hands flying to grip the edge of the counter."I test the waters first, test the depths... And with you, I realized I could go deep, oh so very deep."As he said those words, his hand went straight for my briefs, pulling them down. The cold surface pressed against me, and I couldn't help but remember that time he used ice on me.I had the gut feeling that somehow this was going to be worse.Without warning, without even touching me to judge how hard I was, he pushed two fingers inside me, making my legs jump up. I moaned painfully, completely taken by surprise."I also realized that you're mine to do whatever the fuck I want." He added, thrusting his fingers in and out. "And that's exactly what I'm gonna do."Some might have considered
The last day at Kent's studio was chaotic to say the least. We had to get the artworks ready to be shipped to the exhibition site. We had to wrap protective casings around each piece, make sure they were organized in their proper order, and sort out all the paperwork. It was the last stretch of a long and arduous journey.When everything was done, when every last job was complete, Gary opened a champagne bottle to celebrate."A toast for my two loyal helpers." He announced, raising up his glass. "Without you, I wouldn't have been able to do this. You've helped me making my dreams into reality."Kent was never one to be serious, but when it came to saying thanks, he was sincere. David, however, wasn't having any of the sappiness. As soon as Kent was finished with his words, David drank his whole glass in one gulp.Gary and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing. Kent probably thought David was drinking to celebrate our collective accomplishment, but I knew he was drinking b
I grinned. "Mr. De Montmorency, in this instance I have to side with the adults. You belong at the kids' table.""Oh, wow! Thanks for the support," he said sarcastically."Let me finish," I interjected. "If at any time of the night you get tired of babysitting, you can call me so we can have some real adult conversations, if you know what I mean."He chuckled, his laugh a symphony to my ears."Don't test me. I might.""It's not a test, it's an invitation."---It always surprised me how long Kent took to get ready to go out. I understood why he wanted to look good on the last night of the year, but thirty minutes for a guy to get ready is excessive. I picked on him for applying a revolting amount of hair gel and cologne."Why are you picking on me? The ladies won’t be able to resist!" he said, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "You, on the other hand, look like you just rolled out of bed. What happened to the party-loving Felix? Don’t tell me you’re getting old."Kent was right.
I was parked outside the airport at seven in the afternoon, leaning against my car door, a cigarette between my lips. Blair had texted me saying his plane had landed, so it was only a matter of minutes before he’d get to our agreed location. I was both excited and nervous to see him again.I wasn't sure how to bring up the fact that Kent knew I was seeing someone, but I absolutely had to tell him. On the night that Barbara tried to kiss me I was so hurt by her words that I abandoned the idea of calling Blair and telling him then. All I wanted to do was sleep and forget about everything.I made up an excuse the morning after the incident and left after breakfast, saying that something came up at work. Kent, who had the biggest hangover, made a stupid joke about me going to see my new boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at him but didn't contradict his statement. It was better for him to believe I was leaving because I wanted to get laid than to know the truth about what his sister had done.Ba
"We're almost there baby." I said. This was a lie of course. We still had twenty minutes before we reached my house.With his lips pressed to my cheek, he smiled and said: "Yes, that's the spirit. You're almost there Felix, I know you can get bigger."My breathing hitched. Being away from him had made me forget how fucking sexy he could be.I said nothing and focused on the road. He could do whatever he wanted, I wasn't going to get distracted and cause an accident. Blair continued to apply pressure to my now fully erect cock, twisting his wrist when he got to the tip, squeezing a little harder each time.Suddenly, a car drove past us. I couldn't help but look at the passengers inside. To my horror, every single one (all adults thank god) were looking at Blair as he seductively devoured my neck."Get down!" I whispered-shouted, yanking his head down to hide him from the onlookers. He protested, so I kept him down with my elbow."Blair no, people are staring at us." I said, true panic
"Get the fuck off my chair right now", Alexander spoke finally.I opened my mouth to fire back, something sharp, something that would remind him I wasn’t his pet but the words died on my tongue like ash.How can this happen to me?How can words betray a girl whose life has been built on defiance, o
When they came back into view, Alexander’s eyes finally landed on me.He halted mid-step, his entire body going rigid. A frown appeared on his forehead immediately, his brows knitting together in a way that made my stomach twist.Uh oh. He’s mad, isn’t he? I think he is.His gaze locked onto me, th
The moment Marco dropped me off back at home , I didn’t bother going upstairs to my room. I walked straight through the foyer, past the stupidly grand staircase, and into the kitchen like I owned the place.The wide marble island was spotless, as always. A bowl of fruit sat in the center like some
A week.Seven days of the same suffocating routine, and somehow it felt longer than the entire month before it.Every morning, I stayed in bed long past seven, waiting for the inevitable knock but I heard nothing.The first three days, I had expected anger, punishment, maybe even some cruel form of







