LOGIN~HOLLY~We stay like that for a while, my forehead resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my skin, his warmth wrapping around me like something I've been starving for without even realizing it.Eleven days.Eleven whole days without him.Without this.Without us.“I missed you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.They’re soft. Barely there, but they carry everything.His body stills.Not completely…..just enough for me to notice.His hand, which had been resting at my waist, tightens slightly, like he felt that confession somewhere deeper than just his ears.“I know,” Damien says quietly.But that’s not enough.It’s not enough for me.I tilt my head back, looking up at him, my fingers curling lightly against his sides.“No… you don’t understand,” I murmur, my voice trembling just a little. “I didn’t just miss you… I ached for you.”His eyes darken, not with hunger, but with something heavier.Something emotional.His t
~HOLLY~I can't believe it!I can't believe all these are happening.I can't believe that Damien is in my house and we're having so much fun!But my thighs slurping with the lubricant, and my ass feeling thoroughly battered as we walk into my bathroom makes me realize that everything is truly happening.Damien and I walk into my bathroom.It's an average sized neat space with the floors tiled in soft gray. Against one wall sits a standard white toilet, and beside it, a modest sink with a small counter that holds my everyday essentials: a toothbrush in a cup, a tube of toothpaste squeezed slightly in the middle, a bottle of face wash, a light floral-scented hand soap, shampoo, conditioner and body wash.Above the sink hangs a rectangular mirror. And I designed the mirror in a pretty way with stickers all over it.The shower is tucked into one corner, enclosed with a curtain.There’s no bathtub, just a standing shower space with clean tiles lining the walls. Th
~DAMIEN~“Your turn next,” I say and she gives me a smirk.“Interesting,” she announces and shakes the jar up and hard.Her gasp is amazing as she pulls out the next little slip.She clears her throat and I know the slip she's holding was written by me the moment she reads it out.“Spread those gorgeous butt cheeks of yours and give me your asshole. I want to fuck your ass, deep and hard and all the way in.”My dick is jumping to attention in a flash.Holy shit! It's been a while since I fuck that little butt hole of hers.“Where?” She prompts, sliding down from her stool. “Where are we doing this?”I tap on the side of my table for her to come closer after pushing the plates aside.Slowly, she comes around, facing me close enough that I kiss her nice and deep with a smile on my face before spinning her around and bending her forward over the counter.Her ass is a great sight to behold.A fucking delight and I can't resist giving it a smack.I give her ass ano
~HOLLY~The moment we step into the kitchen, the air shifts.It’s still charged—how could it not be after that?—but now it’s lighter too. Warmer. Playful.Domestic… in a way that makes my chest feel all soft and strange.Damien leans against the counter like he owns the place, watching me with that same dangerous smile, like he’s already planning trouble.“Alright,” I say, tying my hair up into a loose bun, trying to look focused even though I can feel his eyes all over me. “You said pasta. That means you’re helping.”He raises a brow. “Helping… or supervising?”I scoff, grabbing a pot and filling it with water. “Helping. As in actually doing something useful for once.”“Ouch,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “I think I’ve been very useful tonight.”Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.I turn to him, pointing a wooden spoon at his chest. “Behave, or I’ll make you chop onions.”He gasps dramatically. “That’s
~DAMIEN~Holly's eyes are on me as I shake the jar up for round two.My mouth is still hungry for more, set alive by the taste of my gorgeous Holly's pussy.I'd have lapped at that divine slit all night long and be grateful for it, but those sweet little treats are still calling.The color in her cheeks is fresh and alive, her eyes twinkling with mischief that I so much love.“I can't believe we just broke my chair,” she says, and the giggle in her voice is still there.“Fuck your chair,” I laugh.She shakes her head, joining me to laugh now.I plunge my hand into the jar for the second slip of little paper, and Holly's eyes are on me as I unfold the dirty treat, and it's a good one.I turn the slip around for her to see, and those sparkling eyes of hers widens, nervous all over again as she reads what it is on the slip aloud.“Strip dance naked, for me.”“Yes, that's what I want,” I tell her.She shakes her head, refusing immediately.“I don't really know how
~HOLLY~Fuck! I don't realize how much I have missed Damien till now.The kiss is so magical that my heart is still pounding and my lips craving so much more of Damien.I take the jar from him with a load of fresh nerves, trying to remember what and what I have written in there. One thing is certain. There's only one way for me to find out.Damien is staring at me so hard as I shake the jar and watch the papers dancing around. I can feel it. The intense gaze in his eyes. The excitement.Damien wants me.Wants me like before when I was still in his cabin.It's an amazing feeling to know that he still wants me despite pushing me away for months.“I'm so excited,” I tell him and I am not lying.I take a breath as I shake the time one final time and reach my hand inside.My fingers closes on one piece of paper, and there it was, the first piece of the kink selected.My fingers are shaking as I unfold it, my eyes desperate to know what is written there. “So w
~HOLLY~The cold pavement bites into my skin.But I barely feel it anymore.At some point the crying slows down, the violent sobs fading into quiet, exhausted breaths. My cheeks are sticky with dried tears, my eyes aching and swollen.I don’t know how long I sit there beside
~HOLLY~Gabriel's eyes longer on my lips for the briefest second.I notice it.The pause.The flicker of something in his expression before he quickly looks away like he didn’t mean to stare that long.I swallow slightly, pretending not to notice.For a strange moment the
~DAMIEN~I shouldn’t still be here.The moment I sent the message telling her the car was outside, I should have driven away.That was the plan.Drop the car. Send the text. Leave before she ever knew I had been here.Simple, clean and necessary.But somehow… my hands never
~HOLLY~I spend the most of my day in Damien's arms. I love being cuddled by him. I love it when he wraps his big, strong arms around me, and I take good advantage of it today.We had a very romantic bath together and then I'm back to being cuddled in his arms…in bed, on







