LOGINImogen’s POV
As he flung the door just adjacent the staircase, there was only one thing on my mind. My mouth had finally put me into trouble, the good kind of trouble though. He walked into the room and the red light rested on his white shirt that hugged his muscular body so tight. My eyes wandered around the room. It was quite huge and it slowly dawned on me that I was about to get in bed with another man that was not Perry but I didn’t feel the slightest bit of hesitation. Maybe… What in the world? Blond had drawn a curtain to the side and my mouth fell open. Arranged on the wall were different sizes of equipment. Not just any equipment, sex toys ranging from the regular dildos and vibrators; all of different shapes and sizes, chains, candles and nipple clamps. I swallowed as he picked up a vibrator and turned it on. The low hum of the toy filled the room and he turned around to look at me with hooded eyes. He then picked up the furry handcuffs and my mind began to imagine things immediately. “Come here,” he ordered but I ignored him still in awe of what we were about to do. I imagined being cuffed to the bed frame while he rammed into me from behind and I tried to catch my breath because the pleasure got too much. Without breaking eye contact, he walked toward me and stopped, not leaving a space between us. As he gripped my waist, my body froze. It wasn’t fear I was feeling, it was like I was high and I needed release, quickly. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. As if he knew I was new to this. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but I was happy he assured me, I wanted to be touched so bad. I took a sharp and deep breath, and my body shook all over as the vibrator touched my pussy and they both screamed in pleasure. Blond buried his face in my neck, cuddling me. I got lost in his martini scented breath as he pulled my lips into a fierce kiss, I melted into him with pleasure. This was heaven. My hands slid along his backside and pulled him even closer to me. His hips buckled against mine and he pulled away slightly to stare down at me through hooded eyes that glittered with excitement. We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other. I could feel his desire for me in his muscles that pressed against mine, it vibrated through every part of my body and filled it up like a drug. My heart pounded in my chest as a feeling of complete euphoria swelled within me. His eyes were full of passion and emotion. They looked at me and I stared back into them, my own longing mirrored right back at me. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there. Parting my legs, he skimmed the vibrator over my pussy folds as a small moan escaped my lips and I immediately put my hand over my mouth to stop any more sound from coming out. Perry used to say that I hot aroused quickly and it was a turnoff for him so I didn’t want that to happen now. “Don’t be silent. Let me hear it,” he said in a very soft tone into my ear. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves letting the veins in his arms show, then he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back gently. For a man that looked so dangerous, he sure was gentle with me. He pulled at my thin dress strap and by the time the second strap was down, his eyes left my eyes to my tits with hardened nipples. His hand quickly grabbed one of my tits and he played with it using his fingers—slapping, pinching even squeezing the already sensitive nipples. If there was anything turning me on aside the way he touched me was the way he was so focused. One of his large hands grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up on the bed so that i was very exposed and he proceeded to lie beside me with his face next to mine. I wasn’t to hold back the loud moan when he wrapped his lips on my tits, sucking on it harshly and swirling his tongue on it. That action alone made me feel an electric jolt down to my core and it was like I saw actual stars when I felt the vibrator on my clit. As he sucked in my tits and dragged the vibrator over my clit to my pussy hole, I gripped the sheets tightly because my climax was building up and I was so close, all I needed was a little more. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” I heard him say and I felt him remove the vibrator. Before I could understand what he said, he replaced the vibrator with his fingers and I gasped in sheer pleasure feeling every inch of my tight heat and he moaned in ecstasy at how warm it made me. His fingers felt long and thick and he was not gentle in the way he pushed them into me, gradually increasing his speed and bringing me closer and closer to my climax. With every stroke, he hit a different spot. “Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned ad I felt myself almost reached my climax. However a very loud knock on the door interrupted us causing him to pull away. My heartbeat ran wild and I feared that something bad must have happened. I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair scattered and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to show on my pale skin, I shivered as anxiety ran through me. Our eyes met and he held my gaze, I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could feel it leaving hot trails as his eyes went up and down. The intruder knocked again causing Blond to pull the door open. With the way he pulled it, I thought it’d come off its hinges. “What do you want?” Although his voice was low, I could still hear him. “B…boss, sorry to disturb you. T…there’s a man downstairs breaking things and creating such a mess.” Why did the person call him boss? Also, I had noticed the music had stopped playing and I could hear shouts from downstairs. “Who is he and what does he want?” “We do not know. He says he’s looking for a woman who came here and he refuses to leave.” I wondered who that could be and why, but just then I heard the familiar voice that had the capacity to ruin me.Perry’s povIt’d been days since my fucking wife had left the house and had barely been back. I couldn’t care less about her whereabouts because right now, all I cared about was my company, my money, and the endless list of things that were already spiraling out of control.The reconstruction of the building from the fire was moving faster than I expected. The contractors were on a tight schedule and everything was a reminder that the world didn’t stop for anyone not for grief, and certainly not for mistakes. I kept thinking if I could just stay buried in work, maybe I’d be able to forget the stench of disgrace and maybe… just maybe, give her the attention she wanted but that seemed like a long way off.I could feel the pressure building, and I hated it. It made my jaw ache, made my stomach twist— it wasn’t just stress; rather it was anger and frustration, that slow burning rage that hadn’t had a proper outlet in days.Then my phone buzzed and I looked at it almost immediately— it wa
Imogen’s pov My breath came in shallow pants, my knees aching against the hard floor, but I didn’t dare move.Because he was still watching me.Blue eyes like ice, sharp and unyielding, and yet… soft in that one moment. The way his thumb traced my cheekbone, rubbing a drop of his jizz across my skin like he was painting me with his claim.“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful. “I’m proud of you.”The words hit harder than the orgasm I hadn’t even been given yet. No one had ever said that to me— not Perry or even anyone else. I felt something different in me— a feeling I couldn’t name but if I should say it, it felt like pride. Yes, pride!Like I wasn’t just being used, like I mattered, and the way Blond said it, like my submission was a gift, had my chest aching and my pussy tightening all at once.I should’ve felt dirty, kneeling there with his jizz dripping down my skin. Instead, I felt worshipped and owned, and like a slut I craved for more.“Stand
Imogen’s povMy hands trembled as they went to the straps of the lingerie, pulling them down inch by inch. His eyes tracked every movement like a predator— making me feel naked long before the lace actually hit the floor.“Slower,” he warned, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about your hunger, princess. It’s about control and satisfying my hunger.”God! The way he said it, like I already belonged to him made my knees threaten to give way.The lingerie finally slipped down my thighs, gathering at my ankles. I stepped out of it carefully, never breaking eye contact.“Good girl,” he murmured, taking a sip of his whiskey, casual and devastating.The praise sent shivers racing through me, making my already heated body way too hot and if I was in between my thighs right now, I’d probably drown.He rose, his shadow swallowing me whole, and went back to the cabinet. When he returned, he was holding black leather cuffs lined with velvet, as he dangled them in front of me like a promise.“Wrists,”
Imogen’s povWe entered the house and barely a word was said to each other. He had taken out a cigarette from his stash and had lit it up as I could smell it from where I stood.“You can’t just stop like it, Silas,” I queried.He didn’t say anything, instead he took in a quick draw of the cigar and went straight to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Really? You’re just going to ignore me all over again?” I blurted out.He still ignored me making me feel like I was nothing and that pushed me over the edge. I took my purse and walked to the door.If he wanted silence, fine. I’d give it to him.My hand had barely touched the handle when his voice sliced through the air.“Where do you think you are going?” He asked.“Home or anywhere far from here,” I said as I tried to keep my voice steady but it betrayed me.“It is late and you don’t need…”“Yeah, like you care?” I blurted out, cutting him off.The corner of his mouth curled upward— a smile like I’d amused him, like my defiance was a t
Imogen’s povI leaned back into the leather seat, my fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of my dress.He hadn’t spoken a word since the incident outside the restaurant. Not one. His hand rested on his thigh, the other rested lazily across the seat between us, but the silence wrapped tighter than chains.I was used to silent drive home but not from the one person I had craved the most and the silence was killing me.I stole a glance at him, his jaw was sharp, clenched, the faint scar at his lip deepening as his mouth pressed flat. Something brewed beneath the surface… something he wasn’t saying and I knew I had to get it out of him.Finally, I cleared my throat. “What’s with you?”His eyes shifted, catching mine, and for a second I wished I hadn’t asked because the look there was harsh and rough with danger and desire, wound so tight it made my pulse to elevate.He said nothing.I scoffed, trying to steady myself. “So we’re doing the silent treatment now?”Nothing. Just that st
Silas’s PovThe restaurant was quiet, with only the soft glow of candlelight reflecting off the glasses and utensils.At the far corner, a man in a black suit stood with a violin tucked beneath his chin. The first notes poured out— haunting, rich, a melody meant for seduction. His bow slid across strings with precision, playing only for us.I’d hired him because silence wasn’t enough for her. Imogen deserved music, beauty, and luxury.I had found out that she enjoyed listening to the violin and this was an attempt to get her to relax and be free.I’d bought out the whole place. Privacy was not just a luxury— it was a necessity. Imogen didn’t belong under the gaze of strangers. She deserved to feel like the world bent just for her.I adjusted the cuff of my suit jacket, the silk black fabric clung tight against my shoulders. The weight of the watch on my wrist ticked steady and precise, though my pulse wasn’t nearly so calm. I didn’t bother pretending to look at the menu; the moment







