With a deep breath, Aurora slid out of bed, her body aching from the previous night's activities. She walked to the wardrobe, her eyes lingering on the fine garments that had been provided for her. She had never felt so exposed, yet so powerful. As she pulled on a silk robe, she could feel the weight of her new role settling onto her shoulders.As Aurora made her way out of the room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory. The house was hers to navigate now, and she was no longer just a servant to be ignored or pitied. The air was thick with the scent of candles and the faint sound of laughter from the drawing room below. She knew that soon she would be the center of attention, displayed for Damian’s guests like a prized possession.Her steps were careful and deliberate as she approached the grand staircase, the silk of her robe whispering against her skin with each movement. As she descended, she saw Lily, Damian's mistress who she has over taken, standing at the bottom, her e
Master, the guests have arrived for the evening’s entertainment,” she announced, her voice trembling slightly.Aurora’s eyes snapped to the maid, the question forming on her lips before she could stop it. “Entertainment? What do you mean?”The girl’s gaze remained downcast, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “The... the guests are here for the evening’s festivities, my lady,” she stuttered out. “They await your presence in the drawing room.”Damian’s expression grew thoughtful. He leaned back against the pillows, stroking Aurora’s cheek with his thumb. “It seems we have a party to prepare for, my pet,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He kissed her forehead tenderly, his breath warm against her skin. “But first, I need to ensure you’re dressed appropriately. After all, you’re the belle of the ball tonight.”Aurora’s eyes searched his, the anticipation building. She knew what that meant—another night of being put on display for his guests, another night of serving his des
Damian stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and offering another to Aurora. She took it gratefully, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the harshness of the tile. He led her back to the bed, the plush comforter a welcome relief from the coldness of the floor.They lay there, their bodies tangled together, the sound of their breathing the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Aurora felt a strange sense of belonging,Damian’s arm was draped over her, his hand resting on her stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles.After a few moments, she found the courage to break the silence. “When will you bring back luna?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damian’s hand paused, his expression unreadable. “Luna?” he repeated, as if the name tasted foreign on his tongue. “Why do you care about her?”Aurora’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice strong despite the tears. “Because she’s the only person here who doesn’t look at me like I’m a piece of meat. Because she’s be
Damian’s breath hitched as her wet tongue swiped over the head of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He hissed, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping them open to watch her. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge and a promise of her devotion.He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her, pushing deeper into her mouth. Aurora took him willingly, her eyes watering but her gaze never leaving his. The taste of him was intoxicating, the scent of their mingled arousal filling her nostrils. She could feel her own desire building again, despite her sore and bruised body.Damian’s hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with a gentle rhythm. Aurora’s eyes fluttered closed, her focus solely on pleasing him. She could feel his tension building, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. It was a dance they had done many times before, a dance of dominance and submission.Her jaw began to ache, but she didn’t stop, her movements growing more eager as she
Suddenly, she felt the pressure release. Aurora's body spasmed around him as she came, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. Damian followed closely behind, his own release filling her with his warmth. They lay there, panting with their bodies entwined.Aurora felt a strange sense of safety in his arms, even though it was his will that had led her to this moment of utter vulnerability. She didn’t know why, but she felt protected, cherished even. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.Damian’s hand trailed up her side, his grip firm but not painful. “You’re mine now, Aurora,” he murmured into her ear, his breath warm and steady. “And I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”Aurora felt his warmth, his strength, and the undeniable presence of his cock, still hard inside her. Her body responded, her walls tightening around him despite the soreness. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, the pleasure mixing with the pain.Damian’s hand moved from
In the morning light, Aurora awoke to the feel of Damian’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His warm breath tickled her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. She tried to pull away, the events of the night still a vivid memory, but his grip held firm.“Good morning, my love,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew what was coming next.Aurora’s eyes fluttered open, the early morning light casting shadows across the opulent bedroom. Damian’s arms were wrapped around her, his naked chest pressed against her back. She tried to shift away from him, the ache from the previous night still lingering between her legs, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer."Good morning, my little whore," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and tickling. "How does it feel to be used by so many men?"Aurora’s body stiffened at his words, the memories of the previous night’s depravity washing over her like