Arya's POV.My eyes stuttered open, the morning sun gently hitting my eyes through the window. Trying to move my body, it felt like I was stuck in a place, not until I heard his deep breath and I realized it was Lucas. I was locked in his arms. I couldn't hold back the warm smile that broke out on my face as I stared at his sleepy face, he looked so innocent. Gently, I untangled his arms around me and quietly climbed down the bed, heading straight to the kitchen. I needed a quick coffee to fix my energy after everything that happened last night. A wide smile appeared on my face as memories of last night flashed through my head. I cringed in embarrassment remembering how loudly I had screamed my lungs out, begging him to take me in every way possible. Oh Arya, since when did you turn to a sex maniac?Well, since Lucas happened.I was suddenly snapped out of my chain of thoughts as I heard footsteps towards the kitchen. "Energy refill I see?" I suddenly heard his voice behind me
Arya's POV."Please Lucas... Take me now and here... " I was losing control over myself. I was glad that it was so early in the morning and the house workers haven't arrived yet.He lowered his full length down, pausing gently as the smooth head of his dick rubbed against my clit, then he pushed up and rubbed the rest of his long, hard shaft against it. I was going crazy in ecstasy, I badly wanted him inside me.He slid his cock down again, the head going lower, exploring my lips for my soft, wet opening. It pushed gently and penetrated slightly. "There!" I whisper in his ear, my arm hooked around his neck in fear that he will slip away. It nudged further inside me, the head now almost entirely in, finding me wet and ready to take him.I pulled myself further up wrapping my arm more tightly round his neck, his hands reached under to grab my ass and lifted me. He held me in place for a second, our heads pressed together and our eyes locked. "You are everything to me, babydoll." The
Arya's POVI laid lazily on the couch, rolling from one point to the next. The day drew by like a torturous tease, the slow tick of the clock mocking my boredom. Lucas had left early for work, although his scent still lingered all over me. I had tried to distract myself, flipping through the countless channels on the TV, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, even taking a long, hot bath. But nothing filled the void of his absence.I missed him.The ache was almost unbearable.An idea struck me suddenly, a wicked, thrilling idea that sent shivers of excitement down my spine. If I was missing him this much, I was damn sure he was missing me twice as much too. How about I make his return worthwhile? And not just in any way... I was going to make sure he came home to a sight he would never forget.Sliding off the couch, I ran all the way upstairs, practically jumping over to the closet, my fingers brushing past the different fabrics, until I found exactly what I needed. A set of linger
Arya's POV."You've been such a bad girl, babydoll." He chuckled, his gaze on me darkening. "You have no idea what you just put me true."The smirk on his face has gotten deadlier as well. Well, I guess I might have screwed myself over. But somehow, i was excited for whatever he had in mind. "You can agree with me that you need to be punished, am I right, babydoll?"As he spoke, he swiftly zipped open his suit pant and rapidly pulled it down his leg, and stepped out of it. He gently stood to his feet now, giving his dick a single, lazy stroke, and I watch in fascination as a bead of clear precum formed at the tip, then slowly drips down, leaving a glistening trail along the underside. I sat still on the bed, hypnotized, watching as that massive organ continued to grow between his spread legs."C'mon babydoll, come over here." He winked, his cock now standing at attention, I haven't really gotten enough chance to see it in it's full glory before, but now I was staring clearly at it
Arya's POV."hold your boobs out for me, babydoll." He suddenly blurted and casted him a quick glance. What is he up to this time?My face burnt with shame as I shuffled forward between his spread legs, bringing my chest up to his groin level. His cock stood tall and menacing, slick with my saliva, twitching with each heartbeat. I hesitated, unsure how to proceed."Like this," he blurted, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on either side of my boobs. "Squish them together around that cock, sweetheart."I sunk my fingers into the soft flesh of my tits, feeling them yield under the pressure as I press them together to create a deep, pale cleavage. Lucas grabbed his cock and guided it into the channel I've created, the hot, pulsing shaft nestling between my breasts like a snake burrowing into warm earth."Fuuuuck," he groaned as his cockhead emerges from the top of my cleavage, leaking a fresh bead of precum. "Now move them titties up and down, babydoll." Lucas is really out to in
Arya's POV."You have served your punishment well so far. Babydoll." Lucas blurted, flashing me a toothy smile.I could tell he was up to something, despite the sweet smile on his face."But you have one more stage to officially scale through your punishment." Ofcourse it's Lucas, I've made peace with the fact that he is always up to something."Get rid of the remnant of clothes on your body." This time, he sounded more authoritative, and I knew he was back in the mood.I slowly peel my pantyhose down my legs, my face burning with excitement for what is coming.Lucas watched with predatory eyes, his still hard cock bobbing in front of him. I was standing before him, completely naked cum dripping from my face and tits."Goddamn, I've got to say this every second, you are perfection at it's peak, babydoll." he whistled, eyes roaming over my exposed body. "Now turn around. Let me see that ass."I rotated slowly, showing him my backside, my tits swinging with the movement."Fuck yeah, B
Arya's POV. The morning sun rays penetrated into the room, rousing me from the depths of sleep. My entire body ached... a delicious, sinful ache that brought back every single memory of last night. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I squeezed my thighs together beneath the silk sheets, my fingers gripping the fabric as though it could save me from the embarrassment clawing at me.Lucas.His touch, his lips, the way he commanded things when he is in his beast mode. I had done things I never thought myself capable of, begged in ways that made my face burn just thinking about it. I swallowed hard as I stirred on the bed, trying to push the haunting thoughts away, my eyes suddenly caught sight of him. My heart pounded as I stole a glance at the man responsible for my current state.There he stood by the wardrobe, his sculpted back facing me, muscles flexing as he rummaged through his collection of suits. Even without turning around, he somehow knew I was awake.“Good morning, babydoll.” His d
Arya’s POV.I couldn’t stop giggling as I jumped around the room, twirling in front of the mirror, my excitement knew no bounds. The delicate gold waist chain shimmered against my skin, a dazzling reminder of the man who had placed it there. And the new phone? God, I still couldn’t believe it.Lucas Griffin wasn’t just a billionaire... he was a man who knew how to make a woman feel special.I turned toward him, still half clad in my nightwear, his muscular arms flexing as he fixed his cuffs. He was the picture of effortless power and elegance, standing by the mirror, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. And as if the universe was determined to test my self control, the top two buttons of his shirt remained undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of his chest."You’re staring, babydoll," he suddenly blurted, the corner of his lips quirking up in that dangerously sexy smirk of his.I snapped out of my daze, my cheeks burning. “No, I’m not!”He chuckled, stepping closer, his cologn
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc
Hayes's POV.I slowly opened my eyes trying to take in the environment but it posed a big threat, my eyelids were heavy and my head too.I squeezed my eyes back shut and relaxed, I didn't care about my environment anymore, it felt safe and conducive, not even the problems I was dealing with popped up in my head, I felt at peace.I suddenly felt a presence beside me, I assumed it was Chloe, she stirred and laid her head on my chest, snuggling deeper into me, and in turn, I wrapped my arms around her, in the process, I inhaled the scent of her hair and it sent an unexplainable calmness down my spine.It suddenly occurred to me that this is in no way Chloe's scent. And Chloe and I aren't even in a good place right now for her to be sleeping beside me. My nose suddenly caught her scent again, this time, my eyes popped open in shock.And to more shock, it was an unknown lady lying on my chest, looking closely, I suddenly realized that it was the lady from the club last night.What is she
Hayes's POV.I dragged my feet frustratedly into the club and went straight to the bar section."A shot please," I said to the waiter.This will make it the second time that I will be in a buzzing underground club ready to soak myself with some really hot liquor, all for the sake of heartbreak.When am I ever going to learn huh?First it was Elisha, and now Chloe. What exactly have I done to deserve this? Have I not been loving enough? Is there something that I am not doing right? It hurts because I truly loved Chloe more than I have ever loved another woman. She really held a place in my heart. Why did she have to hurt me like this when all I have ever done was to love her unconditionally. It hurts more because despite how hard I was trying to shut her out, somehow, I just couldn't and it was infuriating the hell out of me.I should hate her, I should shut her out and cast her away from my life for hurting me so bad, but somehow, all I could think of was her wellbeing, I couldn't s
Chloe's POV. I didn’t want Hardin to drive me home.I couldn’t look at him, not right now. Not after everything that had just unraveled like a cruel twist of fate in front of Hayes... his eyes, his trembling voice, his heartbreak. all because of me. I had caused it. I had made this mess.So I stood stubbornly by the curb, trembling, refusing Hardin’s extended hand and barely meeting his eyes when he called my name with that low, frustrated murmur.“Chloe, let me at least make sure you get home safe.”I shook my head furiously. “No. Just… just go, Hardin.”He exhaled, jaw clenched, torn between anger and concern. His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long. searching, but I couldn’t let him find anything. Not now.The taxi pulled up, and I got in without another word, slamming the door shut behind me like I was sealing off every horrible choice I’d made tonight.The ride was quiet, filled only with the noises from the street as we drove by. I sat with my head leaning against the cool
Chloe's POV. My lipstick was smudged, my breath still uneven as I leaned over the sink, trying to steady myself. The mirror was an unkind witness. My cheeks flushed, mascara slightly smudged at the corners, lips red and swollen. I looked like every dirty thought I ever denied having.Behind me, Hardin buttoned his shirt slowly, each motion dragging across my nerves. His eyes lingered on me through the mirror. That damned smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth again, smug and amused.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and still laced with satisfaction. He came up behind me, placing both hands on my hips, pressing a kiss just under my ear.I nodded too quickly, still caught in the haze. “Yeah. I… I just need a second.”A second to pretend none of it happened.A second to forget that I had just betrayed someone who loved me enough to make me his girlfriend, Someone who... God help me... was standing outside this building somewhere, waiting for me with that soft smile of his and the ho
Chloe's POV.Nodding, I did my best to scoot around him, and him around me. It was already a tight fit in the restroom, and being in heels and having a pair of panties stretched around my legs didn't help. But soon we had managed to switch. Hardin sat down over the neatly covered toilet sink, while I stood in front of him facing the door. Bending over, I shimmied out of my red panties so I could spread my legs wider before bending back towards him.I felt his fingers quickly probe my sopping wetness, rubbing frantically.Then his fingers left me, and the empty feeling returned. But almost immediately I felt a hand at my hip guiding me down slowly, slowly, until I felt the wet tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.Reaching my arms out I pressed against the walls of the bathroom, as I lowered myself onto his cock. Pleasure welled up inside me as my body slowly gave in to the invading hardness. Biting my upper lip, I looked up at the ceiling before closing my eyes, slowly lowering m
Chloe's POV.Just as I felt him beginning to get hard again in my mouth, he quickly pulled out, helping me to my feet and turned me around, he pushed me forward so I had to grip the lid of the toilet tank to keep my balance. Without a word, I spread my legs, black heels firmly on the ground. Reaching down, Hardin lifted my dress all the way to my waist, to display a set of frilly red panties. They weren't thongs, but they left most of my round ass on display.Leaning down, he kissed my firm globes as he lowered my panties to my knees, stretching them between my legs. Kissing his way inward, he reached my bare pussy lips, pulling on them with his own lips. I couldn't hold back my moan, loud enough to be heard from outside and in response Hardin squeezed my ass, reminding me to be quiet.Turning his head slightly, he ran his tongue up and down my slit, tasting my growing arousal as it began to coat the tip of his tongue. My knees buckled, making me bounce slightly as he ran his tongue
Chloe's POV. It was only a split second before his zip was flying open and his cock, out to my hungry eyes.It's thickness glorious, with a bulbous head that's now completely exposed, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening purple black helmet. "Can't take your eyes off it, huh?" His voice snapped me out of my chain of admiration, and I chuckled nervously. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, not painfully, but firmly enough to make it clear who's in control. From this position, his cock looks even more bigger... a veiny, pulsing tower of flesh pointing directly at my face. The scent was overwhelming, the pisshole at the tip dilates slightly as another bead of precum forms, this one thicker.His cock twitched right in front of my face, and another glob of precum oozed out, hanging in a sticky strand from the tip."Someone might walk in, Hardin." I mumbled in a really low tone, my hands resting limply on my thighs. "Well, you have to admit that makes i
Chloe's POV.I should have known better than to think I could survive the night without slipping.Hayes had been glued to my side since the moment we arrived, his hand permanently stamped to the small of my back like a branded claim. His touch made my skin crawl, not from nerves, but discomfort. I tried to mask it with smiles, polite nods, meaningless chatter with the crowd. I even entertained a few harmless flirtations from other men, if only for a little breathing room.But Hardin… God, Hardin had different plans.Since after the little moment Hardin and I shared dancing, Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room, he wasn’t just watching me... he was devouring me with those stormy eyes. His gaze made my skin burn hotter than the champagne slipping down my throat.I lost track of how many times I swallowed the lump in my throat, pretending not to notice him.Pretending I wasn’t thinking about the dance we shared earlier.Pretending my body wasn’t already aching.At some po