Masuk~LUCAS~Moving on is a lie people tell themselves when staying hurts too much.I learned that the hard way.Because no matter how many times I told myself she’s gone… she chose to leave… it’s over, my heart refused to listen.It’s been weeks.Weeks since I woke up in that hospital bed.Weeks since I walked into her apartment and realized she had erased herself from my life like she was never there.Weeks since I read that letter over and over again until the words stopped making sense and just became pain.And yet…she’s still everywhere.Everywhere.I see her in the smallest things.In the way the morning light slips through the window…..because she used to complain about how it always woke her up too early.In the silence of her apartment….because she used to fill it without even trying.In the emptiness beside me….because she used to belong there.It’s suffocating.It’s like she didn’t leave.Like she stayed behind in pieces… scattered through my entire life
~FIORELLA~The next morning, I wake before the sun fully rises, my eyes opening with sharp awareness, not a trace of sleep lingering in them. My body feels rested, but my mind…..my mind is already working, already calculating, already controlling.Juliette is gone.Of course she is.I don’t keep what I use close for too long. Attachments blur judgment. And I don’t blur.I sit up slowly, the silk sheets slipping off my skin, pooling at my waist like submission itself.A faint smirk touches my lips.Control….. that's what I breathe.That's what I am.I come down from my bed, and walk into the bathroom to take my bath and brush my teeth.After a long, deliberate shower ... .hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of the night ... .I step out, wrapping myself in a black robe. My reflection stares back at me from the fogged mirror….cold, perfect, and untouchable.I wipe the glass with my palm, revealing the woman beneath.And she looks exactly how she should.My finger
~FIORELLA~“Did you cum while I was away, you slut?” I ask, lightly swatting Juliette's breasts with my flattened hand.She mumbles around the gag and shakes her head, gazing up at me with a look of fear and worship.I reach down, tenderly drawing my fingers over Juliette's breasts and stomach to the place between her legs where the vibrator is.With a single motion, I grip the vibrator and swirl it around, pulling it from her body, pushing it back in, and finding a slow rhythm.“How does it feel? Do you like that, honey?” I drawl. “You're so wet. So ready. Would you like to cum??”Juliette moans and writhes on the table, body rocking back and forth, as I plunge the vibrator into her pussy again.Then I step away, leaving the vibrator buried in her pussy while she moans in anguish, craning her neck to follow my movements as I walk over to the assorted toys hanging on the wall.I stop, pondering over my collection of toys, before reaching out to pick a strap on dildo that is nine inches
~FIORELLA~I lead Juliette into the playroom. It's a very dark room, walls painted black, red rugs, candle lights placed randomly in the room…causing shadows flickering in the room.Everything here feels intentional, controlled, and mine.On the wall hangs different kinds of sex toys…dildos and vibrators, heavy looking textured rods with complex harnesses and reams of leathers, whips and floggers.There's a big table covered with a black velvet blanket.I turn back to Juliette, and she's watching me…anticipating.Good.“Take off your clothes. Go to the table and lie down,” I say, my voice calm… but leaving no room for disobedience.“Yes, Mistress,” she replies without hesitation.She hurriedly takes off her clothes, making her completely naked.Then she walks to the table, climbs on it, and lies facing the ceiling, with her body stretched out, and exposed under the dim glow of the candlelight.Exactly where I want her.I take my time approaching her with slow, measured steps.Letting
~FIORELLA~“Juliette, get ready for me,” I type on my phone. “I'm on my way home.”Then I press ‘send’ and put my phone into my bag.I walk majestically to my car as other colleagues clear the road for me, enter my car, ignite the engine, and drive off.My girl is waiting for me, and I can't wait to go home and have fun.~~~It takes me almost an hour to arrive home.The electric gates open, and I drive my car into the compound.The gate closes as I step out of my car.The whole environment is quiet, and why not??I stay alone in my own house…. even as a student.I walk majestically to the front door of my apartment, and open it.Then I see Juliette eagerly waiting for me.“Welcome home, Mistress,” she greets me.She's kneeling on the rug in the sitting room, facing the entrance with her head down.She dares not look at me until I say so.I stare at my twenty years old sex slave, with her dark hair falling messily on her shoulders.She's wearing a thin, net dre
~LUCAS~“Lucas…”The voice is faint and distant at first.Like it’s coming from somewhere far away… somewhere I can’t reach.“Lucas… wake up…”Something taps my cheek lightly, twice.“Lucas, please…”There’s a tremble in the voice now.My brows twitch weakly.Everything hurts.My body feels heavy… like I’m buried under something I can’t lift.“Lucas… please wake up…”The voice breaks, and something warm drops onto my face.Someone's tears.That’s what finally drags me back.Slowly… painfully… my eyes flutter open.My vision is blurry at first, everything spinning and unclear.But then… it settles, and I see her.“Stephanie…?”She’s crouched right beside me, her face pale, her eyes swollen and red, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.Relief floods her expression the moment she sees my eyes open.“Oh my God…” she breathes shakily. “Lucas…”Her hand moves to my face again, trembling as she touches me like she’s afraid I might disappear.“You’re awake…”My throat feels dry, raw.My bod
~MARCELLA~I can't stop thinking about what happened during the day.By nightfall, I have exhausted all my usual coping mechanisms.My first mechanism is food.I order enough takeout to feed a small family…rice, chicken, fries, cake, because if heartbreak won’t kill me, ch
~LUCAS~I leave campus with my jaw clenched so tight it aches.I walk straight home to change my clothes so that I can go to the coffee shop to begin my shift. This clothes I'm putting on is one of the decent clothes I have. I can't afford to wear it to work.And I woul
~LUCAS~I shouldn't let Marcella distract me, I tell myself.So I sit up straight, clear my throat and take a deep breath.I start listening to Dr. Raymond again, not until her foot nudges mine under the desk again.I stiffen.She leans closer, her voice barely a breath.“Y
~LUCAS~I don’t stop walking until I’m outside.The cool air hits my face, and only then do I realize my hands are clenched into fists.What the hell was that?I drag a hand through my hair, breathing hard, and forcing my body to stop shaking.My goodness! She affects me so m







