MONALISAI was seated on a couch in the living room, playing with my fingers and just doing nothing. I was dressed in just a shirt that belonged to Lucius and I could breathe in his scent.His scent Lucius had cleaned my legs himself and put a band aid where I got bruised. "Lisa" he called me by my name and I raised my head up to see him walking over to me with a maid following behind him. "Like to have another glass of water? Or a cup of coffee or tea would do?" He asked, stopping in front of me. "A cup of coffee, please" I replied him and he took it from the tray the maid was carrying. "You may leave" he said to the maid and she left, leaving just the both of us in the living room. He sat beside me and handed the cup of coffee over to me. "Thank you sir" I mumbled in response and drank from the cup. I took a few sips before lowering my hand with the cup. "Thank you so much for tonight" I thanked him once more. "Are you fine now?" His smooth voice questioned and I just nodde

Chapter 14LUCIUSI stepped out of my room, seeing that I had not shut my door properly. I looked right and left but there was no one in sight yet I could swear that I had heard moans while I was finishing too.I was sure that what I had heard wasn't just one of my fantasies. She had been here and she had watched me.Even after I had told her to find someone else and get off me, she had still done this.She was just too naughty and her naughtiness was messing with my head big time. How could a virgin be this naughty and nasty? She should be punished and taught a lesson. I should have her hands cuffed, her legs tied together and have her lying on my laps as I spank her over and over again until she becomes a good girl for me."Get a hold of yourself, Lucius" I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me this time.My head was clear now and I could think reasonably.I picked my phone up and dialed a contact."Hello boss" the call was picked almost instantly."Send Francesca Wi

MONALISA "Don't go around drinking outside with no one by your side, Lisa" Lucius scolded me as he dropped me onto his couch and straightened back up. "I just wanted to clear my mind" I replied with pouty lips.Don't ask me why I had called him to pick me up when I was just tipsy and could find my way home myself. You know why. "You can come home to drink if you so badly want to drink and don't forget you are in college, you can't afford a hangover everyday" he scolded me still. "I won't be having a hangover everyday if I wasn't getting broken daily. You know what she told me? You know what Francesca told me? She told me she hated me, that she had always hated me and I was just a fool who never noticed that and you know what? She slapped me. Francesca slapped me in the face right in public, in front of everyone." I watched him sigh and then crouch down and hold my hands in his. His touches felt electrical as always. And comforting too. Maybe that was why I had called him. Because

MONALISAThe next dayI woke up the next day, feeling my head throb with a slight headache. I groaned softly, fluttering my eyes open to see the unfamiliar ceiling above me. My right hand clasped over my mouth the moment I recalled what had happened last night between I and Lucius. I folded and slowly buried my face in the pillow, then let out a giggle. Regrets? I didn't regret it one tiny bit. If there was any regret, then it had to be because we didn't go all the way. After he came on me last night, he made me taste his cum, giving me my very first taste of cum and after that he had cleaned me up and soothed my burning ass cheeks. "Oh god, Lisa" I called my own self, recalling how I had moaned while being spanked. He had been so hard on me and yet I had loved every bit of it and even wanted more. I was sitting up on the bed when the door of the room opened and he walked in, with a black singlet and a grey sweatpant. The singlet clung to his hard body, bringing out the outline o

LUCIUS"Hello" Lisa replied but her voice sounded a bit off. "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling myself a bit away from my table but my gaze remaining on the work I had been dealing with before I had felt the sudden urge to hear her voice and know how she was doing. And also to ask her a question. "Francesca. Did you do anything to her and her family?" She asked and I threw my head back a bit, doing a small eyes roll. "Hey?" She called softly when I gave no response. "I didn't call you to be asked these questions. What's your favourite colour?" I asked. "I am talking about something pretty serious here sir""Your favourite colour is also something serious. Tell me cupcake, what is your favourite colour?""But...""Your favourite colour, cupcake?" I demanded, cutting her off. I heard her sigh softly."Purple and black" she finally gave in. "Good girl" I gave her a compliment and ended the call before she could say another word. I dropped the phone to the table and drew closer to my