Dangerous Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

LUCAFinally, I'm inside my office, my personal space. I can stretch my legs on the table and smoke as many cigars as I deem fit without giving a fuck about the company's policy. My fingers grab the handle of the desk's top drawer, pulling it out. My hands fumble with the contents of the drawer until I find what I'm looking for. A white sketch pad. I carefully redraw it. Unfolding and spreading it on the desk, I use one finger to trace the outline of her face and her smile. Lily. Of course, I drew her in London, but I couldn't give her the portrait. I'm too selfish. I actually lied about not being able to draw because drawing was one activity that fueled the demons in me. I didn't lie when I said the only thing I drew was nude. For three years, I was chained, abused, and forced to draw dirty, depraved art. Men fucking animals, trees, and children. More often than not, they were still life. I hated drawing. The very art I loved the most.After my escape, I tried drawing a few times, b

LILY"This is beautiful, Tiffany. Thankyou." I look around the luxurious hall. My eyes are shining in adoration. This is my eighteenth birthday. It's really happening, just the way I've always dreamed."Lily." Tiffany pulls at my arm. "As much as I'd love to take credit for all these. I did none of this." She twirls in the blue and black polka-dot evening dress she has on, with her hair styled in a matching French twist as mine."But my dad told me it was all your idea.""I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." She waves at some of the girls from our high school, signaling them to come over."So, if you didn't help my dad in planning this party, then who did?"She shrugs. "Who knows you as well as I do?"But why will he care about a party? My 18th birthday party.The theme color is blue with a little gold, black, and silver adornment. The hall is expensively decorated with a neon dancefloor and a banquet set at one end. Guest are sitting in a cocktail seating arrangemen

LILY I go crimson red. He wants to lick my asshole or my pussy? I obey him and turn over. He's lying on the bed with my mouth resting directly at his erect cock and my pussy in his face. "You're sucking on me till I cum, and I'm sucking on you till you cum. Your hands at your back. If you use your hands, I will punish you, and you won't like it." He pauses, then continues. "On a second thought, you may actually like it." I nod and obediently push my hands behind my back while my mouth greedily swallows his cock. I should hate this, but I can't. I'm actually loving it. I think I may be a little twisted. I suck on his tip, leaking it slowly, and enjoy his little pleasure noises. My neck straining to capture it mouthful in my mouth with my hands pinned behind my back. What if I accidentally redraw my hands from my back? How will he punish me? I feel his hands spread my legs wide, and his mouth begins tormenting. I gasp and moan. His fingers play with my inner lips, and his teeth bit

LUCA "It's a spiky dildo. You sick bitch." "I don't care." "First, you have to pleasure me." I untie her. She falls weakly to the ground. Her wrist and ankles are red from the tight binding. I lower and kiss the red spots. "Crawl to me." I remove my jeans, and my cock pops out. I sit on the only comfortable seat in the room. She crawls like a peasant to me. And skillfully starts sucking my cock. She's a professional whore. I should feel bad for letting another woman suck my cock, but I don't have morals. She sucks like a greedy animal. And slowly the tension around my cock eases. Harsh spasm coursed through me and into her mouth. I slowly redraw from her mouth. My body pulsed harshly as I cum on her face and tits. I hate myself because all through the BJ, I kept seeing Lily's face and thinking of how she could have done it better. I rise from the bed and throw the spiky dildo on the cheap whore. "Go fuck yourself." LILY "Luca." I call him the second time, raising my voice hig

LILY. "How have you been?" Tiffany smiles from across the table where she's seated. I let out a long sigh. "Good, I guess." I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling or what I'm supposed to be. One moment, I'm so sure and certain of Luca's feelings for me, and the next, I'm so confused at who he is. Am I so stupid for creating fantasies of him in my head? Am I so stupid for thinking I can change him and he can love me? Love? That's an alien word, one I'm very sure Luca doesn't know its meaning. Last night, he showed me a glimpse of himself I had never seen before. I won't say I didn't know it existed because I knew it existed; he had warned me of it too many times. I wonder who created that monster in him, the things that occasioned him to be that tough, because I'm very certain there's more to what he told me the night of my birthday. There's more. There has to be? "So you're really doing this?" Tiffany looks around the small restaurant, an extension of the supply store where