บททั้งหมดของ 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My mind reboots, his words sparking a mix of fear and fascination in me. My eyes flutter open, locking onto Luca's. His gaze, however, burns with intensity. His pupils dilate and he lets out a groan. He lets his fingers move in and out of me, stroking my inner walls. My mind goes into overdrive. I feel herself getting lost in the sensation. My body can’t help but to respond to his touch. I rock my waist in rhythm to his movements, urging him to invade deeper. My thoughts dissolve into a haze of pleasure. My hips sway, synchronized with Luca's probing fingers. This action actually urges Luca to pump his fingers deeper into my insides. Luca reaches up, his impatient hands tearing my blouse open. The force tugs down my strapless bra, exposing my full round breasts. The biting air hits my exposed skin, heightening my sensitivity. Impatience runs high and his mouth quickly claims my nipple. Being under his mercy, under his control should’ve raised alarms in my head. Ho

I navigate my way through the hallways, my heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The sound echoes through the hushed hallways, earning me subtle questioning glances. I wonder why everyone’s attention is directed towards me. I’m suddenly self aware of my appearance, a vulnerable feeling descending on me. Glancing down, all the answers to my questions stare right up into my face. It’s my new outfit – a sleek black dress that hugs my curves perfectly. The fabric’s soft texture swooshes against my legs as I move. No wonder everyone is staring at me; my transformation is stark. They’re wondering how I’m able to do that. But most importantly, why? A faint ache lingers on my buttocks, a throbbing reminder of the abuse they had gone through. And my trembling knees threaten to buckle underneath me. However, I employ my professional instincts. I square up my shoulders, adopting a confident stride as I ignore my colleagues’ judging looks. As I waddle through the numerous cor

3RD PERSON’S POV Luca trudges briskly through the hallways, dragging Stella after himself. She trails after him struggling to keep. Unlike Luca, her strides are relatively smaller, leaving big gaps between them. His grip only tightens when a whine tears through her. A warning that that must not be repeated. Quietly, she lets him pull her through through the door. He pushes her forward, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Stella stumbles, the sound of her heels dull against the fluffy carpet. Stella regains her balance, whipping her head to lock eyes with him in disbelief. That push was uncalled for but Stella is yet to know the reason behind his rage. She wipes away non existent dirt from her dress, taking slow steady breaths to calm her racing heart. Luca paces around the room, his tongue poking his cheeks to contain his anger. Stella has never seen him to visibly disturbed about anything before. It scares her a bit. She saunters closer to him, her hands

I don't flinch, my attention fixed on the printer room. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me be anytime soon. And I know I’m playing a dangerous game but I just do no want to lose my focus. Luca's eyes narrow, intrigued by my snobbish self. He trails behind me silently, observing as insert the drive into the computer and begin to navigate through my files. The printer hums to life, spewing out vibrant colors and intricate designs onto various thin sheets of paper. I scrutinize each page, my eyes scanning for any signs of flaws. "Stella?", he calls out to me again. Luca clears his throat, the low rumble breaking the silence. I remain engrossed in my prints, grabbing a pencil nearby to scratch notes on a piece of paper. He scans the area, his gaze sweeping across the handful of employees lounging nearby. They exchange sneaky glances, their eyes darting towards Luca before hastily dropping to the floor. A faint flush spreads across their cheeks, a deepen

As I turn again, Luca stands before me, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. He’s towering over me, my eye level barely reaching past his his chest. His sudden presence makes me gasp, but I dare not step back from him. He's just inches away. I could feel his warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I look up at him, meeting his fierce eyes. The dark irises seem to darken into a reddish brown. My heart rams against my chest in a frenzy. His voice drops to an octane lower, sending tremors through my core. Gosh, I hope he doesn’t see me trembling. "You think you can just walk away from me?", he asks, his soft lips grazing my ear. I tense up under his touch, a spark of electricity flying through my veins. “I'll never let you go,", he whispers. “Even if you beg me to” My heart beat picks up its pace, indecisive on whether to feel fear or desire within me. My knees begin to wobble underneath me. I rub my sweaty palms together to distract myself, fee