Lahat ng Kabanata ng 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Afraid to face me due to embarrassment, I guess, Jamie stands rooted to the spot. His back is still turned to me. I had no idea how I could be helpful. I didn’t know whether to comfort him, be sorry for the little guy or just laugh. Why is he awkward anyway?! We’re married. I drift across the room and past Sandy, my feet shuffling closer to him. I reach out to his shoulder but he recoils from my touch. “Don’t look!”, I jolt in surprise, my face shriveled in fear. He didn’t have to yell at me. I’m just trying to help out. He really doesn’t seem alright but I’m not going to push it. If he doesn’t want me to be of assistance, I’d simply not be. I turn on my heels and with no other word, I exit the kitchen. As I depart, the soft rustling of footsteps lead me to believe that Sandy’s probably getting closer to him. Likely to tend to him. With that in mind, I discard any thoughts of Jamie and whisk my handbag from the couch. I wouldn’t even bother to have breakfast anymore. The bu

My eyes widen in horror as I realize I'm not in control of my own body anymore. For a fleeting moment, I thought I'd regained some autonomy. But, instead, my skin ignites with a burning sensation. My body begins to warm up. And I feel an unwelcome, pleasurable sensation building between my thighs. My stomach flutters wildly as the heat builds, giving way to an intense wetness in my lady region. Desire and lust surge through me, threatening to consume my every thought. I groan, straining every fiber of my being to resist the voice's insidious commands. But with each passing minute, it becomes more difficult than the previous. And the urge to surrender continues to grow stronger. "No, no, no! This can't be happening, not here, not now!”, I recite in my head. I'm convinced Luca's behind this. What other explanation is there? I glance around, frantically searching for a way to break free from this unwanted, humiliating arousal. A chilling confirmation! I hastily adjust my unde

My legs turn to jelly, and I slump backward. It suddenly feels like the whole world rests on my shoulders. Luca's quick reflexes kick in, and he catches me, his arms wrapping around me protectively. My heart flutters, captivated by his gentlemanly gestures. Luca’s lips brush against my sweaty forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. I cringe, almost tasting the saltiness from my sweat on my tastebuds although Luca’s the one who should be concerned. This new side of him is a complete opposite of the raging sex demon he is within. I think I’m becoming more familiar with the unexpected turn of events every time we fuck. And as I gaze into his eyes, I wonder if he enjoys it as much as I do. He seems satisfied with my “services”, but there’s something beyond satisfaction that he yearns. Makes me wonder if it’s truly possible. For a man of his kind, is it even possible for his heart to beat for someone like me? His eyes roam freely over my naked body, taking in the sight of my features. A

I gaze out the car window as Zane zooms through the city. One hand resting on the steering wheel, his other hand plays with his plump lips. This would be the third time he’d let his professional facade slip off, giving way to a new side of him. I spare him a brief glance before turning my attention to the blurry view of the cityscape. He’d asked if I’d care for some music before the ride started. And I’d politely declined, requesting for silence instead. He’d agreed without a thought, saying that whatever pleases me, pleases him too. But seeing his head bobbing up and down to a random beat produced by his drumming fingers, I feel a tad bit guilty for denying his pleasure. But I’m a bit selfish for wanting to be in peaceful silence. For one, I have a vibrator in me. It’s like a ticking time bomb, waiting to detonate in any given moment. I’m worried. Scratch that, I’m terrified. Luca’s threats do not seem empty. And knowing him as a man of his words, there’s no doubt that he has

Yep, he’s said it. He’s done it again. And that look of shock on her face saddens him. Suddenly, she isn’t aroused anymore, the sparkle of desire in her eyes lost as his words register in her mind. However, there’s a softness underlying her hard gaze, of mild confusion maybe. As if she feels the same way about him. It should be scary to him, he’s aware. That she’s giving him that same look of disapproval again. But the way she’s gazing up at him, with those wide, glassy eyes, swollen lips, has him so fucking obsessed. Obsessed in ways that he can’t even begin to explain. For the first time, Luca’s unable to think straight and make solid sense, and she doesn’t even care. She doesn’t care because she wants none of it. What they both share, should be strictly sexual. The relation between them is already a forbidden one since she’s married but he still wants more. He wants to be that guy to keep her up at night, to be on her mind every damn time that she won’t even have time for