All Chapters of 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Beyond Control(18+)

3RD PERSON’S POV There’s a little forest above Stella’s pink cunt, nothing to be worried about. If anything he thinks it’s cute. Earlier, he hadn’t got a closer look at it due to the urgency of the moment. He needed to so desperately put out his frustration of seeing you hanging out and happy with some other man. Not just any other man, Zane. But now that he had a chance to, he would take it and admire her beauty down there. Stella has a very fat pussy, to be honest. Luca feels the urge to slap it and watch the skin bounce. But that would render the moment a bit awkward for her and he doesn’t want out. His fingers outstretched, he rubs her clit in slow circular motion, his touch warm against the skin. Her eyes flutter close, mind hazy as pleasure begins its work in consuming her senses. Stella can feel her juices oozing out onto his fingers uncontrollably. Luca knows how to work his way to her arousal. His fingers even know better from their countless encounters. Thank go

Sins

Luca’s eyes flash with hurt when Stella pushes him away like he’s some type of a dreaded disease. A bit too hard, the idiot lands on the other side of the room with a loud thud. A wince follows, a curse under her breath as she rubs the ache in her buttocks. Now, he’s worried. Brows creased, his bottom lip wet as he traps it in between his pearly whites. Luca doesn’t mean to scare her this much. He’d heard everything she’s uttered in her sleep. And how he loves the way her pretty pouty lips whisper his name, under the influence of the drug he’s administered effectively, his cock, that is. For that, she might actually like the idea of being sick if it calls for that kind of medication. It’s a bit uncomfortable, the silence too heavy to handle as Stella’s dream replays in her head. What’s worse? He probably now thinks that she’ll be returning his feelings. Cheeks flushed in embarrassment, eyes on the floor, anything to avoid this man, she raises herself from the floor. The pain

Shattered

Nothing would’ve prepared Stella for the words that tumble out of Luca’s mouth. A second before, she’d been sat quietly, innocent eyes all over his face, allowing him to care for the small gash on her lip. She meets his eyes, searching, hoping that he’s just messing with her and would take back his words. But he doesn’t, no. Instead, his emotions are far from reach, blocked by that darn wall he’s put up again. She gulps, questioning his sudden change of heart. She swears he’s been obsessed with her since their very first encounter. Is he finally ready to move on from her and find a new plaything? The thought haunts her, twisting her stomach in unpleasant ways. A voice intrudes her thoughts, telling her to just come clean already. After all, what harm could that possibly do? It’ll do a lot. It’ll give him hope, hope that she’ll be his forever. But what if the end comes and she can no longer be by his side? The love in his eyes will disappear, his scowl will return. She dreads

Assumptions

STELLA’s POV After that unfortunate incident that happened that morning, Luca has somewhat become even more distant. He talks less, gives me the cold shoulder to prove his point. True to his words, he’s decided to let me off. And the last time I’ve felt close to him is that morning, after he’s dropped me home. I imagined his hands on my thighs like before, gliding upwards with painstakingly slow pace, leaving me on edge. But I’m met with disappointment, silence as his eyes remain on the wide stretch of road ahead. I figured it takes two to tango, tilting my head against the window as he drives on. Thankfully, Jamie had believed my cock and bull story about having to do so much work after the main show, deciding against further questions. If he had seen how clammy my palms were, tongue tied but still willing to spew out my lies, he would think otherwise. At first, it’s just days. Days that turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Okay, maybe I’ve lost count but it’s been rou

Demands

His words leave a dent in my head, momentarily steering me away from any sort of reasoning. My feet wobbly beneath me and my eyes tremble in their sockets. I turn to him, my face a mess of shock and confusion. “What did you say?”, I ask, trembling in place. To say I’m struggling to wrap my head around the words that just left his mouth would be an understatement. He hesitates, his eyes flickering away from mine to Zane’s. Probably not the best place to have this kind of talk. But the look in my eyes press down on him. “I—nothing. Let’s go back inside first”, he mutters. His hand finds the small of the back, rests there firmly but his touch is gentler than that of a mother’s. He gives me a little nudge, ushering me forward. I start walking, couldn’t resist my curiosity about the whole thing though. The questions keep piling one after the other. What did he mean by asking if I’m pregnant? What has that got to do with the shadows that chase me around? I feel like I’m miss

A Slut and A Menace

My smile falters for a moment, but I quickly recover, trying to maintain a neutral tone to not come off as rude. What the hell is this? How can Jamie and his mother be so similar, yet somehow vastly different from each other. It is almost laughable. “A grandchild, specifically a boy?", I repeat, trying to process the sudden demand. “Victoria, I think there's been a misunderstanding. Jamie and I haven't even discussed having kids yet." I'm trying to keep my cool, for the sake of relations. I can’t be caught in scruffle with my mother-in-law but she makes it hard by playing the bitch. I am fuming inside. Who does she think she is, marching into my home and making demands? Demands we haven’t even thought of for ourselves? It's rich, coming from her, considering she once tried to pay me to leave her son. At the time, it seemed like she had a point. From the outside, it looked like I was a gold digger. And in a way, I guess I am. But my intentions were genuine and pure. I didn

Truth Told

I sit nervously in the doctor's office, my hands resting protectively on my stomach as I wait for the doctor to arrive. The silence is thick, thick enough to be cut by a knife, disrupted only by the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. In the aftermath of Sandy's revelation, Jamie had promptly suggested that I visit a doctor to have the pregnancy terminated. I had countered his proposal, pointing out that I wasn't even certain if I was pregnant and that Sandy's claims might be baseless. Jamie had been resolute in his stance: if I was indeed pregnant, he wanted me to consider an abortion. He made it clear that he wanted no part in raising a child. To any other person, his words should leave them feeling shocked, alone, and uncertain about their future. But I know what I did and the fact that I’m to blame. The news had hit Jamie like a ton of bricks, leaving him visibly shaken. Even the thought of accompanying me to the hospital for the check-up seemed to be a daunting t

Nasty Secrets

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the only sound the insistent ringing of the phone. Then, with a low growl, Luca tears his gaze away from mine and reaches for the phone, his voice a rough whisper as he answers the call. “Hello?”, But there’s no answer, it’s dead on the other end. Luca's eyes linger on the phone as he places it back in its place. The call had cut off, but he knows it's not exactly anyone's fault. He'd delayed picking up, and the other end had likely assumed he was unavailable. A faint furrow creases his brow as he ponders who might have been on the other end of the line. There are only two possibilities that come to mind: the reception, if the information is directly for him, or his head of executives. But something about this feels off, a nagging sense that this call was more than just a routine message. Luca's gaze drifts back to mine, his eyes searching for something, though I'm not quite sure what. His gaze falls on mine, and I'm transpor

A Lot More

If it wasn't for Luca's quick thinking, I would've been caught red-handed. But what's even more pathetic is that without his guidance, I wouldn't have known how to compose myself when Kiki walked in. My body would've betrayed me, screaming out my secrets for all to see. I'm that clueless, that oblivious. I'm a ticking time bomb of stupidity, just waiting for someone to come along and unravel the tangled threads of my life. And who better to do that than my best friend, Kiki? It’s all very unusual how she just clambers into my workplace, truly not dressed for the occasion with her glasses up in her hair to keep the strands out of her face. But I’m sure, there’s a solid reason for why she came. And she’s yet to let me know of that reason. While Luca and I climbed off each other in the nick of time, we’d no time to get our appearances together. Any sane person would raise an eyebrow at the state of my shirt, buttons hanging precariously close to coming undone, and Luca's hair,

Strained Relations

My face crumbles to the floor and if it could, it does so with a thud. Kiki's gaze is fixed on me, her eyes intent and searching as she waits for my reaction. I can sense her anticipation, her expectations of how I'll respond to this bombshell. Will I explode in anger, or will I take the news with a semblance of calm? The fact that her accusations involve my own sister makes my blood boil, and I can feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. A pang of discomfort settles in the pit of my stomach as I process Kiki's words. I'm no saint, I've made my share of mistakes. But the Sandy Kiki is describing is a total stranger to me. My Sandy is the girl who giggles uncontrollably over silly jokes and ridiculous mishaps. The thought of her being involved in something so deceitful and hurtful is jarring, and I struggle to reconcile the two images of my sister. The Sandy I know is the one who's lain helpless in a hospital bed, relying on me to care for her. I recall the

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