Semua Bab 365 Days Of Pleasure: Please Me!: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable knot woven in m

“Jamie, what are you doing here?!”, I bellow, my eyes bulging out of their sockets. I study his appearance:blue tuxedo, hair slicked back, an antique gold pocket watch dangling from the pocket on his chest and a Rolex watch adorning his wrist. Noticing my attention on his wrist, he casually flicks it, letting the rays of the sun slightly kiss the watch’s glazed surface. A smug smile sits on his face, nothing like I’d ever seen before. He looks new. I mean, his face is still very much his but dangerously different. “You don’t miss me?”, he whispers, leaning into my neck. I shudder when his lips graze my sensitive skin. How daring! I wonder to myself. My palms pressing against his chest, I try to push him off me but he still manages to press a sloppy kiss on the untainted skin. I press my lips together, my body fighting against any temptation to utter my mind. “What’s the matter? You don’t like it?”, he breathes into my ears, his warm breath tickling my skin. I could o

“She’s draining you, can’t you see?”, a voice questions sharply. The tone is hoarse and tired, traveling through the air with a sense of empathy. It’s authoritative nature doesn’t go unnoticed. I hear it all: I hear Luca’s hesitance and the deep sigh lodged in his throat. There’s a lot weighing him down, things he can’t seem to have any control over. He’s just waiting, as they have their fill. “Your powers are dwindling.”, the voice shakily mutters. “If I may, maybe you should continue your search for the one”, he suggests, finally taking a long deep breath. There’s a long pause after that and I could only guess Luca’s thoughts from where I’m sleeping in the bed. With the way that the man speaks, I assume it must be one of his people. He seems to be picking his words carefully to avoid being offensive. I would’ve been shivering in my shoes too if I had the chance to stand before Luca to make my concerns known to him. He has this insane aura that attracts respect no m

“Eat your damn food! It’s been a day!”, Luca barks, slamming his fist on the large oak table. The cutlery on the table fly into the air and rains back onto the table. I remain unfazed, though deep down, the dent his fist leaves on the shiny surface of the table sends shivers down my spine. I clear my throat, fidgeting with the hem of my dress under the table His fiery red eyes staring into my being makes me jittery but I’m also determined to stand my ground. “You can’t just keep me locked up here. I want to Fo home”, I say calmly, resting my palms on the table. Gulping down my fears, I dare to push my seat back and stand on my feet. This gains his attention, fueling his anger even more. I know I’m playing with literal fire but if I don’t protest, how would he feel about all this? He’s not the boss of me. “Sit. Down.”, his tone is deep and straight to the point. Eager to bring to his notice how unsatisfied I am with this setup, I sternly look up at him with empty eyes.

“That was gross, and indecent and you’re a bitch. She’s not even that good.”, my voice shakes as tears well up in my eyes. “Jealous much?” The instant he let out that long dragged out groan, I knew he’d climaxed. Momentarily, the force pushing against my head retreats and sets me free. It was the worst forty five minutes of my life, listening to him make those sounds for someone’s else’s pleasure. While I’m no longer restrained and could practically just run over and drag that bitch by the hair, my feet give out under me and I fall to the ground, bawling my eyes out. I couldn’t bring myself to face him, couldn’t bear him knowing that I’ve finally accepted the truth. I’m truly heartbroken, yet he’s so unfazed. Not even the sound of the water being disturbed as he makes his way out of the tub, could bring me to turn around. From the side of my eyes, I saw his wet feet stop right beside me. Is he still naked? Still hard from getting a prettier girl to do it just the way h