All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"I imagine it's a hard thing to go through alone. I'm glad you found Jay and that he is so good for you. You two look cute together.""Oh, thank you but I know you are teasing! Jay a whole head shorter than me and me a whole twenty years older!""No, it works for you. Especially with the cute MDLB thing you two have going, it's really adorable. Truly.""Oh..." she said, surprised as she looked back at Jay who looked horrified. She leaned closer to Amelia. "Is it obvious? What am I doing wrong that it's obvious?""Oh, no, it's not. It's not obvious. I'm deaf, so I see more than other people," she whispered. "I see the way he drops his eyes to you and the way... anyway. No one else would notice. Promise.""You're sure? I don't want anyone to think he's... you know. Off.""Not at all. It's a common dynamic.""What are you two whispering about?" Jay asked with a nervous laugh that sounded almost hysterical."Girl things," Amelia smiled. "I like her. Thank you for bringing me someone to ta

Amelia went still as he held her, wondering if he meant now. He didn't move, so she guessed he just meant at some point."Goodnight," he whispered, turning to his side to envelope her in his arms."Night," she answered, sitting enough to take her hearing aids off and set them on the shelf. He let her go enough to do that, then pulled her in close again.Amy was a little ashamed to admit she was disappointed that he hadn't taken her again. She had been excited at the thought of him making her scream for him again. She fell asleep feeling a little unwanted.When he woke her in the morning, he made up for it. He rolled her with a grin and kissed her, waking her up with a gasp as he pulled her underwear off almost roughly. She grabbed for a hearing aid as he angled her body as he kissed her, maneuvering her under him as he shoved her legs wide and reached down to circle his thumb over her clit until she was moaning into his mouth.He pulled back less than an inch. "You want my cock baby?

Luka stepped out where Lee and Alan both had four men on them, pinning them to the ground.Amelia got her first look at Alan and he was Lee twice over again, but younger."Lee Foster. Alan Foster. I call you both to account. You have been stealing club funds for personal use for years. I am guessing since before Per was even gone. You have been not only allowing, but condoning and taking payment for letting outsiders in our borders to deal drugs, weapons and people. Fucking PEOPLE!" Luka raged. "You let people believe your actions were club sanctioned, tying OUR name to this shit.""You are fucking weak, Luka!" Lee yelled. "Soft! You shouldn't be running this club, it could be so much more without you!""It would be less! What you do, that isn't club, Lee. That is just... petty criminal bullshit. No one here needs to go to jail to prove shit. That's not what we are about. We make plenty of money doing what we do. Plenty. There was no reason to go back to the old ways, you are stuck in

Run and Hide: Ships in the night crash into each other.Enjoy**************I can see the headline: "Couple found strangled in paint aisle; home stager suspected."Ace Hoffman's shitty afternoon had bled into the evening, turning his mood sour and sharp. His last appointment of the day was supposed to be a simple design consultation, a first-time evaluation of the home with a list of suggestions. No heavy lifting, in and out in ninety minutes tops.But ninety minutes stretched into four hours, thanks to an unscheduled trip to the paint store and having to mediate two bickering homeowners. They simply would not agree on the colors to paint the rooms of a house that they were selling. With luck, they would only be living in that suburban box for three more months. Yet, every swatch turned into a protracted battle - and Ace was forced to be the patient referee.These people needed marriage counseling more than a home stager. After the twentieth swatch that they held up for the living ro

With that, Paul leaned back and started pumping his cock in and out of Ace's clutching hole.He savored that motion, that insistent, electric movement gaining speed on every pass. Ace could feel every ridge and vein of the invader he welcomed so desperately. And with every thrust, Paul's perfect cock brushed Ace's prostate and sent white sparks bursting behind his closed eyes.The sound of flesh slapping against flesh seemed to keep time with the thumping beat of the dance floor. Ace would never again be able to hear that song without getting hard.The only thing that marred the experience was his view - a dirty dark grey wall instead of those hypnotizing eyes.What he would give to drink in this man's body with his eyes, his hands, his tongue.This one frenzied fuck in Sparks wasn't going to be enough - not nearly enough. Even as he was stubbornly holding back on this orgasm, Ace was already planning future orgasms, ones he wanted to get started on right now. He wanted to live in thi