Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lust Caution: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SANDY’s POV It’s been a week since the incident in the girl’s locker room. Seven long days suspended in a fog of silence and stolen glances. And Xander Adams hasn’t deleted the photo. Not that I’ve asked anymore. Not that I want him to because deep down a part of me is secretly thrilled. Every night, like clockwork, he sends me a W******p. No words, no caption, just THAT photo of my naked body frozen under the streaming shower, my face half-turned, wet skin lit by flickering fluorescent light and water running down my breasts like caressing fingers. And the worst of all, that photo shows evidence of me fingering myself. Aihhh…what have I gotten myself into? The straneg thing is, Xander never types anything in the text. He merely sends the same photo on the dot every night. But just the photo alone is enough to remind me of the power he has over me and every night, I lie in bed with my eyes glued to the glow of my phone screen. I should be ashamed, I should be angry even that he

“Oh, I'm not done yet, Sandy. We’re just about to start having fun.”The words, sweet as they seem, send a shiver through me. We’re not done yet? My body unconsciously arches into his touch, my damp thighs rubbing against his pants as he continues to swirl his finger around my cilt. He traces along my skin, a sweet stroke that draws shivers and says hoarsely, “You hurt now, but as soon as I start, that soreness will disappear and you won’t feel anything but good. Do you trust me?”A cry leaves my lips when he does not slow down with his touch, oh how he torments me with sure motions.Worse? His other hand goes into my blouse again, his fingers teasing my now taut nipples. A new wave of need grows until I cannot take it anymore. It crashes over me, causing me to arch farther, to try to escape his fingers but he holds me in place like a prisoner, one hand on my breast, and the other tormenting my pussy.“I’m going to make you come again, Sandy, and this time, I want you to call my name

Salish had never been near any other men besides Liam. They had, after all, been high school sweethearts and she had married him right after they graduated. So to have this smoulderingly handsome and oh so sexy looking Doctor D in such close proximity was something very new to Salish. “Salish, we’re going to have to undress you first.” Salish blinked. “Wha-“ And before she could form a single word in her mouth, Doctor D slid a big warm hand up her thigh. Salish blinked again and stared down at his very tanned hand, feeling his calloused touch dragging along her soft, warm skin. This wasn’t really happening, was it? But it was the heat of his palm and the way his fingertips pressed into her inner thigh that told her this was real. “This blouse and skirt of yours have to go.” Doctor D shifted his torso to brace his other arm against the back of the couch behind her shoulders. It was embarrassing to hear him say this but at the same time, very, very thrilling. Salish’s lips parted

Salish had only ever tasted Liam in her mouth, and no other man.But today, handsome Doctor D was the other man.Salish had no idea how different another man could be. Doctor D’s cock was big, long, hard and lean and he tasted so good in her.But the moment was short-lived for suddenly, Liam pulled out of her, causing Salish to gasp in surprise and let go of Doctor D. The sudden emptiness in both her pussy and mouth left her confused, so much so that she did not understand it when Liam grabbed her by the waist and turns her around, crushing her breasts against the couch.“All the better for us to fuck you with, my dear,” Liam said huskily, his hands still on her waist as he pulled her hips up. Salish sank onto her hands and knees, her back arched so her head was up, just high enough to see Doctor D’s hot, hard dick in its full glory.Doctor D ran his finger across her jawline, a light touch she leaned into. “We won’t hurt you. You’ll be safe, I promise.”The dominance turned her on an

LEANNE’S POVHot steam seeped out of Leanne Summers’ bathroom as she stepped out from under the shower. Her golden blonde hair was wet and plastered to her creamy white skin as water droplets made their way to the tiled floor.Quickly, she fished for her towel and wrapped it around her naked form before tiptoeing to her room. Her phone was ringing.“Hello?” She looked at the clock, it was close to twelve. Madam Lucille almost never called this late.“My dear, we have a new client. He needs an escort asap.”Leanne laughed. “Don’t they all?”“I’ll send his file to you in a minute but I’ll need you to come down from your apartment in twenty minutes. His chauffeur will be picking you up.”“Alright.”Leanne was one of the highest-paid escorts from Madame Lucille’s House of Angels and her clients involved the country’s most powerful and the elite with social circles of billionaires, tycoons and A-list celebrities.She sat herself on her queen-sized bed, feeling the mattress sink slightly un