Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

~AidenFor the umpteenth time, I rapped my knuckles against the tall iron gate, the sound bouncing back at me with no answer. A frown tugged at my lips as I double checked the address on my phone.43. But the message said 44.I sighed, shaking my head at my own mistake. First day on the job, and I was already knocking on the wrong door.My name is Aiden, twenty four, top of my class in Economics at a standard university, first class. I wasn’t born with money, but my brains had always been my ticket into rooms I had no business standing in. This was one of those times. I’d been hired by a wealthy woman to tutor her daughter, an eighteen year old who, according to her mother’s polite but urgent tone, needed discipline in her academics.This was supposed to be straightforward. Books, lessons, grades. Nothing else.And yet, as I shifted to face the right house, number 44, its walls gleaming ivory under the afternoon sun, my chest tightened with something that felt like anticipation.Bec

I was still standing there, replaying the sharpness in Freya’s voice, when the woman from earlier came back into view. She moved with a kind of quiet confidence, not the polished elegance of Miss Evelyn or the spoiled strut of Freya, but something more natural.She gave me a small, knowing smile. “Don’t mind her,” she said softly. “She doesn’t like anyone her mother hires.”Her tone carried the weight of someone who had seen this happen before, probably more than once.I nodded, loosening the grip I had on my bag. “Yeah… I figured.”She stepped a little closer and extended her hand politely. “I’m Liana. I take care of the house, cooking, cleaning, making sure things stay in order. If you need anything, you can always ask me.”Her palm was warm against mine, her handshake firm but brief.“Aiden,” I replied, though she already knew my name. “Nice to meet you.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me the way people do when they’re trying to figure out if you’ll last here. Then her lips

“You think you can handle me, tutor?” she hissed, biting her lip, already tugging at my shirt like she wanted to rip it off my skin.“I don’t think,” I growled, pressing her wrists down against the sheets. “I know.”Her laugh was breathless, taunting. “Big words for a boy who couldn’t even keep his cock still when Freya’s ass brushed against him.”She saw that?That made me snap. My hips ground down against her, making her feel the solid weight of me. “You feel that? That’s what’s about to ruin you, Liana.”Her breath hitched, her thighs spreading almost involuntarily. “Then stop talking and do it.”I didn’t slip inside her right away, I wanted to watch her squirm. My hand slid between us, my fingers finding her pussy, circling her clit with a slow, brutal tease. She bucked her hips up, cursing.“Fuck, Aiden, don’t tease me.”“Say please.”“Never.” Her smirk was daring, even as her nails dug into my shoulders.So I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy, hard enough that her breath ri

Her body was still trembling from the last round, sweat gleaming across her chest, strands of hair plastered to her flushed face. She tried to catch her breath, but I wasn’t giving her the chance. Not after the way she looked at me, not after the way she begged.I slid off the bed and stood at the edge, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head toward me. She gasped, her lips parting, her eyes wide as my cock,thick, hard again despite the last release slapped against her cheek.“You’re not done,” I said, my voice rough, commanding. “Open that mouth.”She whimpered, but her lips parted obediently, tongue flicking out to taste me. That sight alone made my cock twitch. I shoved forward without warning, sliding into her mouth, groaning as the wet heat wrapped around me.Her eyes watered instantly as I filled her throat, but I didn’t give her time to adjust. I gripped her hair tight, using her head like a handle, and started thrusting.“Fuck,” I hissed, watching her lips stretch around

“Good,” Miss Evelyn said, as though she’d heard the decision my lips never spoke. “Dinner will be ready in half an hour. You’ll join us. Afterward, the guest room upstairs is yours.”The guest room. It sounded safe enough. Still, I nodded like a schoolboy caught copying notes, clutching my bag tighter than I needed to.I waited in the sitting room, flipping channels on the laughing television just to keep my hands busy. My head wasn’t on the screen though, it was upstairs. I could still picture Freya’s smirk, the way she had looked at me earlier like I was dirt, then something else when I carried her. My chest tightened.“Dinner,” Miss Evelyn’s voice called, breaking the silence.The table was set like something out of a magazine, silverware shining, wine glasses ready, food steaming with the kind of aroma you don’t forget.I sat at the far end, opposite Freya. She stabbed at her salad with her fork without even looking at me.Miss Evelyn carried herself like a queen even at her own