All Chapters of Take me, I am yours: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I completely agree," I reply, still basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. I can't help but admire his physique, and my eyes land on a tattoo on his body – a small footprint wrapped in a blanket. It piques my curiosity, but I know this isn't the right time to ask personal questions.As I lie here, my breathing slowly returns to normal. I find myself replaying what just transpired in my mind. It was entirely unexpected, yet undeniably amazing.It's as if he's a completely different person now compared to how he was before we had sex. I can't recall ever feeling this much pleasure with a man before. I have to admit that I relished the fact that he was in control, dictating my every move. In past experiences, most of my partners have asked me what I wanted and allowed me to take the lead. But this time, it was different. He took charge and pleasured me in ways I had never experienced before."Well, we can't just lie on the kitchen floor all day; I am going to jump in the

I have no romantic feelings for John, not at all. He's like a brother to me. But with Sean, it's different. I feel a strong attraction pulling us together, and I can't stop thinking about him. He's had a transformative effect on me. It's like a switch flipped, and I found my old self again, thanks to him. I know I'm responsible for this mess, but I never told John that I had romantic feelings for him. I never led him on or pretended to like him that way.This situation is complicated. It all started because I went out for my birthday. If I had just skipped it this year, things would be normal and not so messed up. On the other hand, if I had skipped it, I'd still be sitting in my room, hating life and not wanting to live it. I can't risk ruining their relationship with each other. I can't continue living here with John if there's a chance I might run into Sean. I need to distance myself from both of them. The sound of a knock at the door grabs my attention.""Let me in" Beatrice's voi

"I was supposed to marry someone but he was a terrible person. Our relationship became so controlling that he took my phone, checked all my calls and texts before I could, and whenever I answered calls, it had to be on the loudspeaker. I couldn't go anywhere anymore, and eventually, I couldn't even attend university without his permission." I paused to take a sip of my drink, keeping my eyes on him."He would accuse me of things, and it reached a point where I wasn't allowed to have my phone, leave the apartment, or see my family and friends. One night, I managed to escape, and I went to stay with Beatrice. She drove us here, and we stayed in a hospital until we found this apartment. That's why I got so upset when I thought you answered my phone, and why I panicked when you demanded to know where I was." I couldn't share all the details; it's just too much to talk about without breaking down."Did anything else happen?" He asked, pushing for more information, but I can't give him it y

Arriving at the university, we had plans to meet after our classes. While she pretends it's just to walk home together, I know it's because she's being protective, just in case. I can't blame her, especially considering everything we found out last night. If the roles were reversed, I'd probably do the same."Hey, beautiful." I recognised the voice without even looking."Hey, Greg. How are you? You know, you shouldn't be calling me beautiful." I turned to him with a smile."How can I not? It would be rude to ignore your beauty," he replied. He was always flirty but never too pushy. I didn't want him to change."How's your girlfriend? You keep saying she exists, but I've seen no evidence yet. Will she mind you calling me beautiful?" He always claimed to have a girlfriend but never actually had one. It was just something he liked to say."She's coming in two weeks, actually. It would be great if you could meet up with us for a few drinks," he said, grinning. I was quite surprised."Well

"No, you've got it all wrong. It's not like that at all. In the BDSM world, this is what's known as a dungeon." My eyes widened; it didn't look like a dungeon at all."Okay, let me try to explain it differently. When you were a child, you had fantasies about flying to the moon, walking on it, being a racing car driver, and all those crazy things, right?" He looked at me, and I nodded, understanding what he meant. My childhood fantasies changed all the time, so I got that part. But what did it have to do with this place?"There are places for children to play and act out their dreams, like dressing up as an astronaut or a racer, and more. Well, this place is similar but for adults. No money is exchanged here. People can make donations to keep it open, but I don't charge anyone, except for food and drinks." His explanation made some sense, but it was still a bit confusing."Everyone who works here tends to clean and look after the guests, things like that. Everyone else is just guests t