Semua Bab PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Bab 261 - Bab 270

I plunged two fingers so deep into my pussy, gasping as they stretched me open. I was already soaked, and my juices were coating on my fingers and dripping down onto my boss’ leather chair which was just beneath me. The office was so dark and really quiet, and the only source of light was coming from the small desk lamp that was inches away. Everyone else had gone home a couple of hours ago, but I stayed behind, pretending to finish the overdue quarterly report. Meanwhile I was finger fucking myself fantasizing about him_Damien Knoll, the CEO of the company I work for and my boss.He was thirty-eight years and a young, successful business man. He had broad-shoulders that filled the air, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair that always looked perfectly tousled, and those piercing gray eyes that could make me feel completely exposed with just a single glance. He was brilliant, very commanding, and strictly off-limits to me, as his employee. He was the one person in this company I was never

What followed was a kiss that felt nothing like the careful man I saw in meetings every day. Damien’s mouth claimed mine with raw hunger, his tongue sliding deep as one strong hand gripped the back of my neck and the other squeezed my ass, pulling me hard against the thick bulge in his trousers. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers threading through his dark hair, and my body melting against his solid frame.He broke the kiss just long enough to look at me, with those gray eyes of his burning with such intensity . “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Parading around my office in those tight skirts, bending over my desk, teasing me every single day.”Before I could answer, he spun me around and bent me over his massive oak desk. Papers scattered around as he yanked my pencil skirt up around my waist. His fingers hooked into my soaked panties and dragged them down my legs, leaving them tangled around one ankle.“Fuck, look at you,” he murmur

“Ahhh…!!!” I screamed and couldn’t stop shaking from fear. The scream was a long screeching one but it eventually died in my throat as a large, warm hand gently covered my mouth. The Devil…Lucian…stood right in front of me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of my bedroom. He wasn’t threatening me as I expected, instead he looked almost amused, like he had expected exactly this reaction. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice smooth and low, in a deep and husky tone. “You don’t want to wake up your mother, do you?” My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. I nodded quickly, and he slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I took a shaky step back until my legs hit the edge of the bed and I sat down. My nightgown was still bunched up around my thighs, and I could still feel how wet I still was from the dream. Lucian didn’t move close. Instead he just watched me with those glowing eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’ve been calling me for weeks,” he sa

Three days passed after that morning with Lucian, and I thought I was losing my mind.I kept waiting for him to appear out of nowhere again, like last time, but he didn’t. The silence from him only made the ache I felt for him worse, till the point I began touching myself. Every night I lay in bed touching myself, whispering his name, hoping he would hear me. But he stayed away, as if he wanted me to feel exactly how empty I was without him.Then yesterday my mother came home from visiting relatives. She was in a good mood, humming while she cooked and asking me endless questions about how I had been while she was gone. I smiled and answered as normally as I could, but every time she turned her back, my mind drifted to Lucian and to the way he had felt moving inside me, and the way he had whispered filthy things in my ear.It was night and I was still waiting for him. My mother had gone to bed early. Meanwhile I was lying in my room, staring at the ceiling, when the air suddenly grew

Weeks later, 9:00 PM. I stepped out of the cab, my body aching in a way that had nothing to do with emotions—just work. Client after client, satisfying them. I stretched my neck slightly, exhaling as I walked toward my apartment. “God… I’m exhausted,” I muttered, digging into my bag for my keys. Still… I wasn’t complaining, because it pays well. That’s what mattered. I was just about to unlock my door when I heard someone call me. “Hey, Aria.” I froze for a second, then I turned. It was Charles, standing a few steps behind me. I blinked, surprised. “Hey…” He rubbed the back of his neck slightly, like he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted. “Um… I was thinking…” he started, then paused. “Would you maybe want to have dinner with me? I cooked. And… I’d like someone to taste it.” I raised a brow slightly. Someone? Like I’m the only neighbor here. I almost laughed, but instead, I smiled. “Oh, really?” “Yeah.” There was something almost… genuine in the way he said it. “Alright,”