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“Leonardo Hayes,” I repeated, looking at this stranger, before I looked at Alexander, expecting an explanation. When none was given, and he just stared at me with a bored look, I looked back at the stranger. “But you’re supposed to be–”“Out of the country?” he completed, straightening to his full height, and he was almost as tall as Alexander. “That’s what I told Alexander to tell your father.”I looked at this man, at his silver hair that fell just on top of his shoulders, tied on the top, at his black eyes that looked soft, at the crow’s feet beside his eyes that told me he smiled a lot. I looked at his lips, and there was a small smile there. He stood tall, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He looked… young, like he was just approaching fifty. How can a man like this birth a grumpy, non-smiling Alexander?“He took after his mother,” Leonardo said softly, as if reading my mind. He scoffed. “Well, in looks only. His mother smiled, laughed, and cried a lot. Alexander is just hi

His mouth… his mouth was hot. Not just his lips, but his whole mouth felt hot as he kissed–No, not kissed but devoured. Devoured was the right word. He kissed me like he was trying to suck my soul from my mouth. His tongue curled around mine, thick and hot. He pushed his tongue so far down my throat that I could almost feel it in my stomach. My body was frozen, unable to move, unable even to form a proper thought. When my body finally snapped out of it, I pressed my hands on his chest and pushed with all my might. He staggered back, breaking the kiss. I was panting, my chest heaving, my head reeling from what just happened. Still trying to process it. My husband’s father just kissed me. I was kissed by my husband’s father. Did that really happen? Was this a dream? But everything felt too real. My heart was beating too fast. “Oh, Isabella.” I raised my head to see that Leonardo was once again close to me. There was a shine in his eyes, a glint as if he was relishing what he had just

This… this was… I didn’t even know what to make of it. And that was probably because I could barely think. My body betrayed me, and I gave in to the pleasure even though my head was screaming at me to stop, telling me that this was wrong, but I had just been introduced to a whole new world of pleasure. “More,” that was all I could think about. “More. More. More.”More of Alexander’s tongue on my breasts. More of the way it curled around my nipple before it sucked on it. More of the way he sucked my breast into my mouth. The way he grabbed my other breast. The way he cupped it and squeezed it. I need more of the way Leonardo cups my pussy like he didn't want a single drop of my fluid to escape through his fingers. More of the way he rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit. More of his fingers rubbing against my folds, teasing them, parting them. His fingers went back and forth, just ghosting through my entrance, rubbing it before he passed. And… and God, I need more of these me

“This is pathetic,” I thought to myself as I wrapped my fist around my crown and rubbed it. I groaned, my stomach tensing. Really pathetic. The last time I touched myself, I was a boy—a pathetic, overweight boy with a head filled with fantasies, fantasies that would have never come true. And now I was grown and I was stroking my cock to the thought of a woman. And so the pathetic act begins again. I stroked slowly, from crown to base and back again, my foreskin pulling back and precum dripping out every time it did. It wet my dick, and I used it as lubricant, my breath hitching as my hand moved smoothly. While I was doing this pathetic act, there were only two things on my mind: how utterly pathetic this was, and Isabella. I thought of the look in her eyes earlier, and that one tear that dripped out. I thought about what they did to me, how I felt. I wanted to see more, more of her tears. But that wasn’t what filled my head. What did was that utter look of ecstasy. That look that

No matter how many times I told Sophia I didn't want help, she wouldn’t listen. I told her as she gently removed me from the bed and dressed it. I told her as she sorted through my unpacked bags and picked out a dress. I said it as she prepared my bath, dressed me, and did my hair. I kept saying it even as she wowed and said, “Your hair is so thick! I’m going to have fun with it.”And fun she had. “There,” she said as she stepped back, her hands pressed to her chest, her eyes bright. “You’re so beautiful, Madam Isabella.”She said it with such brightness in her voice that I almost believed her. “Please, just Isabella.”She nodded and held my shoulders gently, turning me to the mirror. “Look.”I turned to the mirror, trying to push back Richard’s words from that night out of my head. I faced the mirror, and my eyes widened. “W-what?” I whispered. Sophia has dressed me in a yellow, sunflower dress I never knew I had. My hair was pinned up, away from my face, giving me this new, shar