Novel & Cerita Chastity Chores

Claire nodded. Chase shifted his focus to Charlene. “And you too? You know there are cameras in here, right. I see everything. But you going to have to lower it a bit,” Chase said, his voice suddenly lower. “But I’m training her…” “I know, but if she keeps on failing her modules, it’s going to ruin my reputation. We don’t want that. So from now on, she does the chores only after school. She should use the machine for the dishes too. During the morning, she focus on her homework, got it?” Chase asked

“You know it’s not just the Volkov thing. Your grandmother was as tough as they were. You channel her well.” “I know,” she chuckled and lifted the photo of her grandmother off the desk. “She would have been proud of me today but damn I hate this part of my job.” “You’re as much a boss as Edik or Rin and while your operations might be infinitely smaller than theirs, you still protect what you have at all costs. I’m proud of you and I know she would be too.” Chastity sighed, “now let’s get you ready for a date.” Her cell phone rang on her desk and she grimaced. “I’m late. He’s probably outside waiting.”

Mom and Dad were just there, looking as embarrassed as I felt. Chastity didn't seem creeped out or anything. She just stood there blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. "I'm pleased to meet you, Wes." And with that, Grandpa took off to go fetch something he claimed he left in the bedroom. Chastity's eyes fell on me. They sparkled as she made her way over. Her red-bottom heels clicked on the hardwood floor. The girl sure had nice tastes—well, only in fashion, but not in men because my brother was an ass.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

Kiara’s POV Coming back to L. I felt different. Like something had settled inside me during that trip. I felt so refreshed. Sophia had already gone back to her routine—her cartoons, her toys, her little world that is just free. And as for me, I decided to take things slow. Work from home. Just minimal tasks. Nothing serious. Just so I won't be totally off work. I stood in the kitchen, melting chocolate into a bowl, stirring slowly as the rich scent filled the air. With corn in the other bowel. I want to make chocolate popcorn.

she just had to get away first. -Charlotte POV- This house...This house has been my home for all of my life. Somewhere between a castle and a mansion, the pack house was as much a fortified defensive structure as it was a luxurious home. Designed for housing the current Alpha, Beta and their families,as well as all their designated guards and even some of the other pack members as needed, the mansion was also the center of our pack operations and had rooms for all the administrative offices and even a large ballroom that was used for celebrations. Up until I was three years old this place had been my refuge, I had lived a charmed life surrounded by warm loving people who only ever made me fe

“Isn’t Ally about to have another kid?” Gregory’s expression warmed, thoughts of his mate and family clearly consuming him. “Number four, yes. Couple months left.” Chandler let out a low whistle. “So we’ve got two months to wrap this all up with a neat little bow.” “Ideally,” he confirmed. “But right now, the only goal is to mitigate all of Snow Moon’s threats from the inside.” He turned, casting a hard glare over the both of us. “Don’t you two get big headed.”

She stepped back and took my hand and I followed her and the apartment was quiet around us and the Seattle evening was doing its grey thing outside the window and none of that mattered at all. Later, much later, she lay with her head on my chest and I looked at the ceiling of her bedroom while she traced absent patterns on my arm. "Alexander." "Yes." "The foundation board meeting is the first Thursday of August." I laughed. She felt it and made a sound that was almost a laugh too. "Give me until morning before we're back to business," I said. "That's fair." A pause. "The pre-reading for the program. Did you start it?"

“Freya!” --- FREYA Eliza chased me barefoot through the grass, her black dress flapping behind her like a villain in a telenovela. “I will end you if you touch my chickens!” “Oh really?” I grabbed a nearby kitchen ladle and held it like a dagger. “I’ve watched two episodes of MasterChef and I once dated a guy who owned an air fryer. I’m basically qualified.” “You're deranged!” “You’re just mad Fluffy's going in hot oil.”

He felt it of course, curling his fingers until my thighs quivered. “Beg,” He demanded. “Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please daddy, let me finish.” He chuckled, satisfied. He pulled his hand free again, smearing my wetness across my inner thigh. “Not tonight princess. Tonight you’ll understand just who owns you.” The chain around my neck loosened suddenly and the collar slipped into his palm. He pocketed the item, straightening his suit like nothing had happened while I was left trembling against the SUV.