Empire Of Desire の小説・ストーリー

Cold water ran over her fingers as soap foam clung to her skin. She could hardly believe how her life had turned out. A woman who once stood at the top had become a live-in wife, all to repay a debt of kindness. Now, her hands were soaked in grease and detergent, the sharp scent refusing to fade; the contrast was almost cruel, from power and influence to silence and servitude. Yet her expression remained calm, as if she had long accepted this fate, burying every trace of pride deep within her heart, because today was special. Today marked the third anniversary of her relationship with Alexander, and in five days, their agreement would end.

he replied, his tone resolute. "For the thousandth time, we..." She began, but her words were silenced by a soft kiss that left her stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. This was the second time he had kissed her. As Jimmy deepened the kiss, she felt a rush of sensations, her mind racing to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions. After years of numbness, something within her had ignited. She could not understand why his lips felt so intoxicating, nor why her body refused to push him away. Gradually, her muscles relaxed, her eyelids fluttering shut, and before she realized it, she was kissing him back. The kiss intensified, neither willing to break free until suddenly, a jolt of realization st

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

I use my shirt sleeve to clean the mist from my glasses as she pulls my file up, her nails tapping against the keyboard. “Okay, here we go. Diane Dizon.” “It’s Diane.” She flashes me a tight smile, such a contradiction to her soft, seductive voice. She’s stunningly beautiful her makeup flawless, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder in movie-star smooth waves, but she’s dressed inappropriately, in a tight black dress that barely covers her butt, her fingernails blood-red and clawlike. My Mama would turn her nose up at associating with this woman and remind me never to dress like that if I wanted any respect.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

They only knew her for a name and a warm cup. At night she walked the beach and pressed her palm to her belly. The child slept like a small island. She dreamed of Adrian—not as a titan but as the younger man who once looked at her like the world made sense. In the dream he read a letter and left. She woke with salt in her mouth. Days folded into months. She learned small rhythms: how to mend a shirt, how to make bread, how to make silence a shelter. Sophia called often. “We found investors,” she said. “Quiet money, slow moves.”

I reached out and brushed my fingers lightly along her arm while the dirty words kept pouring out, because the risk of getting caught only made it hotter. “Tell me exactly what you imagine when you touch that virgin cunt at night, Emily, and do not hold back, because I want to hear how wet you get thinking about your boss’s thick cock stretching you open for the first time and teaching you how to suck it deep until you choke and swallow every drop like a filthy little secret we keep from the rest of the world.” Emily shivered, and her voice came out breathy and needy as she whispered her confession, because the innocence was cracking and the hunger was showing through.

He didn't have it in him to walk away unless she asked. Emily knew all too well about the other women. When it started, she was absolutely disgusted by it, but as time went on she couldn't stop asking herself why he never tried to touch her like that, couldn't stop herself from wanting it, wanting him all to herself. She'd betrayed the very man beneath her to have this moment with him and still she wanted it. Tomorrow would come and there would be consequences, but the need was a dirty, ugly storm inside her tonight. Tomorrow wasn't today. Today he was going to show her how he dulled the pain, take away hers.

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I could always see the greed and ambition in their eyes and it pisses me off when they try to pass it as love, it’s so fucking annoying. I have always kept my distance from every girl so I don’t get trapped in their web of lies and deceit, but they just wouldn’t keep off, they keep throwing themselves at me, and that is why I came up with the idea to hide my emotions and pretend to be Arixithymic, but some desperate whores still tried to get to me, desperate whores like that Ariel girl that my parents want me to marry. She keeps clinging to me despite knowing that I am an emotionless guy that can never love her or satisfy their sexual desires. I still don’t know why she so desperately wants