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SPACE CADETT'S MIGUEL O' HARA MASTERLIST

○ ONE SHOTS:

● Late Night Encounter: being each other's secret has never felt this good.

○ SERIES:

♧Masterlist

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LATE NIGHT ENCOUNTER

Masterlist

WARNING!

● Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

● Sex and strong language

We both know we shouldn't meet here like every damn Friday, we know that being this close is no good. We keep telling each other that we can stop whenever we want and that it's just for fun. Our bodies are compatible, and the chemistry is strong, but there's nothing more. Right? Miguel is a different person on these occasions. He is still authoritarian and bossy, but in a good way, he knows how to push my buttons. It didn't start like this. We never planned for it to end up like this, but things happen in life, and Friday after Friday, we kept meeting, and for the last two moths sex has been at its best.

We should meet at 10 o'clock, but he arrives at least 30 minutes before me, he scans the place making sure it's safe, that no one could disturb us, and also because he doesn't trust me. How could he? I'm a villain. After all, he's a hero. We play our parts perfectly, but it's getting messier week after week. There are so many things we don't tell each other, but I see from his eyes that he wants...more...just like me. We call each other pet names, we play lovers, we enjoy the thrill of being each other's dirty little secret, and only in these moments we are truly free. I'm free from my bad reputation, and he's free from his obligations and strict rules that he imposed on himself. In those moments we are ourselves, I'm a woman meeting a man, he's a man meeting a woman, nothing more. I feel seen, I feel liked, I feel there could be an opportunity for me, that there's more than crimes to commit out there, that I could be more than a thief and a mercenary.

I gawk at him from a nearby rooftop. He's meticulous, maniacally precise, and with his guard up he sets the tent. Miguel's tent is not a regular tent. It might appear as normal from the outside, but on the inside, it's a whole new world. He can recreate any atmosphere from any century he likes or a new environment with its own laws of physics. Inside the tent is way bigger, spacious, and with a perfect atmosphere. After 30 minutes, I decided to join him on the nearby rooftop. I jump from one rooftop to another as a feather, and I smile to myself with anticipation. I land, making little to no noise , but as usual, he notices everything.

"You're one minute late." He says, adjusting the entrance of the tent.

"I should find a way to make it up to you then." I say, getting closer to him.

He turns around, smirking, looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, you definitely should, but I have some plans already." He says, tilting his head. He's in a cheerful mood, more than usual.

"So what landscape have you chosen for tonight?" I ask, stepping closer to the tent.

He takes me by one of my arms and in no time both his hands are on my eyes, preventing me from looking.

"Be patient, I put more effort into creating this one. Took me some days." He says, feeling proud of his own work. His voice is warm and comforting.

"It gotta be special then, I mean, it better be, or I'll leave." I say jocking. He laughs, too. He guides me inside the tent, and in no time, we're in another place outside the boundaries of time and space. It's refreshing as usual.

"It's that the sound of water?" I ask curiously.

"Okay, now you can open your eyes." He instructs me.

My eyes are bombarded with flashes of yellows, oranges, and reds. The beauty of this new landscape is almost overwhelming.

We are standing on a huge flat rock. On our left, there's a four-poster bed in wood elaborately decorated whose sheets are being moved by the perfect wind. All around us, nature decorates every rock. On our right, a waterfall shimmers, reflecting the warm light. There are flowers everywhere, from peonies to white roses.

"Wow! Miguel, this is next level. You've never rendered flowers before." I observe stepping closer to the red dahlias.

He doesn't say anything, but all the stress lines disappear one by one from his forehead. He breathes his heart out, and the tension dissipates from his large shoulders.

"They smell so good." I close my eyes to sniff some other flowers, and their perfume is intoxicating.

"Don't smell them too closely. They're aphrodisiacs, step back." He commands me.

I do as I'm told and step back immediately.

"This place is wonderful. The light feels so real, and the water is just magical!" Everything is so new to me, and I don't think I could ever get used to this.

"I'm glad you like it. Did you eat?" He asks me. Miguel, with one command, removes his suit and remains in deep blue boxers.

"Not yet." I say almost whispering. He gets on top of the bed and places a plate on the clean sheets. On top of the plate, there are some salmon, bred, strawberries, cream, and cheese.

"Come here, have a taste." His eyes are dangerous, his aura intimidating. My heart skips a bit.

He knows that with a life like mine, I barely have time to eat.

I try to play it cool, try never to show the shiest side of me, but my heart makes a dealing noise.

I follow him on top of the bed and deactivate my suit. I never wear underwear since the suit is able to absorb any liquid created from my body and avoid body odour.

He looks at my body, scanning it from head to toes. He bites his lower lip.

"This not enough food for two." I tell him observing the plate.

"No, indeed, this is just for you." He says, moving on the edge of the bed.

I get comfortable on the other side and take one of the many appetisers on the plate.

Miguel keeps his eyes on the sea in front of us, admiring the perpetual sunset in distance. He seems lost in his thoughts and serene at the same time. I eat slowly, careful not to disturb his trance.

I know it's unpolite to stare at someone, but he's so handsome and his profile stunning, I can't help myself.

"I could live here." He says. I look around admiring all the details he had worked on for hours.

"You seem to enjoy creating places like this." I say, licking some cream from one of my fingers.

"At first, I wasn't that amused, but I felt like I had to since we didn't have a place where to...do our things. But then, little by little, I started to enjoy it, more and more." He smiles. Oh God, I could die here, next to him.

"I can tell you seem to put a lot of effort in making all of this real." I finish to eat the last piece of salmon.

"I want you to like them." He says. He rotates his body facing me.

"I love them, Miguel. How could someone ever dislike this?! This is paradise on Earth, and you made it real." I taste one of the strawberries, and I observe that they are seedless, but still they taste amazing.

Miguel reaches for a strawberry and bites a really juicy one. All the juice rolls down his arm, and to prevent further damage, I lick the base of his arm going up up to his wrist. I bite his strawberry as I arrive to his hand.

"You poor boy, you forgot how to eat." I mock him. I try to get closet to his lips with my hand, but he stops my movement, blocking my wrist with one of his veiny hands.

"I got a little too caught up with eating you out." He pushes me so my back is touching the mattress. I bite my lower lip unconsciously while my heart stars pacing.

"Oh, so you wanna play now...mmmh I could play with you." My pearl twitches as I position myself on the bed.

"You need to stay still." His voice is the most pornographic sound ever created.

"Make me." I turn around while rising my ass. I twist my pelvis, sensually teasing him.

"Oh, you naughty girl." He hisses before slapping my left ass cheek.

I involuntarily try to flee a possible second slap on my butt, but he's swift and hold my weist in his his hands.

"No more running. I've waited a whole week for this pussy." He thrusts his clothed member against my now drenched pussy.

My whole body responds, and it's pleasure and torture at the same time. I push my ass back to meet his member, and he curses my name.

I can't help it, it's too good.

But Mr. Righteousness is having none of my games. In one move, he holds me from my parted thighs while standing. My whole body is blocked, and it's impossible for me to move or escape. It doesn't hurt, but I'm so exposed.

I flush immediately, I want to hide my face, but I can't. My hands can't move either.

"I can't move." I whine trying wriggle my way out of his hands.

"This is what a full nelson is used for." He's cocky and proud.

"Dirty sex in a tent?" I ask while my inner thighs sweat for the excitement.

"Add mirror in front of us." He's commanding his A.I, and it obeys.

In no time, a mirror materialises in front of us. I immediately close my eyes, hoping that it will disappear.

"Oh God, I'm too...exposed. Remove it." I want to run away. This is too much.

"You're perfect like this. All open for me."

He lets out an approving hum as he notices the placement of my legs. I'm completely open for him like this, and it only serves to arouse him even more. The staggering election grows even more as I peak from my lashes.

"Open your eyes and look how your legs are spread wide open for me." He mutters, his hands gripping me more firmly.

"Look how that pretty flower of yours is dripping wet for me. I got a damn good view from back here…." This man and that mouth.

"Open these pretty eyes for me." He bounces me in his hold, so I instinctively open my eyes.

He nears his sinful mouth close to my ear.

"You know very well where this is going. Stop trying to fight it and listen to me." I enter a trance where his voice has all the power.

"I will free your hand and I want you to touch that sweet pussy for me." Oh God!

He does as previously anticipated, and in no time, one of my hands is free. I'm paralysed. This has never happened to me before, I'm scared.

"Do you see all that pussy juice going down my cock? Uhm?" I nod. The view of our bodies pressed one against the other is to die for, I can't close my eyes.

"Words." He commands. I look into his eyes in the mirror and melt.

"Yes." I'm breathless, and he hasn't done anything to me yet.

"Mmmh, that's more like it. Touch that sweet pussy for me." I can't resist it anymore. My hand moves close to my exposed sex and I caress it, giving myself a little bit of relief.

"Oh, Miguel!" I moan shamelessly as I touch my clit.

"For being my nemesis, you moan so sweetly, I could get addicted." My eyes move lower, and I see the tip of his clothed member being drenched by my juices. My sight moves back to his eyes, and I sense that he as well is at his limit. I get carried away and moan louder and more frequently as my fingers take over.

"Don't put your fingers inside, that's for my cock only." I convulse inside and outside as his deep voice tingles my brain.

"Give it to me, I need it." My faint voice tries to convince him.

It seems like it had an effect on him. He cammands his A.I, and his boxers disappear.

It's huge. It looks ready to destroy me.

"Put it in, baby." I waste no time, and I bring it inside of me.

He repositioned me in his muscular hands so my arms are blocked again.

The stretch is brutal as his cock accommodates inch after inch inside of me. My body doesn't resist him anymore. It knows who he is, and that is inside of me just to make every fibre of my being viber violently. I can't hold back, I've waited a whole week just for this moment.

"That's it baby, moan for me just like that. I'm gonna fucking stretch you out really good."

"Faster...please." I'm out of my mind, I feel all the pleasure he gives me and I want more.

"Keep going. Just like that. It feels good feeling you stretching me out." I'm loving every minute of this. I need to savour it all because I will have to wait another week for an opportunity like this.

"You like it baby, don't you?! Uh. Feeling my hard cock ruining your pretty pussy, making you all mine?."

"I. Fucking. Love. It." I bounce on his hard cock while he holds me tight in his arms. He keeps going on like this for a few more minutes before he decides to lay me down on the bed. My heartbeat obfuscate my mind, I can barely hear him. All I can think of is wanting him inside of me.

He moves my body so that I'm laying on my back with my legs wide open for him.

Our eyes meet, but neither of us says something. We're both panting like two animals in heath. Suddenly, he kisses me. Our mouths collide, and our tongues intertwine. I don't want to win this clash, so I submit to him letting him decide the pace. His manly hands settle on each of my tights, pushing them further up to my head.

We stop kissing as he aligns his cock with my entrance and slowly penetrates me.

His eyes are back on mine, darkening as he bottoms out. My moans are low as I savour this moment as if it was our last.

"Good girl. Take it just like that, all of it, all the cock I can give you. Just like that baby, just. like. that." His lips are next to my ear, whispering the most sinful words.

I can't take all this pleasure. I can't handle it.

My voice gets louder, my moans more desperate and my eyes head to the back of my head.

I cum, shattering in a million pieces for him.

"So fucking tight, baby. So tight for me. Fuuuckk..."

He grunts, his forehead sweaty, and his body tensed. His eyes are closed, pounding me and ruining me for himself. One last grunt, and he follows me as I impossibly clench around him too overstimulated. His thick cum is so warm and abundantly oozes from me. So warm and sticky.

He doesn't stop and rides our orgasms to an end. My pussy pulses around him as he opens his eyes.

We look at each other and kiss deeply once again.

One hour and two more rounds later, we're swimming in the river beneath the rocks.

After cleaning our bodies in the clean emerald waters, we put our robes on.

I wish life was this sweet all the time.

"Have you considered my offer?" His low voice interrups my contemplating mood.

"I... can't accept it." I try not to look into his intimidating eyes, but I know that he's scowling.

"Why not?" He asks, moving closer to me.

"If I join your team of honourable people, I would definitely be bashed for sleeping with the boss and get fired the first day." I hear him chuckling.

"Besides, I'm only good at what I do, Miguel. There's no saving for me." The mood has changed, but all I've said is the truth.

"Don't talk like that. You're still in time to choose who you want to be. There's always place at our HQ. You're a formidable fighter and tech. Just reconsider it again. Promise me you'll think again about it." His eyes are soft and so the expression on his face. I can't say no to him, but at the same time, I can't make promises I can't keep.

Abruptly, his A.I warns him about some evil genius wreaking havoc in the city centre. He puts his suit on, and so do I. We both exit out of the tent in no time. With a command, the tent folds into a little circular pebble like technological object that he puts closer to his web shooter. It blends perfectly to his device.

The cold breeze of Nueva York hits my nostrils and makes me shiver a little bit.

I feel his eyes on me, so I reciprocate it.

"You're always welcome." He kisses my lips tenderly one last time and flies with his webs towards the chaos.

I move in the opposite direction, flying to my hideout.

I pass five days thinking about Miguel's offer.

Stealing diamonds and metals is not as appealing anymore as it used to. It has become too easy and I'm so bored.

Maybe it's time to move on from this life and give a try to the good side.

Thursday night, I barge into Miguel's office at Alchemax.

He immediately pauses whatever he is watching at his many screens. He stands up, readjusting his pants. It looks like I've caught him red-handed.

I take a better look at the screens, and I realise it's a video of our last encounter. The perv has been filming me all this time.

"I can explain." Bad way to start a sentence.

"Well, well, well, look if it's not my new boss engaging in inappropriate behaviour during work hours." I'm amused to see that his body has missed me just as much as I missed hit. I get closer to him.

"Mmmh, Mr. Morality doesn't play look the part when he's alone, doesn't he?" I tease him some more.

Finally, we're face to face.

"Isn't it inappropriate to wear a skirt this short? I bet you' re not even wearing your panties. Besides, I'm the boss here, and I'm very much a stickler when it comes to rules and dress code." There he is, the Miguel I know.

He moves his hand to my tight, and he goes up and up until he checks for himself that I wear no panties. He smirks devilishly.

I hear the door opening, and I immediately hide under his desk. He decides to sit on his chair to his his erection.

One of his employees talks about something about an "end of the day resume."

I have his clothed member in front of my eyes, and he smells strong and good. Just at the thought of indulging, my mouth waters.

I free his member and get it inside my mouth as soon as I can. He looks under the desk and gives me a stern look.

This is going to be very fun.

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SPACE CADETT'S BALE BRUCE WAYNE MASTERLIST

○ ONE SHOTS

○ SERIES

● Divorcing : After months of suffering and neglect, Reader decides to divorce from husband Bruce Wayne. Will it be that easy?

chapter 1 : The moment to confront husband Bruce Wayne has come,Reader gathers the courage to meet him.

● Dinner Date :

Chapter 1 : Dinner date with new boyfriend Harvey Dent takes a turn when ex boyfriend Bruce Wayne interrupts the soirée.

♧Masterlist

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SPACE CADETT'S ARI LEVINSON MASTERLIST

○ ONE SHOTS

● Girls Night : reader's girls night takes a turn after a really revealing dress puts her in trouble with husband Ari Levinson.

○ SERIES

● Love storm: A story about hotel owner Ari Levinson and a lonely tourist trying to escape a recent heartbreak.

Chapter 1 : Reader arrives at the Hotel Resort after months of trying to forget her ex. What will happen when the Ari Lenvinson approaches her?

Chapter 2 : The many women of Ari Levinson, is reader willing to be one of many? Or is it all a misunderstanding?

Chapter 3 : Should reader stay or leave?

♧Masterlist

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WELCOME TO SPACE CADETT' S BLOG!

My name's Jasmine.

Here, I write sexual fantasies with fictional characters . All female readers are welcomed (I plan on writing gay stories for male readers as well), comments are encouraged, and so are reblogs.

None of my works can be translated into other languages without my permission. Copying my work is strictly prohibited, as stated in the copywrite act.

The images used do not belong to me, and so the characters as well.

These stories might include:

♤ Pet Names

♤ Alcohol Consumption

♤ Smoking cigarettes and/or cigars

♤ Angst

♤ Use of Daddy/Sir/Boss and Mama

♤ Vaginal Sex

♤ Anal Sex

♤ Bondage

♤ Dom/Sub dynamics

♤ Foot Fetish

♤ Manhandling

♤ Hard-core Sexual Intercouses

...The list will be updated...

Disclaimer: I like to write about married couples since I strongly believe in marriage and that sex should be considered a sacred act between two individuals who have found each other, but not all my creations revolve around them.

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○ JAMES BOND:

DANIEL CRAIG'S JAMES BOND: ♡ one shots

○ BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN:

CHRISTIAN BALES' S BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN: ♡one shots ◇series

○ CHRIS EVANS' CHARACTERS

ARI LEVINSON: ♡ one shots ◇ series

STEVE ROGERS/ CAPTAIN AMERICA: ♡ one shots

ANDY BARBER: ♡ one shots

○ SPIDERMAN

MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDERMAN 2099: ♡ one shots

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LOVE STORM

Chapter 3

• (chapter 2 link) • masterlist

WARNING!

● Strong Language

● Masturbation

● Alcohol Consumption

● Smoking

It's one a.m and as always I can't sleep. Why is this burdening me? I constantly overthink, I don't understand why I feel like this. I hate this feeling. And why the hell were they two together? Why didn't he look for me these last three days? Did he even think about me? Do his words have any value? Why invite me to go to the art exhibit if his intention was to give his ticket away? Am I selfish to want him to spend time with me? It has barely been a week since my arrival at the hotel, and since I met him, albeit I want to have him close, I want him around all the time. I... want him all the time.

Yesterday, I saw him swim for the first time. His tanned muscular body was wet, and his slightly hairy chest made me wish I could touch him. I imagine his skin to be rough on the touch, but it gets softer the more you touch it. His hands look strong, and his grip could break a stone in two. I can't deny that I would like to have his masculine hands all over my body, grip on my skin, cage me, and manhandle me a little bit...maybe slap my butt like the characters of the lewd stories I read late at night. Just the thought makes me shiver. Maybe also choke me just a little, put his fingers in my mouth, and then... down there to...my mild flower.

My thoughts become darker more... sexual. My heart is beating so fast up my chest, and all I can think about is him. I wonder how he might tastes with those strawberry lips of his, how good it would feel to be touched by him, how he would fuck me. My hands move on their own. One moves up to my chest, caressing one breast, another one nears my mouth so my index and middle finger can wet themselves with my hot saliva. My eyes are closed as a sensual and primal need invades my veins and fogs my mind. I need him. I want him. It's so embarrassing to admit, but my body is telling me this, every fibre of my being talks and directs all my thoughts to the tall, bearded man. I imagine how his big body would feel over mine, how sweet his weight would push me deeper into this mattress. My two wet fingers move lower, passsing my soft chest, over my belly to my chore. I slowly spread my legs and my sex twitches as I visualise how he would do it to me. With my pinky, I fastly remove my panties, I don't care where they land as I get rid of them. I just need to touch myself to feel that sweet relief brush over me.

Oh, Ari Levinson, what are you doing to me!

My mind has a command for me.

Touch it, touch it, touch it.

It's too late to disobey when I moan at the slightest touch of my puffy button. I caress it playing with it like an instrument, so skillfully and impatient. It feels so good, and the thought of him is so sweet. I want him, I need him. In this moment, I would even settle at the idea of being 'one of his girls' just so I can get intimate with him.

Oh yes! It feels so good!

I visualise him licking me while playing with my nipple. His tongue on my most delicate flesh tasting me and giving that sweet release I crave so much. He's probably really big down there and I know that with just one thrust of his hips he would make me cum immediately. But now I want his lips on mine, I want him to talk to me with his deep voice. I touch myself faster, I feel it I'm so close, just one more lap with my fingers and I cum.

Oh fuck! This is it.

My legs tremble, my torso spasms, but my fingers don't stop. I press my clit and I feel more pleasure I press it again and I'm satiated. This feeling, this ecstasy, this excitement... Haven't felt this alive in a while. So sweet. I smile as the universe shows itself to me. This is better than anything I've ever done before. I'm addicted. My body wants more, my mind is whispering to me to do it one more time, just one more time. Just one more.

A knock on the door gets me back on planet Earth, but the rush is still in me. I'll deal with this later. I try to stir up my night gown before opening the door. It will probably be one of the many employees...

But, as I open the door my torment is ready to speak.

"Hi." I'm about to slam the door when he speaks up again. I just want to hide myself. My heart is beating so fast. I'm scared he might hear it.

"Let me explain." I can't bring myself to look at him. I'm so mortified.

"You have five minutes, not a second more." My voice comes out hoarse, and I attempt to stay mad at him for a little longer.

"I was really upset, in full rage. I gave the ticket to Ntabi since my bad mood would have ruined your day. I didn't give it up because I don't like your presence-"

"Well, your friend is definitely entertaining you, so why even bother to come up here..." I mutter, crossing my arms on my chest. It hurts so bad to remember that I'm not even a choice to him.

"Janine, she... I like to spend time with you, I do, and I want to keep on doing this for as long as you stay here." Why am I not even a choice?

"Why? So I can be 'one of your girls'?" I mock him, rolling my eyes.

"What?!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"I won't join your harem if that's what you're trying -" Good now, I'm pissed.

"Harem?" Why do you look surprised, Ari Levinson? Isn't it an open secret?

"Yeah, I've heard you've got many women." I take a step back.

"Which is a lie. I used to, but I'm in a much better place now. Janine and I are-" I already hate her name.

"I don't care." I'm furious.

"Right. I hope I've apologised properly and that you'll accept my offer to have lunch with me tomorrow by the sea." He leaves after bidding me goodnight. I slam my door. Does he seriously think that I will fall for it again?

Why is he messing up my head? Why can't I just let go? I don't understand. Why do I feel sad seeing him leaving? Was I too harsh on him? I just want to protect myself. These thoughts fill my mind throughout the night. I can barely fall asleep.

As the sun rays enter my room, I groan, hoping to have more time to sleep. I eventually fall asleep at eight o'clock but wake up three hours later. I'm unrequited, and I start to suspect that Ari might be the main cause of my unrestness.

Under the shower, I contemplate the idea of accepting his invitation to today's lunch and I make up my mind seeing this as the only option to end this frustration.

My eyes look swollen, and wearing glasses seems the only option to step out of this room. I wear one of my numerous sundresses, but this one is a soft shade of red with a cute belt to give justice to my figure. Before exiting the door, I spray a little bit of perfume.

As I open the door, I'm startled by one of the many employees who work here.

After the frightening encounter I catch my breath and hear him out.

"Mr. Levinson sent a car to pick you up. The driver is in the hall waiting for you, miss." He simply says.

"Yeah, uhm, thank you." I will probably never forget this encounter and the little ridiculous jump I did when he scared me.

There is a guy that looks like a driver. He is dressed like one, so I introduce myself, and he confirms my thesis.

The ride is silent and lasts about fifteen minutes. The driver is really skilled and a really talkative man. I engage in small conversations with him, and he seems genuine and funny.

From my car window, the water is really fresh and the air smells really good, clean.

I get to the restaurant, the place is really nice with walls of shades of blues and whites and seashells all over it. There are not many people around, and it's easy for me to find him. He's sitting, and the wind caressing his hair makes him look wilder. He's already sitting at a table smoking what looks like a cigarette. I didn't know he smoked cigarettes. I always see him smoking his endless cigars, well when I used to see him at night after dinner.

But Lord, he's so sexy. He sees me. I get closer.

"Got anxious, thought you might have refused my invitation." He speaks as he gets up from his chair. He puts out his cigarette and throws it in the ashtray

He pulls a chair for me to sit. He's not a brute, after all. I sit and adjust on the chair until I'm comfortable.

"Well, I was hungry." I mutter. I don't want to remove my glasses, I'll keep them on. Ari, on the contrary, removes them and tucks them in his pocket of his shirt.

"So you came for the food?" He seems amused. His ocean eyes, I could drown right now.

"And to hear you apologise to me one more time." I enjoy having this little crumb of power he lets me keep.

He smirks. I check the menu, albeit he's fast to interrupt me.

"I took the trouble to order some of the many local specialities. You're gonna love them." There is it, his smile, his beautiful, charming smile. I gulp. Hopefully, he didn't notice.

We have an exquisite lunch with fresh sea food accompanied by some light white wine. We don't talk much, but the silence is not a burden. The sound of the waves is our soundtrack throughout our luchtime together. As I finish eating, I look at the sea, thinking about what might come next.

"Thought all night about you." He wipes his mouth with a white and blue cotton tissue.

I look at him, not sure what to answer.

"Must have been a nuisance." I direct my eyes back to the sea.

"And then I asked myself why would you get mad like that. And the ticket misunderstanding is still not a sufficient reason." I raise my eyebrow finally meeting his eyes.

"Sherlock, you might have fried your brain." I scoff.

"You're jealous." He seems more than sure of this accusation.

"Of whom?" This might be fun.

"Of my phantomatic harem." I try not to drop my mug, but I can't deny that these words have an effect on me.

"Why would I?" I take my glass of wine to drink a little more.

"You want to know what the hype is all about." He's flirtatious with those blue orbs. Two beautiful blue words watching every move of mine.

"No, I don't." I'm so thirsty right now. I press my index's fingernails on my middle one. It usually helps me when it comes to moments like these.

"Yes, you do. You push this strict facade so you can hide the burning fire within you. I heard you last night, moaning so sweetly. I bet everyone heard you." I want to hide in the deepest corner of this world and never come back again. This revelation will be my death. I didn't even realise.. I couldn't imagine I was that loud. Oh God, this toe-curling moment will scar me for the rest of my life.

"Than there's this thing that you do with your finger, you cross them and press your nail in your index cuticle so you can keep lying to me, but mostly to yourself, isn't it?" He keeps on talking, winning over me.

"You've been with only one man, a jack-a-dandy like the many your life of balls and banquets pullulates with." I need to move the focus of our discussion.

"So, are you bashing me for being with just a man?" This will do it.

"On the contrary. Bet he didn't even get the job done, didn't please you enough." This is too much. I can't stay her anymore.

"I'm afraid I don't want to engage myself in this conversation anymore." Abruptly, I get up from my chair and collect my pochette.

He gets up and stops me by gripping my wrist. So this is how his touch feels like.

"Tonight, I'll come to your room and fuck the bon ton out of you." He looks serious, dominant and menacing.

"Are you threatening me, Mr. Levinson?" My voice trembles.

"I'm just telling you our plans for tonight." He's still gripping my wrist. I gulp again.

"And what makes you think that I will give myself to you?" His other hand pushes my shoulder to make me sit down.

I can't seem to find the strength to oppose him. I bite my lower lip.

"You will find no peace in reading, showering, or even horseback riding. You need to be pleased. The light in your room is switched on even at the most ungodly hours, bet you need someone to fuck you to sleep." Hiw cab he say these things with such a straight face?!

"Didn't ask to spy on me." I can't look at him. Not when be talks like that.

"I can't sleep either, you torment me, you're my harrow, the most beautiful sadistic torture nature has ever created. They made you so beautiful and unreachable as a payback for all my wrongdoing." He's a lustful man.

Confessing these perverted thoughts as if they were romantic. How shameless!

"If I'm unreachable, then why even try to get close to me?" My observation seems to strike a nerve.

"For the same reason Icarus tried to reach for the Sun." Man of culture, I see.

"Because you're arrogant?"

"Never denied it. But it's mostly because you lure me."

"Either way, Icarus flew too close to the Sun, fell into the sea, and drowned." I point out.

"I can swim." Smug son of a bitch. I can't deny that it was smooth. He raises a hand, and a waiter comes to our table with the check.

"Here's the check, Mr. Levinson." He takes it and extracts his wallet.

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes, my driver will take you back to the hotel." He gets closer to me. I immediately get up.

"See you tonight, Sunshine. I'm looking forward to it." He kisses one of my cheeks and holds briefly both my hands.

I see him take his walled and check to go to pay for our lunch. One of my palms goes to caress where he has just kissed me.

His lips are so soft and warm. I close my eyes, trying to let this moment last a little long to revive the closeness I just experienced some seconds ago.

What is this man doing to me?!

I get back to the hotel, and just as I'm about to enter the elevator, none other than Janine steps inside.

Why me God? Why do I have to be in your yearly list of strongest soldiers?!

"So, sunshine." She speaks. But who does she think she is to call me that?!

"Not even a week and banging the owner already, uh?! Thought I was a slut, but you girl, you might be the first upperclass whore I see."

I don't answer her provocation. I want nothing to do with this woman, not now nor ever. She smiles at me and then exits the elevator.

The day passes, and I get to see Janine leaving with her luggage as I head to the pool area.

Her and Ari are probably on bad terms and have eneded what they had. I actually don't care...right? Anyway is none of my business.

I read my new book about the local tribes and their traditions. It's fascinating how their knowledge of plants and their varied application was one of the oldest in the world and that the impact they have guaranteed longevity to all the members of the tribes. Their diplomatic capabilities should be studied in schools since it definetly change the way we intend politics.

As I submerge myself more and more in my book and the amazing discoveries tingle my brain, the sun starts to go down, and dinner time is closer second by second.

I have dinner with Ntaka and Siddarth, since Ntabi is at her village.

After dinner, I head to my bedroom, my heart pounds so strongly and loundly in my chest I fear it might explode. Ari could come in one minute or another.

I don't even know if I really want this, I'm scared deep down. But I know that I'd I don't give it a try I might spend another night sleepless night.

A knock in the door wakes me from my thoughts. I brush the palm of my hands on my dress and breathe before opening the door.

"Miss, I have a box for you." It's not Ari, but one of his employees handing me a red box with a pretty white ribbon adorning it.

I thank him, and I wonder who might have sent me this box and what it might contain inside. I delicately drop the box on my bed and attentively remove the cute ribbon. A white letter falls as I open the top and I pick to read it.

'For my Sunshine. See you at eleven eleven.'

It's definitely from Ari. There is no doubt. I inspect the box just to find out that there is a lingerie set in it, a cute red set with stockings and all. I pick up the small thong, and I'm actually surprised how fine it is. Will I fit in this?

I smell the set, and it smells like it has been cleaned. There is a robe as well, and it's...sheer. How can I cover my body with this?!

I leave everything on the bed before I start to pace back and forth in my room. Should I keep going on with this, or should I stop before it even begins?

The set is really beautiful, and this shade of red will look perfect on me, I'm not going to lie. Maybe I should try it, and if I don't like it, I'm just gonna give it back to him. Seems fair, in the end this is a gift for me, it would be unpolite to just discard it without even trying and from the material it looks really expensive.

I start with the stockings carefully not to breach a hole in them, as I finish, I put the thong on in one swift motion. Next, it's time for the corset decorated with small roses. To conclude, I put the sheer robe on and a pair of my most expensive Louboutins.

I check myself in the mirror, careful not to break an ankle.

I've been really harsh with myself in the past, but I have to admit it, I look really good. Ari has good taste. This set hugs my physic perfectly. I turn around on myself, and I get a glimpse of my bottom, I look...good.

Suddenly, the door of my room opens, revealing the Ari Levinson. I check the clock on the wall, and it's eleven eleven. I close my robe, but it's useless he can see everything since it's sheer.

"I-I was just trying it out... I" I don't know why I feel the need to apologise, but I do it nevertheless.

"You look... Incredible. Breathtaking." He gets closer, and as he does so, my desire grows more and more. His eyes are dark, I'm just a prey under his gaze. I feel so small. He goes behind me, I have goosebumps all over my body. He doesn't even touch me, but I'm burning up already. He sniffs my neck and lays his hands on my waist.

"You're still in time to say no to me. Just one word and I'll leave." What is it? He's rubbing his member on me. My panties are getting wet, I've never been this excited ever.

"Or, you can go and lock the door." I'm going crazy.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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LOVE STORM

Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 link)

WARNING!

● Strong language

● Alcohol consumption

● Sex

"Wanna join us?" Ntabi asks him. He just nods, and soon, the three of us are horseback riding through the immense reserve. Ntabi is in front of me and Ari parallel to me. She gives us the full 'north tour', showing us all the different animals, and the peace I feel in this moment is overwhelming.

"All the big cats of the reserve are used to man' s presence, this is why they're not aggressive." She informs me, whiping her forehead with a cotton tissue. Today is really hot, there is no wind and it is easy to sweat. I follow her action too, and I extract my tissue from my pants pocket.

"They're even more majestic up close." I comment captivated by the beauty of the resting animals. Their stomachs are full, and they're taking a nap. We stopped talking after that, I thought there was nothing else to say about anything. Besides, it's very hot. I enjoy horseback riding my way through the reserve while Ari, as silent as he was, he looked concerned. As we arrive at a river, we get off the saddle and let our horses drink a little bit of water before continuing our tour. Ntabi walks next to a three to rest, and Ari, like a snake, gets close to me.

"Look. I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have ruined the moment. You're more sensitive than I thought, and I should have been more cautious with my words." He surprises me with what looks like a sincere apology.

"To try to make it up, I bought tickets to an event. There is an African art collection exhibit downtown. There are going to be many young African artists showing their partings and artifacts. There are more traditional tribal masks, too." He shows me one ticket as a matter of fact.

I look at him, surprised. He is really sorry.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" I take the ticket from his hand. I get a closer look at the colourful paper object.

"Is it working?" He asks, hopeful.

"You're lucky I like art." I roll my eyes playfully.

He smiles softly. I keep on reading the ticket, and it says the collection is in three days. I put the ticket inside my backpack and playfully scoff.

"Lucky me." As he says so I move my horse from him and join Ntabi.

Ten minutes later, our horses march through the reserve following the designated path. There are so many more animals than I initially thought. From up close, they're even more stately and grand. This is paradise on Earth.

I keep on taking pictures of the various animals and of the landscape as well. The minutes pass at an impressive velocity. It's almost dusk, so we decide to turn our heels and head back.

I keep on photographing too focused and hypnotised until a colorful object in the distance caughts my eye.

"What is that?" I question pointing at the colourful structure in distance.

"It's a safe house, just in case something happens and someone gets attacked by an animal, or for when it rains heavily. It happened that the personnel, while checking on some animals, were surprised by a storm and took shelter in one of the safe houses." Ntabi answers my question.

"How many safe houses are there?" I zoom at the object with my camera to see it better. Unfortunately, the resolution is not great.

"Four in total, all in different parts of the reserve. They are positioned respecting the four cardinal points. That one is the north one, and if you turn your head to the right, you can see the south one." I turn my head as she points her finger to the safe houses.

"Did it ever happen that someone got attacked by an animal?" I zoom with my camera at the safe house located in the south.

"Never. The animals got accustomed to the human presence, and they don't attack men. As long as we respect them, they will respect us." She nods.

"I could stay here forever." I exclaim, exhaling.

"How about reading by the pool?" Ari smirks mischievously. He's ready to provoke me.

"Stop making fun of me." I move from him.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you going to the reading by the pool Olympics?" At this question, I roll my eyes.

"You're impossible!" I push him delicately away. He laughs and gets closer to me.

Forty minutes later, we're finally back. Ari and I bid our goodbyes to Siddarth and Ntabi, who want to spend some time alone. Now I'm in Ari's S.U.V checking some of the many pictures I've taken over the course of two hours. He's driving, focusing on the road and fully immersed in his thoughts.

There is peace, so much peace.

We arrive at the hotel. For a strange reason we stay still in the car for a moment.

The air is thick but none of us dares to say something.

"Will I see you at dinner? Don't make me beg you. " He abruptly demands me.

I don't even have the time to answer that someone is knocking at the car window on Ari's side.

He gets off the car and so do I.

She's a woman. He's always surrounded by women.

She's quite tall, on the skinny side, but she's got a lot of curves. She has long blonde hair and a mesmerising smile.

They kissed, and only in this moment I realise I'm holding in a lot of air inside. He looks... surprised by the kiss. His eyes meet mine before I close the car door and head inside.

I don't know how I feel, but I don't like this a little bit. I'm all sweaty, and the heath doesn't cease to hit me. Thank God I drank a lot of water during the day, or I would have probably fainted a while ago.

As I see the green eyed receptionist, I tell her that I would like to order room service, I don't specify what, but seeing me upset, she asks if there is something wrong.

I tell her that I'm okay and that it's just the heat. The African sun doesn't play, though.

"How about you check our menu for today and then call me. I'm at your disposal twenty-four seven, ma'am." She's really kind and professional. I take the menu from her, and I nod, seeing this as the best option. I head to the elevator. However, before the doors close, I see Ari with his new companion clinging on his biceps head over the canteen. In the elevator, I keep my head low, and I start to overthink as always. I can't help myself but wonder who this new woman is. They seem really close. Maybe she is his wife or maybe a girlfriend. Why am I torturing myself like this? I have no business to be... upset... to mind his business...to be so inquisitive. I shake my head, wishing for all these thoughts to abandon my head.

The small sound of the little bell of the elevator alerts me that I've arrived at my floor. The first thing I do as I step in my suite is to take a shower and check the menu to order room service. As I wait for the food, I enjoy the sunset and the orange light invading my room. Not long after my food arrives and as I eat I check some of the pictures I've taken during this long day.

They are all astonishing, some of them are blurred, but the majority are high-quality photos. I smile seeing Ntabi in some of the pictures. She's so photogenic and beautiful. As I keep on checking the pictures, my smile fades. I see Ari in some of them. I look at the screen of my computer like an idiot while munching on some of the delicious fish on my plate. He's in many of the photos I've taken, the photos look great, and I can't bring myself to delete them. As if I wasn't miserable enough, my phone rings, and it's my mom.

I pass a hand through my hair, wanting to rip my scalp off. I breathe deeply for a few seconds before answering the phone.

We talk for a bit, and she gossips about the many scandals happening back home. I listen, not really interested, but at least she's not talking about Charles. She hands the phone some of my aunts at the phone. Aunt Susie is the only one who really understands me. She's more of a mom to me than my own mother could ever be. She has the same rebellious spirit as Joan of Ark. I admire her a lot, and I like to talk with her about all my adventures around the world. We talk on the phone, laughing and missing each other before ending our twenty and more minutes call.

I feel in a better mood. Thanks, Aunt Susie. I finish eating and start one of my favourite childhood movies to relax. The movie has its effect on me. I'm feeling way better now.

At ten p.m. I wash my teeth and pee one last time before going to sleep.

The hours pass, but I can't close my eyes, I'm overthinking as always. It's two a.m. when I decide to head out to walk a little. Walking will probably get me tired sooner. I take the stairs in my nightgown and sleepers. I hold my book with a hand. My feet come to a halt. A door of the many rooms opens up revealing Ari with a towel on his waist and his hair pushed back. Looks like he took a shower, but I bet that room is not the one he sleeps in every night.

"Are you leaving already?" It's the voice of the same woman that kissed him to ask this question. She comes up and massages his shoulders before leaning on his back with her head.

"You could stay, just this time." She tries to convince him.

"You know I never stay the night. Be good and go back to sleep." He dismissed her to no avail.

"It's okay, we don't have to fuck again. We could..."

"That's what we do, Janine we're not lovers." He interrupts her.

" I know but, why call me if you don't fuck me?"

"I didn't call you this week. You decided to come here by yourself." He sounds bothered.

"Can you remember me your whore calendar? When is the day you fuck the French girls, when is the day you fuck the Japanese ones, when is the day you fuck me?" She sounds irritated but she tries to play it cool.

"Janine, calm down, alright?!" He raises his voice slightly.

"The girl that was in your car, did you fuck her?" She's referring to me. My heart beats really fast, and I take a step back, hoping that none of them can see me.

"What?!"

"She's really pretty. You couldn't keep your eyes to yourself when she went back inside, I mean, I understand you her ass was jiggling while she was walking. You like innocent looking ones, don't you?!"

What did she just say?! Why do I have to be tied up in matters that I want no business being in?!

"What does she have to do with all of this?" On of his hands passes through his hair.

"You called her name while fucking me. And I know it because I know all you other girls and none of them is called-" He interrups her again.

"Would you lower your voice?!"

"Don't you think that's unfair to me? Didn't I keep you company when your wife left you? Have a little bit of respect!" She scoffs and puts quickly something on before running down the stairs.

Ari puts his hands in his hair and looks stressed.

I head back to my room. I don't know what to think.

Lately, the days have passed quickly, and the art expo is today. I haven't seen Ari in a while, and Ntabi has been really busy at the reserve. I finished my book and headed downtown to buy a new dress, but I don't know if I wanna go to the museum or stay in my room.

It's three p.m. my land-line rings, and I lazily answer. It's Ntabi asking me if I can get ready in five to go to the art expo. She also informs me that Ari gave her his ticket.

Why would he do something like that? I don't care, I don't wanna know. Maybe 'one of his girls' is coming over.

The art exhibition is amazing, something I've never seen before and definitely out of the eurocentric conception of the idea of timeless and impactfful. We have the opportunity to meet some of the artists and spend some words with them. I come to find out that one of them, Ntaka, is Ntabi's twin brother. Ntaka creates art to concretize some of the dreams he has. His statues are captivating and out of this world. It's easy to read the influence of Dalí and Jean-Michele Basquiat and of his own beautiful country that keeps on amazing me day after day.

After the exhibit, we head to the hotel. Ari's hotel offered the opportunity to hold the after exhibit party, but he's nowhere to be found.

A young man takes the opportunity to talk on his behalf, adding that ' Mr. Levinson will join us later on this even'.

"He's probably at the village." Ntabi tells her twin brother.

"Baba told me they're building a new hospital, but the French have their mines not far from the village. Ari will definitely stand up against the new coloniasts." Ntaka deeply admires Ari.

"Shame he didn't want to come to the exhibit. He must have been tired after fighting with his woman all night." Ntabi shakes her head in disapproval. So that's it, he didn't want to come with me. After all, I was the reason he fought with 'his woman' some nights ago. Didn't hear them fight last night, I fell asleep pretty quickly, though.

"Which one?" Siddarth inserts himself into the conversation and hugs Ntabi from behind. They hug, and I say hi to him, too, just like Ntaka.

So it's all an open secret. Ari's got many women, like a harem of women ready to please him.

"I'll go take a glass of champagne." I need to breathe, I shouldn't get worked up by all of this. Why do I even care about what or who he does. I should focus on keeping my shit together in my own life instead of other people's.

As I think about stopping to think, I suddenly bump into someone.

Fuck my life.

I don't even recognise him dressed in an elegant tuxedo. He looks really good in it and blue is definitely his colour, and...his eyes... and his pink lips... and...

"Duchess." He looks surprised, too. Why does he have to smell this good all the time? I get back to my composure. I can't let this man have his way with me.

"Next time, if you don't want to come with me, be man enough to tell me yourself." I bark irritated. I can't believe these words just exited my mouth. But it's what I think.

"It's not like that. I had a few things to take care of." Janine, gets close and caresses his arm.

"I see, and I've heard." I head back to Ntabi and the others.

"Ari, it's show time." She seductively says to him.

I just hope this night is not ruined, but as Ari gets on the stage, I just can't take it anymore and head out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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LOVE STORM

CHAPTER 1

(Chapter 2)

WARNING!

● Alcohol consumption

● Smoking

"7th floor, ivory suite. Here's you key ma'am." A green eyed receptionist hands me the key to my suite. I try to keep a smiling face while deep down inside I'm really tired, and I just want to rest.

"Thank you." I respond politely while placing the key in the pocket of my sun dress.

"You're welcome, ma'am." They young lady says before welcoming the next person in line after me. I head with my luggage to the closest elevator. My hair probably looks a mess, but in my defence, I've travelled for nine hours to get here from Egypt, my previous destination.

As I get close to the elevator, panic rises in me, and as I step closer, I can read a white paper sign saying that it's out of service. I huff annoyed. I turn around trying to see if the other two elevators have the same sign on it, and unfortunately for me, they're all out of service.

"Oh God, all these bags and an elevator of no use." I mumble to myself. As I'm ready to descend in my discomfort, a warm and low voice talks to me.

"Can I help you?" A tall man asks me with a full beard and in desperate need of a haircut. I'm about to say that he shouldn't worry and that I can manage to bring my stuff up to my floor, but the familiar voice of the receptionist nears us to prevent me from speaking further.

"Mr. Levinson, sir, I've already called the porter, and he will manage all this luggage." She says respectfully to the tall man.

"No need, I can help our miss here. Ivory suite?" He responds before the girl steps aside and heads back to her seat to welcome more guests.

"Yeah. Uhm... There's no need I can manage." He doesn't even listen to me. He's able to take all my stuff and head to the stairs.

"This way, follow me." I follow after him. We stay in silence for a while as the many stairs start to shorten my breath. I'm so out of shape, and cardio is definitely not my go-to thing when I work out.

"Thank you for helping me out, sir." I mutter, keeping on following him

"It's my job to keep the place in function. What kind of owner would I be if I didn't take matters in my own hand?" He shrugs. Even under his casual attire, I can detect his muscles, and he looks really strong.

"Oh, you're the owner." I exclaim, not expecting this man out of anyone here to be the owner of the hotel. He's definitely different from the others I've seen during all my travels across the globe.

"Don't I look like one?" That under his full beard look like a smile, so I reciprocate it.

"You're kind of...unorthodox." I try to find a kind word to not accidentally offend him.

"Oh, I'm unorthodox. Might be the African sun." He keeps on moving at the same pace while I slow down a little.

"Yeah. Uhm, how many stairs are left to the suite?" I ask after collecting all the breath I still got left in my lungs.

"About 150 stairs, we're just on the third floor." I feel like fainting after hearing that. I regret my decision to be a fashionista and wear these painful heels.

"Oh my!" I exclaim while I can taste a metallic aroma in my mouth. Damn me for not exercising more frequently.

"Don't worry, it will be worth it. Your suite has the most beautiful view." As if! That's the bare minimum. After all these stairs, I really expect a golden suite.

"Thank God at least one consolation." Even if I'm out of breath, my cynism can't be tamed.

"What is a fancy lady like you doing here?" He asks, almost concerned. He turns back to look at me. He's probably heard me wheezing. I try to look as normal as possible, but the sweat travelling down my forehead is betraying me.

"Just travelling the world." I try, invain, to sound as casual as possible.

"Do you have an itinerary in mind?" He's really good at small talk. I don't expect him to be really interested in what I do anyway.

"I go where my heart directs me." I try to be funny, but it seems like it doesn't work. He's still serious.

"Really poetic. Must be really hard travelling with a broken heart all alone." I stop immediately all my movements, and after a few steps, he stops as well. He turns around and smiles tenderly.

"I... how do you know?" I ask, frowning.

"You're not the first woman coming here ready to isolate herself." He starts walking again.

"I'm not isolating myself...I just want to solo travel." I want to minimise my pain and struggle to move on by reducing all these months of solitude and agony to nothing important.

"Hm." He simply responds with his deep voice. He doesn't sound convinced by my words.

"And what is man like you doing here, where the sun makes people faint like leafs?" I want to divert the conversation to more light matters and definitely none that concern me.

"I'm following my heart, too." That's a response that I didn't expect. This man is a mystery.

"You were heartbroken and suddenly decided to open a hotel?" I ask, chucking.

"Pretty much." He sounds sad for a moment.

"Well, maybe I should open a hotel too since I'm here." I try to lighten the mood. He starts walking again and I do it too.

"How long will I have the honour to be your host?

"I don't know, maybe five days maybe two weeks." I don't mean to sound vague, but this is my reality. This is how it is.

"Hm." I'm starting to hate this sound he makes. It's so confusing. What does that even mean?!

"Are we there yet?" I whine while my poor feet get sore more and more.

"One more ramp." He says. I trust him. Hopefully, I don't faint.

I guess I can do it. Just one more ramp. Just one more.

"Alright, we're here, duchess. " He announces before putting down all my luggage.

"Oh, thank goodness! Thank you too for bringing my bags." I say stepping out of my heels as I can't take this pain anymore.

"The technician is on his way to repair the elevators. By tonight, everything will be properly functioning." He informs me. I extract the key to my suite out of my sundress's pocket.

"Thank you, Mr Levinson." I extend my hand for him to shake.

"Please just Ari, miss?" He's shakes my hands smiling softly.

I tell him my full name, and he just looks at me as he repeats it. He's really handsome, and he looks like a really hard-working man, too.

"Alright, Ari, thank you." I open the door as he turns back to leave.

"This dinner...be my guest." He says with his hands burried in his pockets.

"Oh, I thought of ordering room service." I respond, hoping not to sound unpolite or disrespectful.

"I'll wait for you whether you come or not. Eight p.m sharp. I'll be in the hall." He leaves, and I have no time to formulate a sentence.

I enter the suite, and I can definitely see how all that pain my poor feet endured was worth it. The room is beautiful, and the smell of clean sheets hits my nose. I inhale all the lavender perfume and exhale relaxing my muscles. I explore the room, and all the small details like the African traditional masks and paintings on the wall that make it unique and refreshing.

Mr Levinson, I mean Ari was right. The view from the immense glass wall is amazing. Nature all around, and I can see a portion of the immense animal reserve.

I take out of my luggage a few things so I can take a shower and sleep for the rest of the day. After showering with cold water, and as I'm about to close my eyes and rest, my phone rings. It's my mother. I answer the phone telling her that I'm alright and that even if the flight was long, I just arrived at my new destination. She sounds happy, but as soon as she begs me to come go back home, I get irritated and try to end the phone call under the pretext of some connection problems. She believes me, and we end the conversation before starting to fight again. I fall asleep in no time. And when I wake up, I can see the golden light of the sun get golden, and it's about to set below the horizon. I ask myself what shoukd I order for room service, but suddenly Ari pops up in my head and for a moment I consider accepting his invite for dinner. After all, meeting new people instead of being alone sounds better. I get dressed uo quickly. I do my makeup as naturally as possible. I wear a dark green sun dress with a back cut out, wear brown sandals and my black pochette. I take my phone and key and head out to the closest elevator. It seems like the technician has repaired it like Ari said.

He's in the hall, wearing a beige outfit. From the fabric, it seems like linen. I get closer to him.

He smirks.

"Happy to see me?" I ask him.

"Arrogant, aren't you duchess?"

"Couldn't help it." He smiles, showing me his beautiful pearly white teeth.

He's even more handsome. God I could faint.

I follow after him as we arrive in the big dining room. Many guests are eating, and some are congratulating Ari or stopping him for small talks. We arrive at a table decorated with white roses. There are many people sitting, and I start to get nervous.

"Um, I didn't know you've invited all these people." I say, getting anxious.

"Were are you expecting a date?" He mocks me.

"N-no, I'm... just awkward." I admit.

"You're as beautiful as the African sunrise." He whispers to my ear. I flush at the compliment, but I'm brought back to planet Earth as he says my name and introduces me to the other guests. The evening goes on with small talks being exchanged among the guests. Ari seems like the glue that keeps all these people together. He's outspoken, intelligent, and funny without even trying. He captivates everyone around him with his charm and persona. I eat in silence, listening to the conversation being exchanged around me.

"Any plans for tomorrow?" He suddenly asks me.

"Reading by the pool?" I answer before sipping some water from my glass.

"Is that even a plan?" He raises an eyebrow.

"It's what I've done in all my travels. I've visited the historic sites, and the other days, I was just by pool and reading. And vice versa. " I mutter, going down memory lane.

"Where have you been?" He gets closer with his body while still sitting on his chair next to me.

"I've visited Province in southern France, I went to Chianti, Italy, then I stayed in Casablanca, flew to Santorini, visited Ethiopia and Egypt before coming here." I answer.

"One hell of a ride. Did you enjoy your solitude so far?" He drinks a little bit of wine.

"I loved the wine that for sure." I chuckle.

"Do you like wine?" He raises an eyebrow inquisitive.

"I'm some kind of connaisseur myself." I'm almost offended that I don't look like an expert.

"Oh, are you pretty one?! It's your lucky day, well, night. I've got some new wines imported from both France and Italy. I would like to see a connoisseur at work." He moves his chair closer to mine.

"Do you want me to taste your most expensive wine?" I ask as if I I'm unworthy of such opportunity.

"Yeah, I want you to taste my expensive wine. And if you don't like it, I've got some fancy champagne as well." He smirks. Why do I have a feeling that being close to him gets my body all tingly?

"I actually wouldn't mind a glass of champagne right now." I admit.

Suddenly, he raises from his chair and holds out his hand. I look at him for a second before finally taking his hand.

"Your wish, my command, ma'am. Follow me?" I nod, not sure about what's next. He apologises to the other guests and we go back to the hall.

"Diana, I'd like some of the best champagne we've got." He says after stopping a waitress busy holding a serving tray.

"Of course, sir. I'll call Dennis." The young woman says, hurrying up.

We head next to the swimming pool outdoors. He moves a chair for me to sit while I admire some catalogue on the table.

"Let's sit and wait, then, shall we?"

"Yeah" I nod before sitting down.

For a moment, everything is quiet, and some of the negative thoughts start to slip their way into my head. For a moment, I see Charles' face, and I feel like a candle burnung out.

"You have pretty sad eyes. That person you suffer so much for has really broken you." He reads me as if I am an open book. I thought I was careful enough not to show my darkest emotions to anyone.

"How could you blame me? He was my fiancé." I almost feel something crowl under my sking. It still gives me this effect even after all these months.

A young man brings us champagne with too glasses that he positions on the table. He also delivers some metal housing to the owner. He opens it, and it's a half smoked sigar. He lights it up and starts to smoke it. It doesn't bother me. In effect, it has the opposite effect on me. I'm even more attracted to him.

"Thank you, Dennis." Ari smiles at the young man before he bows with respect and leaves.

"What has he done to break you?" He pours some champagne into my glass while with the other hand he holds his cigar.

"He cheated on me the day after he proposed." I take the glass he offers me and sip it all. Without doubt, the best champagne I've ever tasted in my life and that probably I will ever taste. It's sweet and perfect.

"That's low." He says darkly.

"Yeah. The problem is that he was cheating from the beginning." I fill my glass to then drink it all again.

"I'm happy you chose yourself, though." He sips his champagne calmly.

"Some women decide to stay no matter what, but you left." He looks at the beautiful sky in distance.

"Well, how could I even look at someone like that in the eyes?! Besides, I would have never forgiven myself if I had stayed by his side. I'm not my mom." I whisper more to myself than to him.

"You're a pretty woman. You will have no problem finding someone right for you." He looks at me with tender eyes.

"He's all I've ever known." I chuckle dryly.

"He was your first love?" He sounds surprised.

"Yeah. We grew up together, after all." I look into my glass, letting myself get hypnotised by all the small bubbles in it.

"How did your family take the news?" I still feel his eyes on me.

"My mom begged me not to break up with him. She calls me every day, hoping I go back home to get married. My dad is out of the picture, haven't talked to him in years." I spill all the truth as if all my inhibitions are off. It's definitely this champagne.

"I'm sorry to hear this." He purses his lips.

"Don't be. He wasn't a good father." The mood has changed. And it's all my fault. I have to go, I can't stay. I get up immediately and bid him goodbye before going back to my room. As I arrive at the hall, some of the guests that were sitting with us recognise me and wish me a good night. I do the same. I arrive at my suite and let myself fall on top of the soft bed. I do what I can not to cry, but my tears have a mind on their own, and they slide one after one on my face. I just hope this night will be long and nice.

In the morning I order room service. After remembering what happened last night, I feel the need to apologise to Ari, but something refrains me from doing it, maybe my fear that he might pity me.

I read in my room, hoping that one of the many heroines I read about is going through the same emotions that are tormenting me right now. I stay in my room the entire day, but at dusk, I head to the pool to read a little more and maybe swim.

No one is swimming, and there are only two couples heading out of the pool area.

I lay on a lounge, and as I'm about to open my book, I hear a voice close to me.

"Already embracing your traditions?" Ari seems in a teasing mood.

"You have too much free time. Don't you have one of those boring and endless meetings to attend?" I asks him as he sits next to me on the other lounge.

"Had a couple of those this morning." He smiles softly.

"Are you getting ready for a new one?" I look at my book.

"I'm heading to the reserve. An elefant is pregnant, and today it might be the day." As he says this, I look at him, hoping that he's not kidding me. He looks sincere.

"Can I come with you?" I ask. I don't really care for his answer. Whether he likes it or not, I'm going with him.

"Thought you wanted to engage in your favourite hobby." I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"Can you be ready in ten?" He smiles, showing his pearly white teeth.

"Yep. Be right back." I rush to the elevator.

In no time, I'm ready. I'm so happy I brought my expensive camera with me.

He's waiting for me in the hall. He's talking to a woman he seems close with. The way she's leaning towards him tells me that they know each other.

"Here she is." Says Ari. As I get closer, I recognise the woman's face. Her name's Ntabi. She was at the dinner table last night. She was one of the few polite women I exchanged some words with.

She hugs me all cheerfully. I'm taken back, but she smells really good, so I relax and hug her back.

Her smile bright like ivory and her eyes shiny like a million lights.

In the car, I sit back, while Ntabi takes the driver's seat, and Ari seats next to her.

We chit chat a little bit and and I come to find out that the elephant about to give birth is called Raafi.

"Raafi is the oldest elefant in our reserve. When we found out she was pregnant, we thought it was a miracle. Elefants, unlike some of us humans, don't mate in the last part of their lives." Ari explains to me since Ntabi knows already it all, and works at the reserve.

"Have you already chosen a name?" I ask while photographing the beautiful landscape that surrounds us.

"Siddarth, our best zoologist, has probably chosen one." He informs me.

Suddenly, a phone call interrups our small talk. Ari answers the phone immediately.

"We're on our way." He simply responds before ending the call.

He then turns back to me and informs me that the contraptions are more frequent and that in no time, she will give birth.

"Are we almost there?" I whine not wanting to miss the moment.

"Not even five minutes away." Ntabi comforts me.

"I don't want to lose this for nothing in the world." I mumble while my heartbeat increases. I'm so excited.

"Didn't think of you as an animal lover." Ari as always has his own way to tease me.

"You'd be surprised to see all the animals in my farm back home. I have many dogs, various cats, donkeys, ducks, and lambs, you name it." I say while raising my chin high with pride.

"My bad for judging a book by its cover." He raises his hands as if to announce defeat.

"What is the idea that you have of me?" I ask, shocked.

"Spoiled little thing trying to flee her lifetime of privileges. Ntabi, you must know that our duchess in the back seat comes from the upper class." Ntabi, my new best friend, defends me and supports me.

"Wow. That was really unkind of you." I say while he chuckles.

"You should be glad I showed you some mercy." I shake my head as he scoffs.

"Thank you for sparing me then." Ntabi chuckles, and I smile too.

"What's the idea that you have of me?" He demands curious.

"Tall, unorthodox hotel owner." I try to remain as vague as possible. I don't want his to know what I think of him. He won't have this privilege.

"Fair enough. I think that's all I am." He shredders his shoulders.

"I'd be disappointed if this was all you are." I mumble more to myself than to him.

"We're here!" Ntabi kills the engine, and we all get out of the car.

A young man comes rushing and signs us to hurry up.

He leads the way to the three of us. We finally arrive in a small room with many floor to ceiling windows. The elephant, Raafi, seems in pain. She's outside surrendered by a team of experts.

We stay there standing for twenty minutes without saying anything, but my heart beats so fast and my palms starts to get sweaty.

"It's a girl!" A woman exclaims, and we all cheer at news. The team of vets takes care of the little elephant who is already capable of walking. I take a picture, and I can't stop smiling. In this moment I'm really really happy.

Later, we move to a bar located in an elevated zone from when we can see all the different animals. There are giraffes, many kinds of birds, lions, panthers, and so much more. The sunset makes it all more poetic. I haven't felt this good in a while. I take many pictures being inspired by the beauty of nature.

The three of us sit down, and soon I'm introduced to the main zoologist and coordinator of Raafi' s delivery, Siddarth, man with some white hair here and there. He's quite short but nevertheless wise.

"How are you going to name her?" I ask while drinking some water. From up there, we can see all the elephants being curious about the new arrival.

"Ekam." Siddarth responds after drinking some juice.

"She's really beautiful." I say sincerely.

"Ekam means unity." Ari whispers to me. We're sitting next to each other.

"In what language?" I ask curious, hoping to call his bluff.

"Sanscrit." He responds as he puts a pair of sun glasses on.

"Do you know sanscrit?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well, I was an anthropologist." I look at Ntabi hoping she could give me a hint of whether this man is serious or not, but she's too captivated by the sunset.

"Are you serious?" I question him scowling.

"Am I the type to crack jokes?" He asks me entitled.

"I don't know you tell me." He's so close now that our shoulder brush one against another.

He chuckles and I smile like an idiot.

"But yeah, I was an anthropologist. I've studied ancient languages too." He admits.

"So there is more to add on our list of the Ari persona. Tall, unorthodox, former anthropologist hotel owner." His skin is golden, and it feels like we're the only two people on Earth. And when he smiles again at me, I melt. I can't stand his beauty, so I turn around looking for something to focus on.

Suddenly, Siddarth gets up from his chair and gets close to the bannister and leans on it.

"She's really healthy and strong. Ekam will probably be the matriarch and replace her mother." He says more to himself than to us.

"She's the cutest elefant I've ever seen." Ntabi comments getting close to Siddarth.

"Yeah, she's awesome!" Ntabi and Siddarth get closer and closer and discuss the other animals in the reserve.

"I don't know much about elephants, but is it true that in the last stage of their lives, they return where they were born?" I ask Ari, hoping he would answer my question even if he's not a zoologist.

"Yes, indeed. Raafi was born here and has returned to give birth and die. Her time will soon come." He says, adjusting his glasses on his nose bridge.

"Do you see that tree over there?" He asks me, pointing a tree not that far from our position.

I direct my eyes to where he's pointing.

"Yes, the one whose branches are touching the ground?" I ask him.

"Exactly. When the day comes, Raafi will go under its branches and reunite with her ancestors." He explains.

"It's the circle of life." Says Siddarth sitting back on his chair.

"Do all the elephants in the reserve go there to die?" My curiosity is on the next level even if I don'treally wanna know the answer.

"Yes, the all do." Siddarth informs me before talking again.

"There is a legend that says that the first elephants of the reserve died under that exact tree. It was a really young elephant, and when the family of the poor being had to migrate south, its mother cried golden tears. Mother Nature heard the poor elephant crying and promised to keep its body away from vultures. She commanded the tree to cover with his branches the body of the young elephant. So now they all go there to die to reconnect with it." Siddarth pitches the bridge of his nose and adjusts his glasses.

"I don't want her to die. She has just become a mother." I mutter. The realisation that such a gentle animal will soon be just a memory makes me really sad. Uncomfortable, to be honest.

"This is how things are supposed to be. We're all gonna die sooner or later. We will all become food for the warms underground if we're lucky or vultures for those of us who will not be buried. You should just accept it and not get attached." Ari has no words to comfort me with. I don't even know if he even has a slight notion of such concept.

"That's cruel to say Ari." I scoff holding my tears.

"It's life, sunshine." God, I'm so pissed off now. Thanks, Ari Levinson.

"We have many animals miss, you should come one of these days and visit our reserve." Siddarth tries to distract me from the negative thoughts that Ari has bombarded my mind with.

"Thank you." I smile, hoping that no one has noticed my mood change.

"Please be mine and Ntabi' s guest for this dinner." What I suspected was true. There is something going on between Siddarth and Ntabi. The way they look at each other has no other way of interpretation if not with love and affection.

The evening passes, and the sun goes down. I have the chance to take some pictures and I take advantage of it. At dinner, we all reunite around one of the biggest tables at the bar. Siddarth's team joins us too, and we all enjoy a nice soirée.

After dinner, Ntabi and I take a walk and talk mostly about the animals and the tour she offered me to take tomorrow. I accept her offer. Later on, we go back to the hotel, and I go to sleep before the others. I don't exchange more words with Ari, I have nothing to say to him. With the excuse that I stayed too much in the Sun and that I want to rest and preserve my energies for tomorrow's tour, I go to bed.

Today, I spend all the morning checking the pictures that I took yesterday. They're all amazing, and I think I got a little carried away since I've taken about four hundred. After lunch, Ntabi and I head to the reserve. There are many tourists, I didn't expect all these people to be here, especially at this time of the day when it's so hot. So we decide to pay a visit to the lion's cubs that the zoologist are keeping under watch to be sure their injuries can heal as soon as possible. We play with the cubs, and as the tourists start to leave the reserve, we can finally have access to some of the few horses.

As I'm about to saddle up, I feel a hand on my back, making sure I don't fall. Who else, if not Ari Levinson. As I look at him, he's biting his lower lip. Maybe he wants to say something.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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GIRLS NIGHT

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WARNING!

● Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

● Strong language ahead.

● Alcohol consumption.

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While putting on my favourite gold earrings, I momentarily gaze at the clock on the opposite wall. It's 6 p.m. Not bad, I'm not late yet, I still have a little bit of time to finish some touch-ups and head out. I like the way I'm dressed. It's really sexy but still leaves something to the imagination. Even if I have a husband, I still wanna feel sexy and hot. Besides, I'm young and free, and it would be a waste to cover all the progress and the amazing results I've been working on for months. Hitting the gym was a great idea, and working out makes me forget about all the stress I have due to work. I look again at myself in the mirror. The make-up is natural and glittery, my little black dress elegant but still really provocative. The hills are not too high, nevertheless, I can feel that they're not that comfortable and that probably, I'm going to spend the majority of my girls' night sitting and looking pretty. Carefully, I head downstairs, praying not to break an ankle or a whole leg. At the second round of stairs, I decide to take my heels off since I need to be fast and finish dinner for my husband. I ran up the stairs and put on my flip flops. I head down the stairs again and position the pair next to the entrance of our home. I go to check the oven, and I can smell that the lasagna I prepared is really invitating. I turn off the oven and let the lasagna cool down.

I look at my watch and it's 6:15 p.m. I still have time, I think. The table is prepared so, when Ari will be hungry he will just sit down and eat.

Since there is some time left, I head to our basement, where he is working on a wood boat. He spends his days and night there carefully mastering his skills. The perfume of wood, tobacco, and Jack Deniels mixed with testosterone hit my nose. We agreed we would wait until the boat is completed to try and have kids. He said he wanted our baby to have a small boat for when we go to the sea side. I found him sitting on a chair close to the huge table. Between his lips, a cigar, and in his hand, a glass with a little bit of red wine. He knows how to handle his alcohol, but still, it's not healthy to drink a bit every day, I don'tknow how many times I've alredy said that I don't like this habit of his. His hair is getting longer day by day, and so is his beard. He looks so manly, wild, and dominant. I hesitantly invade his man cave, trying not to make too much noise.

"Hey babe." I say, tip towing my way to get to him. He spreads his arms and welcomes me with a soft kiss as I reach him.

"Hi, beautiful." He says before kissing me again.

"Busy afternoon...I see." I say, looking at his little boat half painted of tones of blues and white.

"Yeah, I had to finish the front and some retouches here and there. I started painting it after lunch. Takes a while, you know." He says, showing me the details he added and the colour he started to brush on the wood.

"It looks more and more spectacular, my love." I say with honesty while touching his biceps.

He smiles and leans to kiss me again. God, he's so tall!

"Dinner's ready, I just turned off the oven, there's a tasty lasagna waiting for you. You need to heat it up again once you're tired and want to eat." I explain while he scowls.

"And you... Must be heading somewhere tonight?" He says poking one of my half exposed boob, maintaining the same expression.

I laugh, taking his finger between my warm hands.

"Girls' night. My girlfriends and I are going to try this new luxurious restaurant downtown, so I won't be here for dinner." He stares at me before drinking a little bit of wine.

"You look mighty fine. Do a 360 for me, show me all of that ass." I slowly turn around, showing him how I look in my tights black dress.

"Fuck yeah, look at you. I'm such a lucky man." He says before kissing my hip. He grabs me by the hip and keeps on kissing my waist line.

"Such a fat ass...mmmh nice and firm." He makes me face him, his head buried in my stomach, and his hands grab and squeeze my ass. His hands then roam all over my legs to then go back and squeeze my ass once again.

I moan softly as he guides me to sit astride on him. He takes a puff off his cigar and then blows the smoke away, never breaking eye contact with me. He looks so good, so perfect. I can see from his eyes that he's plotting something.

He turns the butt of the cigar to me. I smoke it slowly, hollowing my cheeks. I blow the smoke to his face while my hands caress his solid abdomen.

"Such a pretty mouth." The way he says it makes me shiver, and the tension between us raises higher.

"This beard suits you. You're so fine, dear husband." I say smiling. I caress his tired face with the back of my hand, and I swear I've never been more in love.

"Listen, I can't let you go out like this, it would be so easy for anyone to get from here...to...here" One of his hands slides caressing one of my butt cheeks and palms my excited sex.

"Also, it would be easy for one of your titties to slip out. Let me show you." He starts to bounce me up and down against his hardening member. A few more bounces, and both my titties slip out of my dress. He doesn't waste time and brings one of them in his mouth, enjoying my taste. He never breaks eye contact and moans, enjoying himself. Not long after, he proceedes to rub his sex against mine, creating a sweet pleasure that heats our bodies up.

I moan responding to his provocation, entering a sincronized and perverted dance.

"You see, baby, there are so many perverts out there." He says, caressing in small cirles my clothed sex.

"Yeah, many." I say, positioning my hands on his shoulders to bounce harder and faster on him.

He puts my tanga string to the side to have access to my sex.

"It's been too long, baby, too fucking long. You must have become a virgin again." He hums before taking a little bit of saliva and bringing it to my now exposed sex.

He touches my pulsing button while sucking my titties.

"Yes, yes...ohhh." He sinks his middle finger in me, taking my breath away. I forgot how good it felt. He is right. It has indeed been too long since our last time. We used to make love every day, sometimes just once in a day, other times up to seven. We never had enough of each other, and between work and other distractions, we stopped making love little by little. Now, it has been three weeks, but it feels like eternity. It was worth the wait. My husband is worth it.

"So fucking wet, sweet baby. Can't wait to hammer this tight pussy." He says before adding another finger in.

I bring back my head, exposing my neck for his hungry mouth to devour.

"Ari...please...mmmh." I moan, biting my lower lip as his hands explore deeper and deeper.

"Let it all out baby, let it all the fuck out. I wanna hear you scream for me." He delicately bites my chin and heads towards my ear, liking his path to there.

"I still remember how much of a whore you are, how good you can take it, how full your pussy lookes all stuffed up with my cock yeah." He whispers diabolically to me. In my stomach, I build up the familiar feeling and the need to cum.

"I'm about to cum, Ari...I'm-a-bout to...oh fuck!" I speak with tears in my eyes.

He pulls his finger out and licks them while I try to put together the fact that he didn't let me finish.

"Go to the chair over the bar, sit there the way I like it, all nice and ready for daddy's cock. Go!" I do as I'm told sitting on the high bar chair with my back facing my husband and with my stomach leaning towards the back of the chair.

I turn my head around and look at the proof of my arousal spread all over his pants crotch. He's taken out his cock and he's pumping it as he nears me. It is so big with an angry red tip ready to ruin me deep and nice.

He slaps one of my ass cheeks and then the other, thus announcing his arrival.

With his foot, he presses the little pump to lower the chair. As soon as it reached the height he desires, he grippes the hair on my nape to push my head back.

"Open." He simply says. I open my mouth, exposing my tongue. He let's his saliva slide down from his tongue to mine. I eat it all like it was nectar and gods' favourite meal. It tastes like him, like us.

Before he steps away from me, I grip one of his tights and ask for more. He smiles at me, quieting my thirst.

"That's the good girl I trained. Now let daddy eat mama's sweet cunt. Poke it out for daddy." I oblige with no hesitation.

He puts two fingers inside of me, taking all my sweet honey out to wet more his cock.

He gets on his knees, resting one of his hands on my waist, and with his tongue out, he licks from my clit to my entrance. I tremble at the sensation and I have goosebumps all over my body. His other hand is on his cock pumping it to the rhythm of my moans that quickens as he penetrates me with his tongue.

"Mama, you're so sweet." One of my hands reaches for his long dark hair and grips it as I moan louder.

He makes out with my sex, leaving every now and then deep guttural moans of ecstasy.

He eats me out so good, but as soon as I'm about to come, he pulls away edging me.

"Let me taste this other little hole." Both his hands come up and stretch me out, revealing my twitching ass hole to his perverted ideas.

"Still remember how good I fucked you in this tight hole, uh? Mama, I made you cum everywhere." He kisses my ass hole before taking a sniff of it.

"I fucked you so deep, my cum took a whole day to come down. That was a good fuck." He says giving small licks to it.

"I kept on my butt plug every day to stretch myself out for you." I manage to stutter out gripping my titties.

He smacks both my ass cheeks before shaking my ass with his hands.

He gets up from his knees and makes me turn around.

He takes a look at me, and he senses that I'm almost at my limit.

"I hope you really didn't think I'd let you get out dressed like this. I could never let other men see you like that." He caresses my chin before lowering to kiss my lips tenderly.

As we kiss, he takes my hands to hold one against another both my titties.

As he gets up, he puts his member between them and fucks his way trough my soft flesh.

I look up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible, while in my mind, I replay the pleasure he just gave me.

"Shit...fuck yeah baby." His voice low.

"Yeah?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Yeah...so fucking beautiful. I'm gonna fuck you good, so fucking good. Might as well cum inside and knock you up now, you'd look so good pregnant."

"Fuck my titties just like that. You're doing such a great job, Daddy. Mark your future baby mama all over her titties. So good...mmmh." I say, moving my chest with his cock in between, at a faster rhythm.

"Freaky mama girl, you should look at yourself right now. So fuckable." He puts his index between my lips. I suck it, moaning louder as I take it deeper.

He pumps the chair up again. He makes me turn around and in no time he aligns his member to my pussy. In a quick move, he penetrates me, leaving me breathless.

"Open up, mama, open up for your daddy. Let me in, let me the fuck in. This pussy needs to be fucked, she's so hungry for my cock, isn't she?... Uh? Relax now, and let daddy's cock in...just like that, just like that...Fuck, so tight..." He whispers in my ear. He hugs me while with slow strokes, he makes me reach Paradise.

"Talk to be, talk that shit." He whispers again between low guttural moans.

"Daddy's cock, feel so good. The best cock." I manage moan out.

"Yeah?"

"Yes...oh yes!" He hits deeper and deeper, looking for those spots that make me melt.

"Want daddy to fuck that ass hole too, uh? I'll make you cum all over this fucking bar.

"Yes, daddy, please...mmh...yes, yes.!"

I don't know when he got the lube, but I feel it drip to ass hole, cold, and jelly.

He puts a finger inside my hole while he fucks my pussy and I moan louder.

"Let me fuck this pussy hole a little more, so wet for me." He keeps on fucking me senseless and I love every minute of it.

"Such a big cock...mmmh." I moan gripping to the harm he is touching my breast with.

After what feels like five more minutes, he slides his dick in my ass hole, making me arch more my back. He takes my breath away. The feeling is strong. He slides little by little, comforting me as it hurts a bit. The line between pleasure and pain is fine, but with him by my side, I have nothing to fear as I can experiment, knowing he will stop if I ask him to.

"How is it, mama?" He asks, holding me in his strong, muscular arms.

"Oh daddy...it hurts a little." I say sincerely as a tear falls down my cheek. He soothes me, he pampers me, and he takes such good care of me.

He slowly removes his cock out, trying his best to not hurt me further. He takes more lube, and he pours it all over his member and inside my hole. He slides two fingers in to stretch me out, so his second attempt won't hurt me.

"You did so good, mama. Let daddy make it alright." He kisses me deeply, treating me like the most precious of jewels and the most delicate of flowers.

"Such a good girl, always ready to please daddy, always so sweet to me. Yes, you are my sweet girl. You're all I ever wanted. I'm such a lucky man to have you, to have been chosen by you among all the guys who courted you and all the guys who wish were lucky enough to even talk to you. I make every man jealous with you by my side. They all envy me because I have you, and they don't." He sushes me as the pain leaves place to the pleasure. I start moaning again, feeling light as a feather. The adrenaline rushes through my veins, awakening my whole body again.

"Daddy, it feels so good." I moan softly, intertwining his free hand with mine.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good as he fucks you deep." He says poking my ass hole with his member.

"Inside, daddy, please." I ask him to hurry up, I can't wait longer for the real pleasure to come and submerge me.

"There you go." He moans as he slides it in. This time, it goes in smoothly, and I feel it stretch me out nicely. He holds me tight against his chest as he pushes his member deeper and deeper.

"Oh, God! Yeees, yes there!" I moan shamelessly.

He let's go of me and grips my waist line tight. He looks down where our fleshes connect and feel good the most. I put my head on the bar counter and stay there enjoying the back shots I'm blessed to receive from my partner.

"Mama, how can you feel this good? So fuckung tight!" He moans through clenched teeth.

We get closer and closer to our limits as our moans get louder and higher in pitch.

"I wanna see you when you cum, I want you to look at me." He holds firmly in his hands all my hair while whispering the dirtiest of phrases.

Not long after, he removes his cock and he instruct me to sit facing him with my legs wide open for him. I do as I'm told.

"You have such a perfect pussy. Let me taste it again." He inserts his tongue inside of me as I hold his head, pushing it deeper.

"Fuck!" I moan.

He gets up once again and aligns his member with my ass hole and fucks me once again. We're both prolonging our pleasures, but not long after, I start to feel the familiar need to release.

"I'm about to cum daddy...ohhh...so good!" I moan while my body starts to tremble and my legs give out.

"Make a mess, for me, mama." He masturbates me, pushing me to my wave of pleasure that comes in no time.

He doesn't stop and keeps on chasing his release as I become a fountain and squirt for him.

"That's fuckung it, baby! Fucking, come for your daddy. Just like that, give me more...shit!" He comes inside of me and rides both our orgasms to an end.

I'm high on cock, I can't move but I smile taking all the pleasure left. He hugs me without removing his member, the only thing blocking his cum from leaking out all together.

He takes me in his hands and guides our tired bodies to the bathroom near the bar.

My mind is foggy, and my legs feel like jelly. He sits in the bathtub, still inside of me. We stay there without saying nothing for minutes, holding each other like it's the end of the world.

"That was -" I mumble, trying to process the powerful orgasm we just had.

"Incredible." He finishes my sentence while caressing my head.

"You're incredible." He whispers before kissing me.

After cleaning each other up, we head upstairs to the kitchen. As he heats our lasagna up, I check my phone.

It's 8:27 p.m.

I received two calls from Jess, one from Monica and another one from Bianca, my girlfriends. I check the messages in our group chat and read some of them quickly:

Bianca: Bestie, where are you?

Monica: she probably fell asleep.

Jess: she probably slipped and fell on her man's dick. I told you that outfits was gonna get you in trouble.

Monica: she literally fucked around and found out 🤣

Jess: Tell us how the dick was once he finally gets to sleep.

Bianca: Next time, dress like a nun.

Monica: Well, said sister Bianca.

Jess: By the way, the place was great. It's worth all the money. Hopefully, next time, he will let you get out.

At that moment, I receive a video call from our group chat.

I answer, getting out of the kitchen, imbarassed that those three might say something "stupid" in front of my husband.

"Hi, Girls!" I say waving my hand.

"Girlfriend!" They all scream.

"Wait, why are your hair wet?" Asks Monica inquisitive.

"We should ask her how the dick was!?" Comments Jess making the other two laughter and I, too.

"Ehm, something came up...I needed to take care of a thing." I mumble lowering my eyes.

"Look at her! Girls, she's so vague. We know you've been dicked down, don't lie to us." Says Jess, once again.

"Your man is coming behind you." I turn my head to see my husband resting his chin on my shoulder and hugging my waist.

"Ari, what have you done to our girl?!" Asks Bianca laughing.

"Who, among the three of you, told her to dress like that?!" He asks amused.

"It was Bianca, Bianca told her!" Says Monica framing Bianca in the phones screen.

"I assure you that Monica and I have nothing to do with her clothing choice. We told her she was getting dicked down tonight, she didn't believe us. You know what, it's your wife's fault. She thought she could get out without you noticing."

"Jess!" I say, closing the call immediately. I try not to move, hoping he didn't put too much attention to what my friend just said.

"Oh, so you thought you could get out like that without telling me, uh?" He says before biting my lobe.

My phone starts to ring again. I answer immediately, but before speaking, Ari took it off my hand.

"Stop calling. She won't be able to talk until tomorrow." He hangs up, leaving my friends speechless.

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DINNER DATE

WARNING!

Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

Contains strong language

Allusion to sex and bdsm

Control

Alcohol consumption

That day has come. I'm going to eat at the most exclusive restaurant in Gotham city. What an experience! Everyone is talking about this. At the moment, there's nothing more important than "The Experience." Harvey, my colleague and guy I'm seeing, has invited me to have dinner with him, I think this is the perfect time for him to ask me to be his girlfriend. We have known each other for quite a while now, and he likes me. He doesn't even hide his feelings. As for me, this can be a good way to go on with my life after what happened with Bruce. Still, it feels strange to have a partner who is not the one and only Prince of Gotham. He made his choice, we parted our ways, and I don't think there will ever be another story like the one Bruce and I share. As I get ready, I receive a message from Harvey

>> Looking forward to our date tonight :)

I smile, reading the message out loud.

He called our hanging out "date", this is definitely a step forward. I text him

>> don't be late ;)

He's always late, and has always a good excuse. To be fair, he is the most important figure in all Gotham that frightens criminals without wearing a mask. I admire him so much.

At 8 o'clock, I arrive at the restaurant, and to my surprise Harvey is already there, looking handsome and really elegant.

He greets me, kissing the back of my hand. I smiled shyly.

"Ready for the most exclusive experience of out lives?"

"Ready." I answer holding his arm.

We enter, and one waitress guides us to our table. The place is as magnificent as the tabloids describe it. It's luxurious, combining new and old styles. The music is great and the people there are all from the elite of Gotham. What a breathtaking atmosphere.

We sit and admire the interior, and Harvey still looks at me. I smile with wonder, and my eyes brighten up.

As I was admiring the place, my eyes lock with Bruce's.

God, what is he doing here? I ask myself trying to look away. Jesus Christ! His eyes are like magnets pulling mines towards his. My heart starts beating fast, and the palms of my hands start ge sweaty.

I feel agitated, a fish out of the tank. He's not alone. There's a tall blonde girl by his side, another one of his conquests.

He finally calls for me. I immediately paralyse as my temperature is rising.

"Bruce." I mumble, trying to look indifferent, but my voice sounds weak and frightened.

"How have you been?" He asks me.

"G-good." I say forcing a smile.

"T-this is-" He stops me and puts his hand forward to shake Harvey's.

"Harvey Dent. What an onor." They shake hand vigorously.

"I should be the one honoured. Wow, Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, here." Harvey smiles sincerely. I didn't know he was a fan of Bruce.

"We should talk. We can try to put these two tables together." He says, looking at me.

"I don't think we can. This place is really strict with rules. I don't want to be kicked out." I say, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"You shouldn't worry about that. I own this place." Bruce says this with such a simplicity, like it is common for a man to own the most exclusive place in Gotham.

Bruce, with a gesture of a hand, calls for a waiter.

We soon are all together. Bruce is infront of me, next to his his blond bombshell. Harvey is next to me still processing the fact that he met Bruce.

"See, Mr Dent, I'm a fan of yours. Your work means a lot to Gotham. We need more unmasked people bringing justice to light and not a caped thug roaming the streets at night." He says, sipping his water. He looks at Harvey, studying his face, looking for microexpressions, to see if he's as honest as he wants to appear. I know that look very well.

"Well, Mr Wayne, if I should name someone that inspires me, I would lie if I didn'tsay Batman. He made me think that I could do it. He's a silent presence hidden in the shadows to make sure that Gotham is safe. I would give a million dollars to meet him and congratulate him." Says Harvey smiling.

"I mean, a masked man fighting in tights... that doesn't seem like the type of hero this city needs. This batman dude is not the type of justice we need."

I starte to come back to my senses. Not frightens anymore, not liking the scene Bruce is fabricating.

"Maybe you're scared of batman because you're hiding something." I remark, pouring champagne in my glass.

"Quite the contrary. I'm a public figure. Nothing about me for the public is private anymore.."

He says, sipping more water. He looks through me.

"Batman is doing much more than buying hotels and hanging out with prima ballerinas. You should learn from him and admit that without Batman, this city would have imploded a long time ago." I say irritated. I then proceed to drink all the champagne in my glass.

He seems amused knowing how his presence is driving me crazy.

Harvey and Bruce start talking again, while to hide my real emotions I keep on drinking.

How can he look so handsome?! If only he didn't have that cold manipulative attitude, maybe we would still be together.

The dinner goes on with Harvey and Bruce talking about politics and new laws, while the blonde girl and I look so miserable. Suddenly, Harvey's phone starts ringing. It's one of those calls he can't ignore. He excuses himself and goes talking at the balcony.

All the alcohol I drank makes me tipsy, and little by little, I start to feel very hot.

Bruce keeps looking at me, burning me with his blue eyes.

"You look so beautiful tonight." He says in a low dark tone.

"Not as beautiful as your friend." I say pouring water in my water glass, hoping to sober up.

"You beat her in every category. You're beyond your own understanding, or you wouldn't be saying stupid things like this." He says. I don't look at him. Not anymore. I'm afraid to fall back into one of his traps. It's always like this with Bruce.

Under the table, I feel one of his feet caressing my calve. I try to hide my feet under my chair, but he finds me there with no hesitation.

I smile, finding it cute and nostalgic.

But I'm on a date with Harvey, Bruce has nothing to do with it.

"Bruce, stop." I whisper.

"Is this a date? You and Dent?" He asks me concerned.

"Yes. Why do you care?"

"You're still wearing my ring. That's not a simple ring and you know it."

"What does this have to do with it?." I ask, irritated.

"It does. Since you belong to me and that ring is the undeniable proof that you know that what I'm saying is true." He explains calmly.

Maybe it the alcohol, maybe it's my anger, but I pull off my finger the ring and I give it back to him.

"Here, it's your ring, after all. Keep it. Give it to another girl." I say.

Bruce doesn't seem amused at all. He's frowning, and his fist is firmly closed, turning his hand red.

"We're done." I say grinning, winning once.

He smiles. It confuses me, what the fuck is he smiling for?.

He leans over, and he gestures to me to do the same. I do it, hoping he admits his defeat once for all.

"Baby, come back to me." He says with a sensual tone. I have goosebumps everywhere and I bite my lower lip.

"I miss you, baby. I miss fucking you, raw, on every surface, balls deep inside that tight pussy of yours for hours and hours." Oh, God what a sweet torture! He looks at me straight in the eyes and I can see his eyes burning with desire.

He doesn't touch me, if he would he'd probably burn himself because I'm getting hotter and hotter.

"Tonight, be mine. I wanna give it to you just one more time, baby." I crush my legs. He's so domeering and has this power on me that I can't explain. He's got me on the palm of his hand, and he can do whatever he wants with me.

"Sorry for taking a while. I'm really sorry, but there's a matter I have to deal with." Harvey starts go get ready to leave.

Bruce gets up and he's ready to get rid of him. Maybe he's the mastermind behind all of this.

I hug Harvey, then he shakes Bruce's hand, and leaves. He's gone, disappeared.

The blond girl says something in Russian, and in no time, she's gone as well.

They left me alone with Bruce, and not just any Bruce, but a horny Bruce who wants to devour me.

His eyes are back on me. He's more than amused.

"Where were we?" He asks.

"Would you like something sweet to eat?" Asks the waitress. I get thrown back to reality.

"I'll take this soufflé au chocolat." Says Bruce keeping his eyes on me.

"Honey, is there something appetising that you'd like to eat?" He asks. He's such a pervert. He doesn't refer to any dessert but him.

"N-no, I'm fine." The waitress goes away taking all the plates with her.

"Harvey is not the man for you. You deserve me, a man who can take care of you, who can put the world under your feet. Someone who can make you cum every time you need it."

"I don't deserve you, Bruce. You're not the man for me. You only think about power and dominance, but never about love. Love is all I need. You can't give me that. Not a genuine one, at least." I say, playing with my glass.

"We can try, again. To see how it goes." He look hopeful.

"I don't wanna try. Not with you anymore." I say, feeling all the sadness of my words.

"You sound scared." He affirms putting one finger on his lower lip to caress it.

"I am. I don't want you here. Tonight was just for me and Harvey. He wanted to ask me to be his girlfriend, and you just slided in like a snake to kill a romantic night."

"The night is not over. We can have a romantic date, you and I, here."

"I don't think that's a good idea. We didn't talk for months, you didn't even try to reach me. You closed all your doors, and soon, there wasn't enough space, even for a friendship. There was nothing. And whatever this is, quit it. Stop it." I say, looking at him with begging eyes.

"There wasn't a minute where you weren't in my thoughts. You were the only one in my head. I dream of you almost every night."

"What do I do in your dreams?"

"You tell me you love me, then we have sex, and you end up pregnant with my baby. We're happy, the three of us."

"You always say have sex and never make love. This speaks volumes about how you see me as a person, Bruce. You have sex with someone you hook up with, not someone you love and care for."

"It's a rough session. In bdsm there's no space for lovemaking. And as far as I remember, you like being tight up and spanked. Fucked right until you're a fountain cumming all over my expensive bed sheets."

"Okay, I got it. There's no need to be THIS specific." I say, rolling my eyes.

He laughs. God, I missed his laugh. It's so contagious that I end up smiling.

"I'll make love to you tonight if you let me."

"Bruce, it's better if we don't. We should move on. And I've found the right person to be happy with."

"We can talk about this tomorrow morning over breakfast. I'm sure it'll be a nice conversation I'd love to engage myself in."

The waitress interrupts us, bringing Bruce's order to the table.

"You won't give up, uh?" I ask, taking his plate with the soufflé.

I take a bite of it. It's delicate and delicious.

He passes his tongue on lis lower lip, looking at me eating the dessert.

"No, never. Can I have my soufflé back. I can order a new one for you."

"Order it for yourself. Yours is sooo good."I say, provoking him. I eat sensually moaning at every bite.

"Don't torture me." He says, leaning back on his chair.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just enjoying this delicious soufflé. Do you want a bite?" I say as innocent as possible.

He says yes with his head. We both lean closer to each other, like to magnets. I bring my spoon with on the dessert, and as he was to bite it, I pull my spoon back, eating the soufflé au chocolat.

He smiles.

"Sweetie, you gotta be faster than that. Let's try again." He tries to move fast to eat it, but I'm faster, and soon enough, I'm enjoying another bite.

"One last time." He says. His eyes were shining.

I do the same movement, and he plays his part perfectly, but instead of eating the dessert, he kisses me. Just one small peck to leave me breathless.

God his lips are so good. I missed them.

"This is better." He says pleased.

I smile.

"I want more. All of you."

He's going to be the death of me.

"I have a room. The view from up there is breathtaking. Stay with me tonight."

"I'll give you an answer after finishing MY soufflé." I say, starting to provoke him again by moaning and exaggerating my eating process. He enjoys himself, he's amused, and keeps his blue eyes on me. I put my front zip down to reveal a little bit of skin, well actually a good part of my breast.He moves his eyes, following my hand as I do so. He bites his lower lip, and then he licks it.

"Bruce, what do you think of my dress. Do you like it?" I ask, passing my hands through my hair.

"I adore it." He says, keeping his eyes on my breast.

"Do you like my new haircut?" I ask while bouncing a little bit on the chair.

"I love it." As he was saying so I started to put my slip down

"And what about my perfume?" I extend my folded hand. waiting for him to take my panties and sniff them.

"It's divine." He says after sniffing his fist.

"Do you want a taste?"

"Yes, baby."

I slide my index inside my wet cave, moaning to the pleasure.

I bring it to his mouth and he licks it.

"Fucking good." He says passing his tongue on it once more.

"I just hope your bed is comfortable."

"The best in the world."

"Glad to hear that. You're gonna sleep tight in it, all alone." I say getting up.

Bruce tilts his head, not understanding what I'm doing, but I'm ready to leave.

He gets up, trying to convince me to stay.

"I thought we were playing. We were having fun, why are you leaving?"

"You don't play with people's feelings, Bruce. You did me wrong, and I can't forget that. Harvey will call me sooner or later."

"Can I at least take you home?" He asks. It's a wrong idea. We can not be left alone together, I could give in and lose the power that I have on him.

"I can help you put your panties back on." He proposes smirking with his playboy attitude.

"You can keep them, I have plenty at home, place where I'll drive myself to. Goodbye, Bruce." I say before walking fast to the exit.

These games between us need to stop, I can't keep going on like this. We can't be together, I have Harvey who will take care of me.

As soon as I get in my car, I start to cry. Too many emotions I can't comprehend and accept. Bruce and I share a lot of history. My heart and body hurt, all of me. I start to tremble, feeling trapped between what's right ( moving on with Harvey) and what's wrong (go back to Bruce and try again to work things out).

I clean my face with a tissue, and I drive back home, hoping just to sleep and find peace.

[interstellarspacecadett]

DIVORCING

WARNING!

Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

Sex and strong language

Controlling male protagonist

English is not my first language. I'm so sorry if there are some grammar mistakes.

I finally did it, I filed for divorce. My husband, Bruce Wayne and I have been on different paths for quite a long time.

It wasn't an easy decision since we adopted Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. Our sons meant the world to us, or at least to me. He wasn't around the majority of the time, I took care of my sons, and he was nowhere to be found. Always so busy, always so distracted and thinking about something else. We lacked intimacy. When he was around, he was cold and full of rage. No one could talk to Bruce if Bruce himself didn't talk to that person first.

I had enough, I had to step out of our marriage, I wanted to start again, but not with Bruce. It was the right decision, I needed attention, I needed love, not someone who made me doubt myself, someone who was a ghost, someone who didn't care at all about anything. I used to spend a lot of time after our kids, and I stopped taking care of myself. It showed, I always had a tired face, lacked energy, and I was distracted worrying about my husband. I gave too much to someone who didn't deserve even half of it.

My new apartment was in uptown Gotham, and it was spacious with many modern features. I felt alone the majority of the time, but it had to be this way, I needed to be alone for some time.

After I filed for divorce, I didn't expect Bruce's reaction. He called me, it was the first time in moths that we had a good conversation.

"Honey, come back home" He said with a low tone of voice.

I started to cry, I started to tremble reviving my experience in that place I stopped calling home.

"You know what you put me though. You do. You stopped loving me, I was alone taking care of the kids. The only help I had was Alfred. You don't even know that I used to cry myself to sleep because of you. " Tears started to roll down my face. It was painful and atrocious suffering like that for someone with always an excuse.

"The kids miss you, Alfred and the dogs too. I miss you"

Same warm tone, sweet words to lure me back in that snare of marriage.

"Why weren't you there for me? All this time, I suffered. Bruce, I deserve to be happy. "

I couldn't stop my tears, I was crying so desperately.

"You do. With me, the kids and Alfred."

"Not with you. Not anymore."

"Baby. We're not gonna have a divorce, think about Damian. Uh?. How is he gonna take it? Living in two different homes, his parents divorced... We can not make him go through all of this."

Same tone. Same warm voice. All calculated.

"He talks to me about you all the time. And he asks me when you're gonna come back to us. He calls his mommy at night. He looks out for you. He sleeps a lot in our bedroom, and he says it still has your scent. Think about Jason, you're the only woman he ever accepted in his life. He's angry now. He says it's time for us to get back together. Tim, he never comes out of his room, and when he does, it's because he hopes you're back. And how could we forget about Dick. He's devoured with anger towards me. Honey, you do understand that all I do is to protect you and the boys, to make you all be alright when one day I won't be here anymore? One day, I might not be back home. But I want you and the boys to never worry about anything. You're all I have and care about."

Bruce sounded so sincere, and it was the thing that made me melt. The kids. I missed them, I did more than anything.

But he would be back to his old ways, disappearing, not making love to me, not being there for the kids.

"Bruce, I gotta go, now."

"I'm gonna call you tomorrow at the same time." He sounded like he was ending a business meeting, I've heard that cold tone before.

"I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea." I said, looking out of the window, hoping to see him in his costume watching over me. He later confessed to me that he always watched me from the dark.

"I wasn't asking. Sleep tight, beautyful."

"Good night, Bruce."

He called me the following day at the same time.

We talked about the kids. He then planned to move out of the manor to a more tranquil place with the kids. I smiled for the first time in a while. He made me think it was still possible to be together again.

After our call, he wished me good night and promised to call the following day. My lawyer advised me to stop interacting with Bruce, to stop all the calling, and sweet nothings on the phone. All of that needed to stop before going to court.

He called me at the same time, but I never answered following my lawyer's advice. Other two months passed, and nothing had changed. I visited the kids when Bruce wasn't home. He was right they weren't happy about all the divorce thing, especially Damian, who I saw crying for the first time.

A week passed, and after talking to my lawyer, I headed back to my apartment. It was cold and lonely as always.

I had one voice message to listen to. Bruce never sent me one before. He preferred calling me and talking on the phone.

But, he surprised me.

"Honey, we should talk in person. We can find an arrangement, no lawyers, just you and me. Wayne Manor, Saturday, December the 21st, 8 o'clock. Goodnight, sweetheart. Looking forward to our meeting. "

The first thing I did was to call my lawyer and fix an appointment for the following morning so we could discuss the new matter.

"He sounds sincere." My lawyer said after I made him listen to the message Bruce sent me.

"He does. When he wants to." I remarked.

"You should go. If we proceed with this divorce, be ready for the media, your kids under more unwanted attention, and not to talk about the shitstorm. I'll give you the papers with the reasons why you filed for divorce and all the other stuff. "

At 5 o'clock that Saturday, I started to prepare myself, emotionally and physically. Bruce was unpredictable.

I dressed formal, white shirt, long black skirt and high heels. He sent me a driver, his old ways. The driver and I stayed in silence for all the time we took to get to Wayne Manor.

Before knocking at the immense door, I took a deep breath.

The doors opened just in time for me to see Bruce getting down the stairs.

He was so elegant, formal, and handsome he didn't look nothing like the last time we saw each other. He was taking care of himself. He seemed warm and not cold as an ice cube.

He greeted me with a warm hug without saying anything. There was nothing to say.

I was about to get used to that warm ambrace, but he pulled away and guided me to the conference room.

He pulled the seat for me, and he seated next to me at the table top.

"Come closer, honey. I gotta see these papers of yours."

He pulled my chair closer to him to the point where I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"You look so beautiful, baby, and you smell so good. You know this is my favourite perfume? So sweet." He smiled.

My heart started to beat faster, and all that praising made my legs crush one against the other unintentionally.

"You always have been the most beautiful woman in the room. The smartest. The funniest. The most breathtaking. " He kept praising me. He smiled mischievously, knowing what those compliments did to me.

Fuck, I wanted more.

It had been such a long time of abstinence that I was starving with kisses and sex.

He didn't touch me, yet, but he knew it was all it needed to break me.

"So pretty. This high bun siuts you perfectly. It lets glow the skin on your neck."

He finally did it. He touched me with his big, warm calloused hand. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep it all together. He massaged one of my shoulders and my neck admiring every expression of mine. I put my hand on his without even knowing, and I started to carress it.

"Bruce, please." I begged him to let go of me. To free me from his control, it was so sweet and painful at the same time. He placed one kiss on my hand and one on my neck. I was about to lose it.

"The papers." I remembered him, trying to free myself from his touch.

He stopped every movement, he composed himself, and asked me to read for him.

I came down from my high and started to read the summary.

"Getting to this point of my relationship with my husband, Bruce Wayne, was never my intention. [...]But it was forced to me since during these last months I have been neglected, starved with affection.[...] This behaviour doesn't apply only on me, but on my kids as well. [...]I can no longer live and be in a relationship that doesn't represent the words love, family, and unity for the previously mentioned reasons[...]"

As I was reading, he kept his eyes on me, and I swear I felt completely naked burning under his sight. He pressed a kiss on my cheek and formed a trail of soft kisses to the corner of my mouth.

He kissed my lips and stopped me before arriving to read to half of the second sheet. I waited for so long. His lips were soft and hungry for mine. We kissed slowly, taking our time, making out like two teenagers in love. He was so gentle embracing me like the most precious of jewels. A moan escaped my mouth, making him kiss me deeply and vulgarly. I loved every second of it. He had never tasted that sweet, so perfect. As we pulled away, he murmured to me:

"You know that we're not getting this divorce, right?" Just to then start kissing me again.

We ended up standing up, kissing and hugging each other like nothing ever changed.

He then proceeded to kiss my neck, devouring it up. His hands trailed down to my ass, caressing it and squeezing it tight in his hands. I moaned, letting myself go to the pleasure.

"Bruce"

"Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" His voice echoed in my head. All I could think about was just him and the pleasure he was intoxicating me with.

"So good." I moaned.

I forgot about everything.

"That lawyer of yours, I don't like him. He looks at you like a beast in heat. "

He went behind my back, putting his clothed erection against my butt, to let me know what I did to him. He was so big, so hard, and so ready for me. I got wetter and hornier just at the thought of it.

He kept licking and biting my neck, letting me get higher and higher.

He unbuttoned my shirt, freeing my breast just to then undo my bra and let it fall to the ground on top of my shirt.

He pinched my nipples while thrusting his erection against my ass.

"You're my wife. My property, all mine. Mine and only mine." He kept going on teasing me, provoking me and making me melt under his touch.

"Yours." I was out of my mind. The power he had on me was getting stronger second by second, minute by minute.

"There is no divorcing. I don't wanna ear none of that. Did I make myself clear,baby?" I melted more.

"Yes. Oh, Bruce."

In one move, he freed me from my skirt, letting it fall down to the ground with the rest of my clothes.

He soon had one hand on my brest and one between my legs caressing my clit, making me feel good.

"This fucking cunt. So fucking wet for me, uh? Gonna make you feel so good, baby, so fucking good" With that promise, my hopes went high as my mind.

"Moan for me like that. Making my dick so fucking hard, uh?"

"I'm gonna fuck you really good. I'm gonna make you cum on this useless papers. So fucking mine." He continued teasing me.

He put one finger in me, and it was enough to make me moan louder and cum. I had no chance of winning against him.

He then made me sit on the big mahogany table. He spread my legs, exposing my wet, pulsing cunt. He took a good look at it, then at me. He buried his face between my legs, kissing, licking, and eating me out. I was lost in pleasure. Meanwhile, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned body.

He was like a god.

He started to play and enjoy himself by butting two fingers in me and licking my clit like a starved man.

"So good. Oh my god, just like that." I moaned, enjoying myself.

He moved his free hand to my breast, caressing one at the time, to later intertwine his hand with mine.

"My baby. Looking so good like this, legs wide open on my expensive table. Uh?" I came with those words, and as he predicted, I soaked all the papers.

I tried to catch my breath, but he didn't give me time. His mouth was already on mine.

We kissed again and again.

"I'm so in love with you." He said lowly on my ear.

I smiled. It all seemed like a dream, a happy one. A utopia.

"I mean it." He said, looking at me in the eyes.

It was true. All of it. Bruce never lied.

"Now I know." I said before kissing him.

"Now let's get to the real deal. I still haven't cum. And I know a good place where I can stick it in"

"I don't know where." I said provoking him while leaning back on the table. My back met the cold surface.

I lifted my legs to Bruce's torso.

He removed my heels, kissing my feet.

He was so dirty and perverted. And I loved it.

He was looking at me straight in the eyes. Those blue obs darkened as he submissed me even more.

"You taste so fucking sweet." He said, liking the base of one of my feet.

I got wetter, hornier, and hungrier for more. I needed more.

He slowly put his zip down, freeing his cock with his pants still on and buckled.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the table by my tights. Not long after, he was inside of me, slowly exploring me like it was the first time. I was so full of his flesh. It was so big and hard that I could feel every vein on his surface. He then opened my legs, getting closer to me, just to whisper to me the dirtiest words. I had goosebumps all over my body.

"Bruce, fuck me harder."

He did as I commanded without further discussion, he thruster deeper in me, touching all my weakest spots. He made me cum uncontrollably, fucking me to the gates of heaven.

"Like this? Uh?"

"Just like that." I moaned, hugging him harder.

"This cunt is so fucking good. So fucking tight. Gonna make me cum, baby."

He moaned against my skin.

"Fuuuck. Oh my love!" I was out of my mind, I had pleasure all in my veins, I couldn't control anymore what came out of my mouth.

"Yeah. Feels good uh?" He kissed me not waiting for an answer.

He went faster, harder on me, I couldn't get enough, I was on cloud nine. Bruce hugged me like our lives depended on that. I came on and on, and my body was exhausted. Bruce kept going on fucking me senseless, moaning, letting himself go. His body was warm against my skin, his touch so sweet .

"I love you, my beautiful wife. I love you so much." He looked at me straight to my face and smiled, finally a warm smile and not a calculated one.

"Y-you say that now that you're fucking m-me." I spit venom.

His movements started to get harder and more precise, trying to find my weakest spot.

"I. LOVE. YOU." He repeated harshly.

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

He smirked just to then increase his pace.

One hour later, we finally came to a stop. He rested his head between my brest. I had no energy, I was really exhausted so I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, it was already the next day.

Sun rays hit my face, I didn't want to wake up. The bad was so warm and soft. It wasn't the bed I got used to in my cold apartment. It was Wayne Manor's.

I lifted my hand trying to find Bruce, hoping that all the things we said the previous night would have become true, and finally, we could all get back to be a big family.

He wasn't there. My heart sinked. I pulled myself up, and I was completely naked. I headed to Bruce's walk-in closet, hoping to find something that could suit me, just to then leave. I found all my clothes in there, including the ones I wore the night before.

I dressed up, opting for a cream coloured sweatshirt, tight blue jeans, and a pair of white trainers.

I collected my phone and my bag and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going?" His voice echoed in my head, and his firm tone stopped my movements.

I turned around, and he looked like he had just come out of the shower. He wore a towel, and little water drops were running from his head down to his weist. With his hands, he held a plate with breakfast on it and a fresh red rose.

He placed the plate on a dresser, and he moved slowly closer to me.

"Alfred is not here, I had to arrange something myself. I know you like strawberries."

He caressed one of my cheeks, kissed my forehead, and hugged me. I hugged him back with my heart pounding in my chest.

"You just had to stay in bed and wait for me a little longer. I wanted to surprise you with a delicious meal and good morning sex."

I smiled and hugged him tighter, finally understanding his intentions.

"You smell so good." I said, sniffing his chest.

"We can shower together after breakfast and good sex." We kissed and ended up in bed again, skipping breakfast and going straight to devouring each other.

We had breakfast after two rounds, and then we showered.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said, caressing my hair while hot water was running down on our bodies.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." I responded, smiling. He smiled back at me, and we kissed again.

That day we went to the beach, it was warm despite being winter. He looked so handsome, happy, and relaxed. It was at that moment that I finally saw the man I fell in love with. He looked young, well-kept, and glorious under the sunlight.

"What, honey?" He asked me.

"You're so handsome." I said, looking away since I was getting shy.

"Come here. Let me kiss you one more time. "

"You gotta catch me first." I smiled, seeing the confused face he made.

I ran, and he chased after me. My intention was never to get too far away from him, I couldn't anyway even in my dreams. He eventually caught me and threw me over his shoulder. He spanked one of my butt cheeks, making me laugh.

Not too long after, he put me down and caught my cheeks between the palms of his hands. We kissed once more.

There were sparks materialising around us. It was all so perfect.

To be continued...

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