POV - Noemi

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I was standing in a master bathroom which emanated power and luxury through its walls and floor. Gleaming white countertops, walnut framed mirrors, king-size bathtub, walk in shower room with over-sized shower head, fluffy towels neatly arranged, tile floor with under-floor heating, fluffy bath mat, wicker laundry basket. Everything was as white as the winter snow. It gave me chills.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, feeling my heart beating a mile a minute. My wayward curls were now tucked up in a messy loose bun. My swollen lips and smeared up lipstick brought back the memories of the last hour I had no control over.

I could still feel the burning touch of his fingers on my thighs, the warmth of his gaze on my entire body and the friction between our hot bodies.

My panties were already ripped off. I glided down my fingers to my slick wet pussy which was throbbing in frustration of what had left undone to it. Before I could touch my clitoris, a demanding voice in the back of my mind stopped my hand in midair.

I jerked back my hand and silently cursed my body for being so overly sensitive and greedy for its sickening desires.

Untying the delicate strings of my gown, I took my silky dress off. It fell on the floor with a soft thud. The light in the bathroom was so bright and sterile, lacking even a trace of warmth, that imperfections on my skin shone like a beacon and without clothes on, there was nowhere to hide.

As I observed my naked body, I realised the bruises and scars from my tainted past had thankfully been concealed by Helena's laser therapy, leaving me with a silky toned skin like a bonny wench.

I stepped forward and submerged myself in the long bathtub filled with lukewarm water and liquid soaps, smelling like fruits and flowers. I felt rejuvenated like the first monsoon rain on the earth.

I grabbed a bottle of whisky from a small counter attached on the wall nearby the bathtub and poured it in a glass. I was already quite wasted but I needed more to mollify the intense emotions upgrowing inside me. A sour and vile taste slipped into my mouth, nullifying me, stealing away reality in favour of fantasy.

My body relaxed after a nice, long soak in the bathtub, my thoughts wandering among the stars. The whisky turns down the volume on my thoughts. Somehow it steadies me, gives me the resolve to go on. And I felt a heavy slumber arriving at me until my eyelids shut down and there was nothing else but the darkness.

With a loud thud on the door, I woke up to see I was still submerged in the water which felt cold now. I had to squint my eyes to see the figure standing on the door. Although my heart already knew who it was, my mind was not ready for the impending pleasures. Or maybe it was ready like it had never been before!

Alvin!

He entered the room with an innate authority. His black suit was buttoned in the front, and the legs of his pants framed his muscles thighs tightly. There were a lot of sexy qualities he possessed, but I was particularly attracted to the strength in his thighs.

He wore a blue tie, the kind of blue that reminded me of tropical waters. It wasn't deep and dark like his suit. It was vibrant and beautiful. Only a stern man like him could pull it off, and make it look intimidating. He made everything seem abundantly masculine. His mansion was styled with elegance and taste, and even that seemed manly.

He slowly but steadily stepped forward, taking off his clothes like a male stripper. His eyes were drunk, dark and determined. A shiver ran down my spine, making me moan with pleasure of coming treats. I should have been scared with the way he was looking at me and walking towards me---but for some reasons I was not.

He paused at me. My eyes were fixed on the water. All of a sudden, his cold fingers were caressing my cheeks like I was the most tender and beautiful possession. Then, he lifted my chin up and made me look into his ocean blue eyes. I felt vulnerable, not the kind of when you are naked, but the kind of when somebody can see through you.

He removed his finger, making me miss his touch instantly. He silently stared at me while he unbuttoned every last button of his shirt. In a matter of second, his chiseled body inked in tattoos and carved in pectorals were on display. It was a torchure to see a man so perfect like him yet so distant. My hand trembled in water. Stop right there!

"Shift forward!" His raspy voice was enough to propel my body forward and in the next second he was sitting right behind me.

Okay, I might have said I was on fire earlier, but now, as soon as his body touched mine, I had become the fire myself. His frosty rigid body was like a cool granite against my fiery flames, dwindling and balancing our temperatures. I was freezing in his arms and he was melting in mine.

His serpentine hand slithered around my waist, traveled up to my breasts, and then grasped my neck tightly. His lips fell on my neck in no time and he left a trail of kisses all over, making my whole body shiver under his touch. He went further up, nibbling on my ear.

"Fuck! You are so beautiful," he whispered, breathing on my skin.

Before I could perceive his words in my brain, his other hand caught my breasts and pressed them lightly. A moan escaped out of my mouth without my own concern, making him smirk at me.

He yanked his hands off my body, sliding them downwards to my pelvis and halting them right above my pussy. My pussy pleading for his touch got disappointed when his hands waggled further under my thighs, making my legs fall out of the tub. My legs were now hanging on the two edges of the bathtub, joggling due to the sudden maneuver. My pussy was now stretched and manifested under the water.

He intertwined his fingers. "I hope you kept this," he moved our hands to my pussy, adding, "and this separate. Did you?"

"Y-Yes, I did." I fizzled under his dominance. My voice was meek and feeble like a lamb.

I didn't hear anything after that because in the next moment his hand shot up and caught my pussy, caressing my folds like two cotton balls. I felt an urge to scream out in pleasure. I did not realise how much I wanted that moment until it came to me as a necessity.

"Why did you do what you did tonight?" He groaned in my ear as his finger made a low pressure on my clitoris, stroking it gently.

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move my lips. I couldn't open my mouth. I couldn't utter a word. Because my mind was lost in the sweet ecstasy of his touch, his moves, his fingers on me.

"Answer me. What was the reason that made you behave like a delinquent teenager?" He breathed heavily against my cheeks. While two of his fingers were rubbing my clitoris harshly, his other hand crept around my waist, pressing me back onto his rigid body. I copped a feel of his crotch on my hips. It was hard and big.

I squirmed. I moaned. I panted. My heart raced like a horse on a race track while my pussy wanted to be fucked against any barrier. And in that very next moment, he pushed his middle finger inside me. I gasped heavily.

I couldn't tell him. Fuck! I must not. I was myself confused about the unknown feelings I had been ignoring eversince Bettina announced her dinner date with Alvin. Or maybe I was jealous after what I witnessed---him dancing with Bettina. But I knew I should not have been jealous. It was wrong. I knew it better than anyone, but knowing the fact didn't deter me from feeling that way...

"Answer me!" He growled like a lion, pulling me out of my tizzy thoughts. Then he fucked me with two fingers while his thumb was pressing and stroking my clitoris.

"Bloody, answer me now!" He pushed three fingers inside me without pausing and decreasing the pace and pressure he was following.

I can't.

I was on the edge.

I can't.

I was coming. Yes! Yes! Yes!

He halted his action. Fuck it! My hands unknowingly scurried to my pussy but held by a hand in midair. I begged desperately, "Please, I wanna...I---"

"Tell me!" he screamed while I protested in his grasp like an eel.

To hell with that!

"I was jealous because you were dancing with---"

He didn't let me finish my sentence as his fingers moved hastily on my pussy, making me moan louder this time. Three fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clitoris roughly, and his loud groans were all I needed to squirt an intense orgasm. He hit my sensitive spots several times like a hammer on a nail. I trembled. I moaned 'Yes!' a number of times. My pussy contracted and expanded with every pull and push of his fingers. He curled his fingers forward inside me, seeking out the sensitive knots of nerves, stroking them at the same time.

My orgasm exploded violently inside and through me. Wave after wave of out of control ecstasy that caused me to clutch tightly to the edge of the tub as my pussy about those thrusting fingers, refusing to release him until I'd taken and been given every last bit of my pleasure.

I finally lay back, replete. Satisfied. Unable to move. Every muscle in my body feeling as if it had turned to mush.

Before I could recover from that bliss, he gathered me up in his arms. Dangling me in his arms, he looked at me. I looked at him. His eyes locked in mine for a mini second before I grabbed his face and kissed him voraciously. I don't know how I managed to gather so much courage in me but I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, savouring him. Tasting him.

He carried me through to my bedroom before kicking the door closed behind him. A lamp on the bedside lit his way as he placed me on the bed, the intensity of his gaze never leaving me as he quickly removed his pants along with boxers off, half lying across me as his mouth captured mine.

I felt his hard on my thighs. Large. Big. Erected. A tingle ran down from my chest to my stomach, making me shake under his touch.

I was drenched and made the bedsheets pretty soaked under me but I didn't care, because still I was feeling every bit of hot right now.

"Beautiful," he whispered under his breath as he kissed my lips. This time it wasn't wild and needy, but more like slow and sensuous. It felt like we had been doing this for centuries but still craving for every next touch. I wanted to do things that I knew deep inside I shouldn't be doing. As much as the thought scared me, it also fascinated me largely.

Suddenly, he hovered over me as his blue eyes locked in mine and he positioned himself in between my legs. He rubbed his entire length on my slick clitoris. A moan escaped my mouth out of nowhere but I tried to choke it with my hand.

He removed my hand from my mouth. "Don't you ever try to stifle your moans. I want you to scream, cry, and moan when I am fucking you either with my fingers," he abruptly pushed his whole length inside me as he growled into my ears, "Or with this."

I moaned and contracted my muscles around his hard. I was wet but it didn't prepare me for the big length I was taking in. It hurt me but I wanted to keep hurting myself. It pleased me but I wanted to please him first. Because that's what slaves do, isn't it?

He looked at me while he took me slow yet steadily. With every maneuver, I stretched and widened for him. It felt like he was melting my insides with the way he was entering and exiting my body. I couldn't handle such pleasure when all I had been expecting from him was pain. His hell.

My thoughts were interrupted by his loud groan on my neck as he doubled up the pressure, while his entire length rubbed my clit harshly on its way inside.

We looked at each other with intensity and passion in our eyes. He suddenly caught my hands and intertwined our fingers and tugged them above my head. Then he glided down his fingers to my waist moving towards my clit and started rubbing it roughly. I closed my eyes with a loud moan as he panted heavily above me.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

I abruptly opened my eyes and there was that pool of blue staring back at me. He kissed my neck, even bit at some places, licked other parts, overall consumed my everything, leaving me empty and excited.

I was on the edge and so was he. He made my whole body go shake with every thrust he sent to my way. I wanted to hold him tightly. I wanted to squeeze my thighs around him. I wanted to be so close to him that the air can't pass between us.

I'm about to come.

Suddenly, he released my wrists and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pressing himself onto me. He went deep. He hit my sensitive spots like a thunderbolt. I tangled my hands around his neck, making my body move in sync with his thrusts.

In that split second before we both shot our orgasms every nerve in my body and brain was electrified. It was the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

There was a point when we held each other so tightly I feared we might end up breaking our bones, but luckily we broke out our orgasms instead.

In a moment, he turned around and lied down beside me. Now we both are facing the ceiling, trying to alleviate our emotions and return back to our reality.

I looked at his face which was back to its normal state---nonchalant and blank. He had already camouflaged everything he was feeling a minute ago and now there was only a cold icy wall between us. All the warmth was gone from my body and now I felt hopeless again.

"I wasn't going to go out with Bettina for dinner." I gaped at him in shock while he was determined about keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

What? Is he serious?  Well, isn't he always?

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Hey! Sweetcorns, I hope y'all are happy and healthy in this global pandemic that the world is facing right now. I wish I could hug all my followers out there and shower them with all my love, but I can't. The technology sucks. So, please accept my electronic hugs and kisses that I'm sending your way. Stay strong and stay positive. I have faith in god that we will soon overcome this situation and will come out more skilled and strong.

Love and kisses,
Meg. ❤