LOGINI didn't see it when I returned from work, so I knew he had taken it, even though no transaction had been completed yet.“Which I don't plan to use. Besides, I have my credit cards. Don't make it sound as if I'm leeching off on you, which, mind you, I'm not.”I smiled. If only he knew all he had at the moment was because of me, he wouldn't make that statement. I didn't tell him that, though. I let him believe whatever the hell he wanted to believe, since it was not yet time to remove the rainbow-coloured glass on his face.“Order something.” I slid the menu towards him. “You look like you've lost weight.”“Why wouldn't I? When I'm married to a damned sadist.” Even though he seemed like he might bite my head off, he still snatched the menu, scanned it faster than I had ever seen someone do before, and snapped it shut. “I'll have the soup. And then you'll talk.”“Great choice.” Winking, I pressed the button on the table to signal the server, who showed up a few seconds later, as if she
I ran my fingers through my hair. Why is he always throwing tantrums all the fucking time? I get it; I step out of line most of the time, but that doesn't give him the right to be pissed. Shouldn't he be happy that I love him unconditionally?I mean, there are plenty of men out there looking for someone like me to help them. I have the money and the fucking looks. I know how to pleasure a man. I'm loyal to a fault, and will never cheat on him. Isn't that supposed to be enough for him? What more does he want?He exhaled. “I don't want to eat Lunch with you, and —”“I just found something out.”“Huh?”“Jonas.”There was a rustle from his side, so I knew he probably sat up straighter. “What about Jonas?” Gotcha. Now I have his attention, but I didn't like it. Not one bit. He didn't want to talk to me, but he wanted to talk about Jonas?“I had my secretary dig about him. He said there were anomalies found around the time of your mother's demise.”“What are they?”“I think someone else
STEIN“What's your progress on what I asked for?” I looked up from my laptop the moment Frank walked into the office. He placed an envelope on my desk. “That's all I could find, Boss.”I nodded. “You can leave.”He turned to leave, only to stop. “There's something else, sir,” he said and turned to face me. I raised a brow. “Something else?”“Yeah.” He drew closer. “I found something out while digging about Mr Jonas.” He gestured to the envelope he just dropped. “Though it's there, I figured you might overlook it.”“Which is?” I reached for the envelope.“Someone else might be involved in the accident that took Mr Schwarz's mother.”My hand froze midair. “Are you certain about that?”He nodded. “There's this gap I'm trying to fill. If you check the transfers during that time, you'll notice something odd. I tried getting as much as I could, but that was all I could get. Legally.”He wasted some time before saying that last word, as if to tell me I could find more if I did it the illeg
He fucked me like that for what felt like hours. Each thrust felt like a deliberate exploration of the space inside me, the sound and his cock working in tandem to stretch me in ways I hadn't known I could be stretched.My cock surged in the ring, desperate and aching. The silicone held me back. It kept me on the edge of something vast that I could feel approaching but couldn't reach.“Please,” I said, the word torn from somewhere deep in my chest. “Please, I need—”“I know what you need.” His voice was rough, strained, the control cracking at the edges. “But you don't get to come until I say so.”He thrust harder and faster until the sound shifted inside me. It pressed against a place that sent a jolt of pure electricity through my body. I cried out, my back arching, and I felt him slam into me, felt the steel and his cock converge on the same point of sensation until I couldn't tell them apart.He was close. I could feel it in the way his breathing changed, in the tension in his sho
My mouth went dry. Despite having seen him more times than I could count, my mouth still waters whenever I see him. He stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside, and stood over me in nothing but his boxers and his t-shirt, his cock jutting out from the V of his hips, thick and ready. He looked down at me, and his throat moved as he swallowed.He knelt on the bed, and the mattress dipped under his weight. The ball spreader pressed into my thighs as I spread them wider, and I felt the cool air against my exposed ass, against the ring around my balls, against the empty place where the plug had been.He placed his hand on my hip, and I felt the head of his cock press against me. He pushed.The head of his cock pressed against me, and I felt the stretch of it. He pushed deeper, and I cried out. I reached for his shoulders and gripped the fabric of his t-shirt, and I held on as he pushed deeper, as he seated himself inside me to the hilt.He stopped. He was fully inside me, his hips
“Say it.”“I understand,” I whispered, still staring at that, and imagining the pain that one would cause. He picked up the smallest sound from the velvet roll, the one he'd used first, still slick with lube from earlier. He didn't bother coating it again. There was enough residue on the steel to ease its passage. He positioned himself between my legs again, and I felt the familiar pressure at my slit as the cold tip of the steel pressed against the opening that was still sensitive from the largest sound passage.He pushed, and the sound slid into me with almost no resistance. My body remembered the shape of it, the path it had carved, and the steel found its way home with a slick, wet sound that made my cheeks burn. He pushed it deeper, and I felt the fullness of it, the familiar pressure against my inner walls, and then he stopped, leaving it seated inside me.“Now the plug,” he said.He withdrew the sound in one smooth motion, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. Before I could a
KAI“This is all, sir,” Edward said as he placed the files I asked for on my desk. “I also spoke with Mr Elliot Marshall, and he agreed to the meeting tonight. I booked a table for two at your favourite restaurant.”“Good.”I picked the first file from the pile. “And the Schmidt? Did you investigat
This time I didn't stop at the head. I let my mouth slide down his shaft, inch by inch, feeling him stretch my lips. His fingers tightened in my hair when I took him halfway, then further. The head nudged the back of my throat and I breathed through my nose and kept going.“Fuck,” he gasped. “Stein
“We can adopt a baby in a few months, and after a year, we'll get the money.” He looked at me with a pout. “That… That's all. I'm… I'm not poor! I can take care of you. Just give me a year.”I narrowed my eyes at him. Why did I even get my hopes up? Of course, Jonas wouldn't just give up his assets
KAIFirst step. Done.Getting his photos wasn't that damned hard. I just had to search for his name, then get someone to Photoshop it. After I did that, I called dad and pretended I was pissed. I made him call Jonas, and I knew things were finally on track. Humming, I returned home, expecting a so







