The Monster's Protégé のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

MARCOSex and affection were two different elements I hadn't experienced together in an act until now. I was into BDSM because I preferred the power dynamics, the control over the stimulation of the partner, and the kink involved. I didn't know when it became a significant part of me, but I have bone-deep knowledge now that I couldn't sever it.For years, I mastered in dominance and was never short of submissives—both new and experienced—but I kept everything strictly on one-night-basis. Emotional involvement was never on my agenda.Like a massive avalanche, Aurora came and devoured every bit of my carefully decorated life and shook the very roots.Aurora's naked frame bunched in my arms, safe and content, not letting the slightest barrier slid between us. In all universe, she should be her happy place.Accepting submission was not an easy thing for a girl like her with a take-charge attitude. She was an alpha in herself. It took an insane amount of trust to let me master her body, he

AURORAI have never experience the true spirit of Christmas until I came across the Romanos. The extravagance and opulence aside, these people were obnoxiously obsessed with Christmas and everything that comes with it. Mrs. Romano, because of her part-Russian heritage, would insist that the celebration continues until the seventh of January.As someone who barely had a reason or chance to celebrate Christmas, I used to be overwhelmed at first. Of course, the presence of Marco by my side had helped a lot, and Sammy, in picking up the most-revealing party dress she could find, it used to be one hell of a time.However, this year, I managed to pull myself aside until the 26th. The reason being the absence of Marco for the past three months. I starved of him all this time, and it was the longest we were apart.Despite being elementarily cheesy, we decided to spend the three days together, and devoid of his company, once he came back home.As I sat by the fireplace, watching the soft crack

AURORAMy temper got me into this mess called life in the first place, but it seemed like I would never learn the lesson—even in the hardest of ways. After the fight, Marco wouldn't so much so look at me, and I was left to grovel on my own.I felt sorry—truly—except I didn't know how to express in words and actions to show him. So when Sammy called me over to hang out, I was both relieved and worried.Worried because I didn't know how things were going to pan out for both of us, now that the Pandora's Box lay wide open. But Sammy turned out to be the crazy woman I have always known her to be and completely laughed it out.Instead, she wanted to plan our marriage, the name of the kids, and the university they would go to. And if it was up to her, she'd probably fix their marriage as well.But when I narrated the new twists in the fairytale she was weaving for me, she burst out laughing again. I looked at her crossly and pursed my lips firmly until she had her fun."Are you done?" I ask

A U R O R AIt took months of persuasion and hours of smooth talk to convince Marco to take me to visit The Leather House with him. The club has been a great revelation and a sanctum of BDSM indulgence I haven't had the pleasure to experience, saving otherwise my last unexpected trip. It wasn't like we didn't experiment or lavish in sex past couple of months when essentially that was all we did, but the lure of the den of pleasure crawled at me several times.The only condition to his acquiescence to take me to TLH with him was the display of epitome submission. And I understood it because he exuded an aura of power and intangible dominance and ruled the place with an iron fist, and any error from my end would reflect poorly on him.Maybe for this reason alone that I dressed to perfection. The lacy-wine red corset top revealed just the right amount of cleavage, leaving the rest of one's imagination, while the silver sequin skirt hugged the curves, stopping at mid-thigh. I smoothed dow

AURORAThe last thing I remember about the night was the self-effacing laugh of Marco and the kiss on my forehead before I fell asleep in his arms with no sense of time or place even when I roused up the next day.Were we at the club or the house? Nevermind.I managed to pull myself off the bed and reach for the phone. As soon as the screen unlocked and came alive in my hands, I cursed. "Shit." There were 31 voice messages, at least half a dozen missed calls, and a very angry best friend on the other end.I have almost forgotten that I had promised Sammy I would go out with her and now I was horribly late. Why the hell Marco didn't wake me up?And most importantly, where the hell was he?But I had no time to speculate. Sprinting into the bathroom, I got my business done in record time. And thanks to my rash driving skills and lesser-known routes of Chicago, I somehow managed to pick her up by the skin of my teeth. But even that didn't save me from all her pouts and eye-rolling taunts.