"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,
Catalina's pov
I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the kink. I needed some type of release after the long week I have had. All I wanted to do was take a long bath and settle down with my hands between my legs, but somehow Esther made it impossible to do that.
Calling me so early to pay good attention to a big customer. I insisted on letting someone have it but she rather I do it. It was annoying, I needed sleep. I just had one more client before him and I was good to go.
My hands trailed down my client's body sensually, massaging the tissues underneath her muscles. She was firm underneath my touch. I made her relax under my touch as I coaxed her tension from her body.
All the tension went to mine instead, her resigned signs and gasps of approval sent heat waves to my body, I imagined myself lying there instead with someone's hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together as I kept running my hands over her.
She sighed in contentment as I massaged the knot on her neck, my mind wavered to the high client Esther kept raving about, I tried to imagine what he looked like but nothing came to mind. All of the people walked in and out of there, I could barely remember any of their faces.
"Are you comfortable?" I whispered to her,
She made a hum of agreement, I continued with my ministrations as I kneaded her back gently. I continued for about thirty minutes before her time was up.
"Thank you, I needed this." She said as she wore her clothes.
I gave her a smile in return, "you are welcome back, anytime."
She left the room and I felt like I could breathe, the tension was back but it wasn't like I was suffocating this time. I just wanted to go home and sleep it off.
"Where is that damn client?" I grumbled to myself.
I checked my watch, he was thirty minutes late. I despised lateness, it irritated the hell out of me.
I grabbed my bag to leave, damn the consequences when a Cologne invaded my senses. I stumbled back just as my nose caught the whiff of a heavenly masculine scent.
"Sorry, I am late." He said breezily.
I let my eyes trail over his figure, taking note of the ridges and planes his suit tried to conceal. You could tell he works out.
Hell, I could tell he worked out a lot.
My lips parted as I took him in, he stood legs apart as he unbuttoned his jacket slowly. His eyes were fixed on mine.
I gulped, my blood ran hot and my head sent mental images of the things we could do. I shook my head.
Stop it," I chided myself.
"Yes, please take off your clothes and use the towel back there if you wish. I would be right there with you." I say.
He turned his back and I dashed out of the room, my cheeks felt hot and I didn't want him to think I was being unprofessional.
I bumped into Esther in the lobby and sent her my best glare.
"I know, I know. You are mad at me." She raised her hands in mock surrender.
I shook my head, "you know I had plans" I said.
"Don't kid yourself, you never have any plans. At this rate, you are going to turn into an old lady." She teased me.
I rolled my eyes at her antics, "is he the client?
She froze, then narrowed her eyes at me. " what did you do?" She placed her hands on her hips as she stared me down.
I shifted consciously, "I didn't do anything. He was just late."
She shrugged, "please treat him well."
I nodded.
Making sure that I have given him enough time, I headed back into the massage room. No amount of warning could prepare me for what I saw.
My heart lurched in my throat as I stared at his chest. So defined, hard, and yet enticing to look at. I squeezed my legs together, I have never wanted someone as much as I want this man. His towel was riding low on his hips, I prayed for it to fall so I could get a glimpse.
It was too tempting.
I cleared my throat, alerting him of my presence. He glanced up from his phone, regarding me with an amused look.
"If you would be so kind to lay on the table, we could get started." I gesture to the table.
He nodded, dropping his devices. For a moment, the towel shifted. The hard ridges of his A-line are visible for me to see.
I needed to get laid.
"How do you want me?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.
I have never been so turned from a man's presence, the waves of dominance came from him and they hit my lower abdomen with each breath I took.
"Excuse me?" My voice came out breathless.
I cleared my throat again, lifting a brow in question.
He cut me a glance but kept me mute, I sighed.
He obeyed, laying on her table and relaxing. I stared at his body wishing just for a moment to throw caution to the wind and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
"You can touch me, I won't bite." He said.
"What?"
"You keep looking at me, you like what you see?" His voice was muffled from his position. He shifted better, giving me full access to his face.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were attracted to me." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes at that.
"With all due respect sir, I am a professional and do not fraternize with clients," I say firmly.
With that resolve, I placed my hand on his back. The muscle jumped underneath my touch and I gulped.
This was going to be a long session.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.