Dominating photographer 18+ ( Erotic Story )

Chapter 18

I woke up in the morning or is it still night because of the darkness around me. I remove the covers and went to gallery " oh it's morning " Its so dark outside because of big threaty black clouds roaming in the sky and still raining so it's very difficult to differ the day and night because of lack of changes between that both today.

I sign loudly and closed the curtains thinking about what to do now I don't want to lay again in the bed so I wash my face brush my teeth with the new packed toothbrush I found in the cabinets.

I take a pep look on the hall but Lucas is nowhere to see so I make my way in the kitchen directly to the modern coffee machine and brew myself a cup.

I take a few sips and wander around his house gawking at the beautiful interior, trailing my fingers on the shiny furniture. Somehow I find myself taking the glass ladder destined to second floor of his house I yet to explore so I decide to do it now.

The giant Swimming pool came into my view just when I touched the last step of the ladder. The rain drops hitting the  water making them jump all around the floor.

I was secure by the heavy rainfall because of the roof over my head. My eyes dancing from here to there mesmerizing the beauty all around I noticed a big room with black thick door on the left.

I stare at it for few minutes, observing the double security locks that making me curious of what is inside that room he is hidding that he have to secure it so much.

I take few steps toward the mysterious door hold the handles try to push them to make it open but a hand.... A muscular big hand stop me and yank with the force that I almost knocked out the fresh plants decorating the entire terrace with there greenery.

He pulled me with him jerking my body forcefully making me whimper in pain. I try to subside as much I can but it's getting loud at every steps I went down the ladder making me tangled on my own legs.

Can't he gets slow, is he trying to make me handicapped by his long strides?

Can you fucking slow down ? you are hurting me ...i scream loudly but he becomes deaf not listening my whimper.

He carelessness toas me on the couch and I lean down a little by the force . The small T-shirt I am wearing get more small making me shiver by his angry gaze and I suddenly realized I am not wearing anything underneath I removed my undergarments at night to feel more comfortable SHIT.

I try to tugged my T-shirt downward hoping he doesn't see my goodies for now .

I hear him groan and turn to see his eyes is on my..... Chest I followed his gaze which stop on my big moulds forcing out from the tucking T-shirt making them more noticeable.

He roam his hands in his hair with frustration and I was still confused by his angry action..... My suspicionsness and curiousness went to hill by the way he react. Is he hidding someone there oh good is he serial killer.. Please no no it can't be.

Uh-huh where is my cup of coffee I remember I brought that with me up... My train of thought stop when I see him closing the distance between us. my breath stuck in my throat it getting difficult to get air in my lungs.

I lean backward hoping to dissolve in the soft ball of cotton I am sitting on . He keep leaning forward and I leaning backward almost sprained my neck by how fucking much I stretching it back.

He cage me with his body front of me, face near my , mixing Our breath. His hands besides me and leg between mine.

My eyes cascading down to his eyes to his nose on the subtle of his strong sharp jaw and stop on his lips and I just realized where from this much heat coming from and why I am feeling so hot because, the man didn't wear anything over his toned tattooed body , which so definitely decorated with the trail of sweats.