She was young, and she held a fire in her heart. That fire pumped through her veins like blood and poured through her skin to produce a light brighter than all others. That is how her parents knew one day she would become a great leader, that was be...
This chapter contains hard bdsm (much harder than the other chapter.. I promise), girl on girl, whipping, and mild cursing. Also the very beginning could also be troubling to some. Please read with caution.
A hum, a drone deathly hum; blurred and slurred. I was detached. I view the world not through my body, but through a third person perspective like I was sitting right in front of my empty body.
Hollow, that is a exactly how I felt beneath the dirty stare of the piggish men in cafe. My friends..more like my cover ups, thrived in this heavy male attention. They flipped their hair, winked and blew kisses. Veronica pulled down her bustier top, exposing half of her chest, and Natalie unbutton her sheer shirt under her breast. I used to flourish under in the attention of the opposite sex. The thought of someone finding me attractive, beautiful, the thought of someone wanting me was ecstasy, then. Now it just makes me feel so empty. Like just a body: no mind, no heart, no soul. Just a playground for men with no boundaries.
The early October New York wind blew chilling my bare shoulders. My outfit was composed of red, leather, thigh high boots and a teeny black mini skirt. My top was couldn't be a called a shirt, bralette, bustier, or whatever. It was simply a red lingerie piece. It covered nothing and left me exposed to not only the prying eyes of horny men but also to elements. I watch myself from somewhere far away. I wrap my arms around my around myself, and listen to the buzz of Natalie and Veronica's gossip.
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For the millionth and one time this month I ask myself oh Mother Luna what am I doing here?
For another hour I watch this scene play out behind a the thick glass of a television screen, but precisely at 3:30 pm my phone buzzed and I was zapped back into my body. Roman got off of work at 4:00 pm today and demanded that I got to his house before him. I quickly excused myself and practically ran to my car, giddy over seeing Jiao and Roman.
I sped my way through the heavy New York traffic and made it to my lovers' home. In twenty five minutes flat I was in their building and down hall from the elevator, when I noticed the doors of the machine began to close. "Hold the elevator, please." I shouted dashing down the hall and right into the elevator.
Then the door closed behind me and I looked up to see the devil himself looking like kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar but not at all remorseful at all. In a dark blue suit and a steel grey tie, Roman Silvestri towered over me and smirked.
