Getting passed security, I step into the elevator and immediately check the time on my phone.I silently curse seeing that it's already five thirty meaning I'm only left with half an hour to do the house chores and clean myself up before he gets home.
Oh screw this shit there's no way I'll manage to do all that in 30 fucking minutes!
I hear the ting and as soon as the doors open I kick off my heels and race for the showers already regretting my visit to the gynaecologist. My idiotic self could not just schedule the appointment for a weekend, a mistake that will definitely be earning me quite some few bruises tomorrow morning.
Maybe he'll be in a good mood-i think to myself but internally scoff knowing how brutal my master gets when his in all sorts of types of moods, and judging by the state of the place, it will definitely be anger.
I signed the contract fully knowing the struggles of have to encounter by being both he's wife and slut at the same time. Not forgetting that I'm a business entrepreneur and our companies work together.
Marcos, in his own way, manages to restrict himself from he's domineering ways during work [well sometimes] but any other time, I'm considered as he's walking sex toy that he gets to use anywhere, anytime and definitely anyhow.
Drying my self, I quickly tie my hair into a ponytail- just the way he likes it and not even bothering to put on any underwear, I open the our dresser and grab the cat'o'tails whip before sprinting to the doors.
I spread my knees as far apart as I could and rest my hands on my thighs. The painful instrument is laid out Infront of me just like it is every day of the week except Saturday.
The irony behind that is way beyond unnatural. I mean, the guy has screwed me on every inch of this house but when it gets to Saturday he is supposedly a good man who goes to church and tells Bible stories to children! Like how?
My mind coming back to the present and with my head bowed, as always ordered, I begin to try an take a deep breath. I am beyond tensing. Behind me, in the living room, there's a broken couch and in the kitchen, the sink is full of dirty utensils and the countertop sticky with certain juices...
Let's just say last night, master came home frustrated and I was he's stress reliever all night long that I woke up late and had an urgent meeting to get to. We both did, be just didn't care to wake me up when he went for his. Sadistic bastard!
But it's times like this I just say to myself to call a spade a spade, I mean, how I'm I supposed to find a new couch, clean the house and still remain perfectly clean, smelling like cherry blossoms body wash just the way he likes it.
I hear the ding of the elevator and the doors begin to open, I don't dare too look up not only because I'm not allowed to but also I'm afraid to see he's reaction to the way the house looks.
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Wassup!!!!! My apologies this chapter was so short but it's this part was only meant for y'all viewers to get some information on the characters. The real heat begins in the next chapter...♡
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No Remorse
Romance'But let me warn you once play close to to the flame, like a moth, you will get burned' he seductively whispers before tailing kisses on my neck and down to my swollen breasts. I try to regain my own voice, 'yo- you once told me that you'd always ki...
