[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
Winter break is over, and I'm back at college. I have a tough art project to tackle. I'm an art major, and I love what I do, but this assignment is giving me trouble.
I'm getting frustrated as I stare at the canvas. The brush strokes I imagine in my head aren't turning out how I want them to on the painting. I'm so focused on my work that I don't see Ace coming out of his office.
"Hey, sunshine, you hungry?" He inquires, his voice breaking my concentration as I feel his lips brush my cheek in a delicate touch.
"No, I'm not hungry," I respond with a firm voice and Ace raises an eyebrow at my response, his concern evident.
"Is something wrong?" He asks after watching me for a moment and I sigh, my annoyance getting the better of me.
"Everything's fine," I reply curtly and Ace chuckles at my annoyance.
"What's so funny?" I demand while shooting him an irritated look.
Without offering an explanation, he gently takes me by the shoulders, guiding me away from my paint supplies.
"Come on, let's take a break," he says, smiling down at me.
He makes me stand up, and before I know it, he effortlessly scoops me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his thick waist, and carries me to the living room. As he carries me away from my worktable, I squirm in his arms.
"Ace, no. I need to finish my assignment," I protest and he shakes his head.
"Sometimes you need to step away from your work to see it clearly," he advises.
We settle on the couch, feeling the warmth of Ace's body as I sit comfortably on his lap. His muscular arms wrap protectively around me, making me feel safe and cherished.
"Alright," he begins. "Tell me what's bothering you, darling,"
"I can't seem to properly complete the assignment you gave us last week," I admit with a sigh. "And you said it's supposed to be a simple task. What has gotten into you to give it to us?"
I feel frustrated as Ace chuckles and flashes that reassuring smile. His hands slip under my top, sending shivers down my spine as he traces soothing patterns on my skin. I relax against him, letting go of my frustration.
"It's because of that you're upset?" He teases and I pout again, my brows furrowing deeply.
"It's so much easier for you to say that, especially since you're the professor,"
I try to move away because of his teasings, but Ace, sighing softly, holds me back gently, saying sorry. As we shift, his arms brush against my breasts, and I let out a weak whine. Lately, my breasts have been incredibly tender, and the headaches and stomachaches aren't helping.
