Natasha, where is your ring?
...Umm...Address me, master Natasha! Ma..st..er "Don't murmur " I'm so sorry I lost it. Lost it? Are you kidding me, when was it dear? Master! Shut the fuck up and kneel. While kneeling, tears streamed down my cheeks. Hi...
Ⓟ︎ⓐ︎ⓡ︎ⓣ︎ :2 Since I was a slow eater, everyone went out of the restaurant except for me and Livin. Suddenly, Livin grasped my thighs and slowly moved his arms, causing my body to vibrate. Now that he was close enough for me to feel his hot breaths, he smirked and asked, "Why are you blushing, Natasha?" I flinched at the dominance in his voice and replied" I... I.. I I'm not". Straightway, he pinned me to the wall and kissed me passionately. A soft moan departed from my lips. After that, we swapped numbers in the washroom. I went to my room at night and sat in bed. My bedroom was basic. A king-sized bed in black and crimson with a red sheet was out there. There was a bookshelf in the room's corner, and the walls were white and rose. I heard my phone ring, and it was Livin. I waited a few moments and then picked it up. "Hello Natasha, will you be available tomorrow? I'd like to take you out on a date." My heart skipped a beat, and I answered yes. He further told me that he would pick me up at 6 p.m. I slept peacefully that night, thinking about the date. At 5 I started getting ready for my date. I donned a mini red frock with some embroidery on the waist and five-inch heels and was ready by 6 p.m. When the notification flashed at six, I knew it was livin'. I grabbed my black bag, begged Dad for permission to go on an expedition, and walked out the door. Dad seemed pleased to learn that I was going out with Livin. I noticed a blue Porsche Panamera parked in front of my house and livin conversing with my parents. He was dressed elegantly in a black hoodie zip-down, revealing his t-shirt and jeans. His outfit was plain but seductive enough to show off his adorable appearance. I neared him, and he stared at me. After saying our goodbyes to my parents, we both walked to his car. He opened the door for me, then got into the car and began driving.
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I hope you're enjoying the story, but it seems to be selective reading, which hurts me the most as a writer.
