Passion and Intensity

chapter- 8

I heard a knock and opened the door. Undoubtedly, it's him.

“I bought flowers for you, Coco,” he said, smiling excitedly. Internally, I scoff. I would really appreciate it, but not when he did those ugly things to me.

“Awww, so sweet of you. Thank you so much, Abhi,” I fake smile sweetly.

We had a normal and long conversation and drifted off to sleep after giving him some pleasure by me.

We had a normal and long conversation and drifted off to sleep after giving him some pleasure by me.

We are pretty close now. It's better than before; now, he trusts me. He brings me flowers, and I rant to him so he can trust me and tell me about his phone password hmm, and let's not talk about the sex thing.

And ultimately, we are in the last step where I'll give him a blowjob and more pleasure. After that, we will talk and have a normal conversation, and I'll ask him about his password, giving an excuse. When he drifts off to sleep, I'll unlock and do my job.

I did some research, and Google said that men will feel amazing having a blowjob. The action is known as trust and love, so yeah, it's hot. I will give him a fantastic blowjob and get the truth out of his filthy mouth. I searched for some things to make it fiery.

That stupid was sitting on the bed, and I'm totally ready for what I have to do. We had dinner, and he again bought me flowers. Today he brought roses, but I don't like them. I like tulips.

I went to him; I kissed him. He was taken aback by this kiss but soon he reciprocated it back. “I really missed you today.” Why wouldn't he? I sent him a sexy pic of me in just a bra so he would turn on, you know the slower, the hotter. I kissed him from his neck to his chest, to his stomach, to his intimate part.

“Tonight, you're going to be in heaven,” and hell if I don't get my answer. I can see the impatience by the way he is touching me and by the way he tore my shirt. I was just in my red lacy bra. “I have a surprise for you.” I sensually touched his manhood and looked at him in a certain way which for sure turned him on.

I put my hand on his crotch and then slowly removed his trousers. I ran my hand over his manhood and slowly massaged his dick. I squeezed his cock. I traced my hands up and down his dick, teasing him. I went on my knees and asked in a most seductive voice, “should I continue or stop, babe?”

“Of course, you're gonna continue, you slut.”

“Are you enjoying it?” He glared at me with his ugly eyes, telling me to continue.

Man got no chills. Wait, should I even call him a man?

I kissed him on his crotch, till not taking him in my mouth. I gently licked his…

“C'mon , take my dick in your pretty mouth already.” He squirmed, almost begging. I used my tongue to apply a gentle flicking in a circular motion.

“Nut, do you trust me?” I gulped. He probably did not expect this question from me.

“Why wouldn't I?” He forcefully pulled my face, and I had to take his entire length in my mouth. He moaned; I couldn't take all at once. I gagged, and a cry escaped my lips as he pulled my hair. He soon came inside my mouth. I did not swallow it.

“Gulp it.” But----- anyways.

Does he want to see hell? Is he going to choose the hard way? Is he? If he is, then so be it. I have no problem.

We were lying on the bed. Thankfully, he is awake. I gave him an amazing blowjob; he must have felt so good. Me on my knees with his dick in my warm, wet mouth. I want to puke. I swallowed his cum; I had no option. I still did not get his phone password, though. I hate him. It's okay; let's try again. If this does not work, I have plan B ready. I'm feeling so disgusted and wanna cry.

“Nut, should we take a pic toge-” he cut me off, foolish, but this was the only excuse I could think of.

“Yeah, sure, Coco. But we can do it later, right, baby,” he said in a no-discussion tone. Though he somehow sounded different, like he had no plan on taking a pic together or telling me his phone password ever. Don't say I have to torture him to get the truth out of his mouth.

“But why not now?” I almost yelled. He glared at me, and that was enough for me to shut my mouth.

I thought I would get to know his phone password and delete those pics by seducing him. I silently cried, biting my lips so he doesn't hear my sobs.

It was morning, and he was tied up in a chair.

Let me explain to you how I made him some really sweet food. Well, ordered, actually, but said I cooked it, hehe, and added some sleeping pills to that food and tied him up in the chair.

I mean, it's not poison, at least.

This mf deserves worse than this, but now what can I do? I had no option. Nah, I'm innocent. I gave him two options; this mf chose the bitter one.

He blinked his eyes and slowly opened them.

“Good morning, Coco,” he said in a sweet voice. guess he did not know what is going to happen and what is happening; he is fucking tied up.

“Morning.” i said boring He was going to hug me, but the ropes prevented him from doing so.

“Surprissssseeeeee!” i said excitedly

“What are you doing, Coco? Did you tie me up? Untie me.”

“A surprise for you, my dear boyfriend.”

“Fucking untie me, or the consequences won't be good.”

“What if I say no,” I said, blowing my nails and looking at the knife with the other hand.

“How dare you-”
           
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