He kept himself composed even when his own echoing footsteps sent tremors down his spine, fisting his hands.

The room he was searching for swiftly appeared. He instantly halted, and without a second thought pushed the two-doors open.

At that moment, he was not thinking about the danger. There was only an old ache sinking his chest. This was the only chance to have what he so badly wanted.

A huge suite illuminated with a dim, red ceiling light emerged.

Was she really there?

He clenched his jaw, his heart thumping, and circled his eyes in that huge hotel room, hoping he’d see her.

On his left, his eyes stopped. A woman was sitting at the edge of the bed. His heartbeat dropped. His breath fluttered. His chest sank even more. The ache stinging a little more.

He could only see a dark figure, with heavy curls, wearing maybe a pencil skirt, and a shirt.

Could it really be her?

He wanted to be sure. He needed to be sure.

He didn’t want to celebrate too soon, and get his hopes shattered completely later. So, he remained still, watching the woman stand in a demeanour like her.

It exhilarated him, made him want to believe that it was her. But, he still held back, and watched her step towards him.

He stopped himself from believing even the same silhouette movements of her body, and the same sound of her red heels, which he heard from his office everyday, losing himself in the sound.

He just waited with a bated breath.

Swiftly, she halted before him. Finally her face was exposed under the radiance of a lamp behind him, on the wall in the corridor.

His heart sank. His breaths halted. It was really her.

“I want to leave.” She spoke, like a cold whip.

He flinched. His head stopped ringing. “What?”

“I said, I want to leave.”

He felt a pang of betrayal, the ache taking a wild form in his chest. He was helpless before her, not the strong man that he was for the world.

He could’ve never opposed her, if only, his desire hadn’t grown primal.

“Even here..” He clenched his fists and jaw. Then, he breathed, and composed himself. “Even here, you want to leave me.”

The betrayal of her not belonging to him, even in that place was too much to accept.

He had thought that this time–this time, he’d finally have her. But no, Gods had to play with him once again.

“What are you talking about?” She seemed confused, her eyebrows squinting.

“Why do you never want to be with me?” His voice was as cold as ice, his eyes flat dark. He took a step closer, staring into her eyes and closed the door behind him.

He could not bear the pain any longer; wanting her, needing her, and seeing her so far away from his reach.

From his reach, who could have anything.

Her eyes followed the door, and then looked at him turn on the red ceiling lights to full radiance. But she did not budge even a step. She was acting just as fiery as ever, never bowing down before him.

Oh! The woman she was.

“What are you doing?” She questioned, her eyes turning just as cold as his.

“I’m not letting you go today. You… you’ll have to listen to me, today.” He began stepping towards her; she began stepping backwards, never losing her calm.

“I’ve heard enough.” She rumbled.

“What have you heard?” He halted as she stopped, pressed against the large glass window.

“Are you playing with me?” She was fuming for some reason. It made his heart race a little. “You’ll receive my resignation by tomorrow.”

He breathed angrily, clenching his jaw. “What have I done so wrong that you want to escape me this badly?” He boomed.

Her eyes turned colder, his pulse paced upon seeing that. “Are you kidding me? You confessed, and then locked me here. What more do you wish to do?” She boomed.

His clenched jaw loosened in an instant, his eyebrows squinting in confusion.

“You told me you love me, and then without letting me speak, walked out! Now you’re coming back after hours to give me this bullshit?”

It sounded like something he could do. But he hadn’t. Swiftly, he realised it was the piece of the desire. He felt guilty because it was his imagination. How could he do that, even in his imagination?

“What did you want to say?” He asked, hoping she’d finally say what he’d been dying to hear.

“It doesn’t matter now.” She pushed him against the chest. “You’ve shown me who you are.” There was tenderness in her eyes, and bitterness in her tone.

“Please…” His chest was booming with calm urgency, his eyes lowering on the floor. “I apologize. I-I might have freaked out. I wasn’t thinking straight. You can punish me for acting like that. But, please tell me what you wanted to say.”

She said nothing. He lifted his head and looked at her: her eyebrows were squinted, she seemed as if she was thinking about something so deeply that she’d lost the sense of being present there, staring blankly at him.

Then suddenly she said. “Why did you lock me and leave?”

He thought about what could be the reason, and then said, “because I was overwhelmed by my own feelings. I didn’t let you talk because I didn’t want to hear you say that you don’t feel anything for me. I locked you up but I didn’t realize, or maybe I just didn’t want you to leave.” It hurt to say all those things, those fears he had been raising for all this time.

“I have loved you from the moment I saw you. I knew you were the one for me, the one who can truly accept me, and tame me.” He suddenly couldn’t hold his emotions inside him any longer, every word coming out of his lips hurting his throat.

He pressed his forehead on the glass window, an inch away from her neck. “I love you so much that it hurts. I want to obey you so much that I dream about it. ”

Then, suddenly tears began pouring against her neck. Instantly, she pulled his face before her, her eyebrows creased. “Please, believe me, I love you. I have, for so many years.” He wanted her to believe him, accept him, and stop his chest from hurting so much.

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“Even here you want to leave me?” He spoke hurtfully, his tone cracking with the simmering pain in his chest.

“What are you talking about?” She was angry, glaring at him. She didn’t want to be there. She did not want to hear a word from him. How could she trust him?

After he locked her up right after confessing, did not hear her say what she wanted to, and left her like that in that hotel room.

Now, he was coming back after hours.

How could she love someone like him? She was cursing herself for loving someone like him.

“I don’t want to be just your boss.” He said, his throat tight, gazing down at her.

“You’ve already said it. Now, I want to go.”

He was holding a wildfire inside his heart for so many years. Now, he had the chance to let it free. Discarding the fear completely, and what she had said, he grasped her wrists and pushed her backwards, leading her towards the large glass.

He pinned her hands against the glass, his chest heaving and grunted against her lips, “don’t you understand? …. I.. love you.”

A tremor courses through her heart, she doesn’t trust him. Who would if they confess like that?

She tried freeing her hands, jerking them, but he grasped them strongly, and rested his face on her neck with a quivering breath. “Please…” His tone was tender, almost like he was crying, trying to make her believe him. “I love you.”

Suddenly she feels dampness against her neck and instantly pulls his face before her. He blinks at her with soaked eyelashes. She finds herself in total astonishment.

“Please, believe me, I love you. I have for so many years.”

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Dressed in a red pencil skirt, and black blouse. It was really her, as the woman in the reception had claimed.

His chest sank, his eyes froze on her, his heart throbbing with an ache he had long felt because of her.

She was looking just as magnificent; her black curled hair, her sharp brown eyes, and her red lips — “I want to leave.” She suddenly spoke, looking up at him, breaking through the daze he was wrapped in.

He flinched, and blinked, taking a sharp breath into his tight chest, coming back to his senses.

He was so happy to see her, he was floating above the sky at that very moment, his heart wanting to cry out his desire before her like a child. But hearing her say how she wanted to leave, his heart throbbed, but only with pain.

He could not bear that pain any longer; wanting her, needing her, and seeing her so far away from his reach. From his reach, who could have anything.

And even when he was in a place which could have possibly killed him, through the danger he took just to see her, just to be with her, no matter if it was not real, she wanted to leave.

It broke him.

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He kept himself composed even when his own footsteps echoing through the corridor surged his heartbeat with exhilaration.

The room he was searching for appeared, and he instantly halted, pushing the two-doors open.

There was an ache in his chest, he did not believe he could get what he wanted. But if this was the chance for him to have it even for a while, he was willing to take the risk of losing his life.

A huge room under dim light was exposed before his steely eyes. He breathed, clenching his jaw, his heart racing and turned his head to find what he was here for, a woman was sitting at the edge of the bed. He could not see her properly.

His heartbeat dropped, the ache in his chest coming up from the box he had it hidden under.

Her body language, her aura seemed like her.

Could it really be her?

While his heart had wavered, his head was spiralling, he maintained his stance, clenching his fists, while she got off the bed and stepped towards him.

As she came closer to him, the sound of her red heels echoing, his world froze. It was really her.

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With her core quivering from the eagerness she felt on his tongue, she shoved his mouth away with a feeble hand, knitting her eyebrows at him.

He drew tired, shallow breaths, his pupils glistening with primal hunger in them as he licked his lips clean.

He had been taken over by his nature to hunt, and he needed her for survival. Every inch of his body was screaming for her. He slithered down, and began licking her inner thighs. He wasn’t letting even a drop go to waste.

His long, bifid tongue sticking so voraciously against her skin, sent jitters down her spine. Her waist arched, sweat coating her skin like second skin. Her head spun from pleasure, tingles spiralling all over her body, while his tongue trailed up, nearer her heat.

He was in a trance, saying just one word, “more,” his heart on fire, as well as his senses.

Her chest heaved, her groin overfilled with his eagerness. It was as if she was losing control even over herself. So, she slapped him, darting her eyes on his glazed eyes.

But he still continued saying, “more.”

His insanity sounded like a threat to her — threat to overpower her authority.

She would never let him forget his place. She would always remind him where he belongs and where she does. She gritted her teeth and slapped him again.

Yet, his plea grew needier, his fingers tightening around her thighs.

“Are you fucked in the head?” She grunted, pushing him on the mattress, and sat on his thighs, grasping his throat.

“Give me more, Manasa, please. I need more.” He cried, his face turned red from all that eagerness, the glaze just as persistent.

She saw that he was not getting normal anytime soon, and instantly mounted his face, her shins digging into the mattress beside his face.

A smile so insatiable drew upon his face while his tongue instantly entered her, his knuckles around her thighs pulling her closer.

He began flickering his tongue, his eyes rolling back, lost in the ecstasy that his heart felt overflowing with pleasure.

Against the strong lashes of his tongue, she began grinding, her moans circling the room, her fingers clutching into his hair.

His whimpers leaking pure pining intensified the pleasure surging in her body, her body twitching.

The knot in her stomach grew bigger and stronger. Her body tightened, her head spun, her arms stiffening when she released in his mouth, grunting like she had run a mile.

Yet, he wasn’t fulfilled.

As her juices oozed against his tongue, and entered his throat, his fingers tightened around her thighs, his tongue continuing to flick inside her insides, his mouth sucking her dry.

“God! You’re insane.” She pressed her palm to his forehead, and lifted herself away from his mouth.

“More.” He gasped, hissing his long tongue out, and leaned up against her vagina, his drowsy eyes fixed on the goal.

“Get back in your position.” She breathed as she slapped him, making him fall back into the pillows.

“Manasa.” He cried, slithering helplessly onto the mattress. He had to obey her, even when all he wanted to do was glue his mouth to her vagina and have at her.

“I’m giving you nothing, if you continue to act like this.”

He quickly zipped his mouth, his eyes still glazed, and breathed, “yes, Manasa. I’m sorry.”

Once he was put in his place, she positioned against his cock. He was watching her with impatient eyes, biting his lip with a heaving chest, waiting for her to sink him in deep pleasure.

He wanted to feel that security, belonging and ecstasy again. He wanted to feel like he belonged to her so deeply that his own identity disappeared.

“Manasa.” He grunted a cry, gripping her waist. He could not waist any longer. His dick was twitching with thick pre-cum.

He bucked his hips, and pulled at her waist when she slapped him and said, “behave!”

He cried out louder, but controlled himself, the nerves on his huge arms popping as she finally, slowly sat on his dick.

It slipped in easily, shoving him back into the land of pleasure and belonging: his hands fell back into the mattress, clutching the sheets, his hips slowly, automatically bucked into her, his lips creating such a lustrous melody, his eyes closed.

He bit onto his lips, his head sinking into the pillows. She ground on him, her heart racing, watching how submissive, how devoted and how he gave himself to her, taking every bit of pleasure with so much need.

He looked divine. It pulled at her heart. She could watch him like that for hours. She could fuck him for hours, just to watch him like that.

“Manasa.” He called her name, turning his head into the pillow, lost in the pleasure.

She moaned, her eyes darkening and paced her hips.

Her sweat dripped on his chest, her hands squeezing his neck. All he did was call her name, and, “I love you so much, Manasa.”

She breathed out in pure satisfaction, rolling her neck at the ceiling. It was all she ever wanted and dreamt of.

A man like him was her dream, moaning under her, telling how much he loved her.

“Open your eyes.” She grunted, her insides tightening.

His eyes unbolted as if heaven itself had hailed upon him. The mist in his eyes pulled him closer to losing his mind, when the darkness in her eyes crossed through his palpitating heart.

A smirk on her face sent a shiver down his body, and then a cry of pleasure cracked through his mouth, his dick shuddering inside her, his juices flowing.

Her insides caught the heat of his dick, her own release shuddering against his quivering cock. Her body caught in the fire, tightened and she collapsed upon his chest.

Her eyes opened, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her stomach against the mattress.

She breathed heavily for air, as if she had run a mile, and lifted herself, sitting up. Her mind was still in the mist of the night in that conservatory. She opened her eyes properly, looked around, her eyes tired and realised where she was.

In her room.

The rose had served her and taken her back to where she belonged. In her room. In her world.

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Weak, she pushed his eager mouth away, her eyebrows squinting at him. He pulled heavy breaths, his eyes darkened, licking his lips and slithered down, cleaning her inner thighs with his tongue.

“More.” He whispered, his tongue sliding closer to her heat. He was in a trance.

Heavy breathing, she slapped him. He looked at her, the darkness in his eyes still persistent and whispered, “I want more.”

It sounded more like a threat of a mad-man.

She slapped him again, but his raspy request only grew needier and, his fingers tightening around her thighs.

“You’re such a slut.” She grunted and shoved him on the mattress, sitting on his thighs, her hand on his throat.

“Give me more Manasa, please.”

She slapped and mounted his face. His tongues instantly entered her, his hands tightening around her thighs.

She began grinding. He began flickering his tongue, his eyes rolling back into an universe where he’s lost in ecstasy.

Her moans circled the room, her fingers clutching into his once again, the knot in her stomach building until her thighs quivered and she released in his mouth once again.

Yet, he wasn’t fulfilled.

“More.” He gasped, licking his lips, getting up as she slid back onto his thighs.

“Get back in your position.” She breathed as she slapped him.

“Manasa.” He cried. He had to obey her, slithering helplessly on the mattress, while she positioned his cock once again against her vagina.

It slipped in. He began crying from so much pleasure, his heart about to pop out.

The pleasure took over them once again, skin grazing against skin, sweat and dripping, gasps echoing.

“Manasa.” He cried, telling her how much he loves her.

She watched the mess of him under her, groped his throat, her heart racing when finally they released, their juices mixed together.

She collapsed on top of him.

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He nods and grasps the end of the stocking near her thigh when she slaps his knuckles gently and says, “with your mouth.”

He stops and stares for a moment, his cheeks flushing, before he smiles and lays down, and grabs the end with his teeth, staring at her and slowly pulls it down, his hands gently grasping her leg

Taking it off, he knuckled it. His green eyes gazing deep into her soul, he slithered up, sniffing the stocking and then dipped onto her other thigh.

Slowly, he mouthed it and while looking into her eyes, pulled it down, slowly down on the knee. He adjusted, his palms flexing on the mattress and removed it completely, leaving her legs glistening under the sunlight.

She smirked, a dark glint in her eye sparkling and then, moved, caging his chin between her fingers to pull him close to her face.

Her warm breath quivered his senses. He shut his eyes, his eyebrows creasing. His pink parted lips waited with a bated breath.

“Take off your underwear.”

His eyes opened. He gulped, staring into her eyes with a needy look and then leaned back, standing above her.

The connection of their eyes remained unbroken. He was entranced. She was intrigued. In his fingers he grabbed the edges of his black underwear and peeled it down, revealing the grown, leaking desire hidden until now.

She tilted her head like, prying on him, spread her leg, and nudged near his ankle with her foot.

He quickly dropped to his knees, and crawled adobe her, his hands tingling with each movement.

Right above her face, his face against her, he breathed a heavy breath, his eyes blinking and said, “Manasa, may I?”

She smiled, curled her arms around him and tucked his hips in. His dick grazed against her stomach, leaving drops of pre-cum on her skin. “Just put in, already.” She said.

He scanned her face, blinking uncontrollably and reached at his cock with a palm.

His cheeks were burning, his heart was thumping. He kept his eyes on his cock, his palm positinig it against her cunt. He just could not look at her, he could feel her daggering eyes.

He saw how wet her cunt was and how easily his dick slipped inside her and it drove him harder.

Grunts echoed in the room, veins on his arms popped out, his arms holding too much pressure, holding him above her.

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He continued begging, pleasing her, give it to me, Manasa.”

Within seconds, she orgasmed in his mouth, grunting, gasping and clenching the head of the bed so strongly, the slivers slipped into her nails.

Quivering, she gets off his mouth and sits beside him. He gets, licking his lips clean, wiping his fingers and slithers in between her open legs once again, licking up to her thighs from her ankle, staring at her like he hadn’t just been fed.

“Manasa.” He hisses as he kisses near her innerthigh, “give me more, please.”

She smiles, her insides burning and slaps him, watching him bite his lip.

“More.” He hisses and looks up at her. Instead of slapping him, she grazes her finger against her leaking vagina and brings it near his mouth.

He instantly sucks onto him, whimpering, grasping it like a candy. “More.” He says with the fingers in his mouth.

She chuckles and slaps him again, and unhooks her bra, and removes them. His eyes, even for a second, do not scatter away.

Darkness blooms. She wraps her knuckles over his cheek and lifts his face up, his body moving with it.

She pulls him closer to his face, his breaths so palpable, her clit quivers. “Take your pants off.”

His pupils dilate, he quickly unbuttons his pants and while sitting, he pushes his pants off with a struggle.

He quickly kneels before her and says, “the underwear, Manasa?”

“Take it off too.” She smirks, watching him remove his underwear and sit back just as he was.

“Take off my stockings.”

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“Look at me.” Her words blazed through the center of his chest, down to his torso. His head instantly jerked, his eyes shifting to hers.

“Good boy, Fizzy.” The words slipped out her mouth just as smoothly as his dick slipped inside her mounting cunt, cinching her groin and her throat into a melody that rock hardened his cock.

His knuckles clamped around her waist to a point of his shoulders aching. Her palms flexed on his abdomen, pushing down so hard that he felt the juices inside him clutched in her hands.

Although his dick had entered her so smoothly, they both needed time to adjust to each other’s thawing genitals.

The sensation, the warmth and the closeness with each other was soul consuming. They needed to breathe into it, settle their minds and then sail ahead.

Her cunt slowly loosened around his twitching rod, her breathing becoming gentler. Her spinning head gingerly approached composure, her blazing insides assimilating with his body.

She opened her eyes, her fingers relaxing on his abdomen and saw him biting his lower lip, his eyes tightly shut as his body mildly quivered.

A smirk, her heart thrilled and she began grinding on his cock. With each grind, as pleasure coursed up to her stomach, his dick twitched inside her, being squeezed.

“You’re so fucking huge.” She grumbled, leaning down by the waist, towards his face.

Anticipation coursed through him, multiplying the pleasure. His lips fell apart, his tongue waiting to meet hers.

“Do you want a kiss, Fizzy?” Her lips whispered above his palpitating lips.

“Please, Manasa.” He begged with insatiability.

She began chuckling, her hands crawling under his head and pulling him on his hips. Now, the way his dick was hitting her sweet spot, and the way her insides were even more tighter drove both of them insane.

“Beg, Fizzy.” She cried in pleasure in his ear, her arms locked around his neck, her hair falling over his face.

“Please, Manasa…” He tightened his arms around her waist as if caging her, “kiss me, please. I beg you.”

The way he cried for it aroused her, her mind slipping in a state of pure satisfaction.

Her arms loosened, she leaned back, her face adjacent to his and suddenly her lips attacked his.

He cried from the way her lips met his as his fingers dived in her damp strands, pulling her closer than possible.

He needed her like air, pour into him and become one.

Her hips paced striking against his thighs, the tip of his dick opening the most discreet insides of her vagina.

Pre-cum seeped from her cunt; both of theirs. His throat tightened along with her groin, his thighs quivering with her hips.

The rhythm only increased and reached a point when he pulled his lips away from her hungry mouth, and gasped for air. “I’m going to cum.”

The eagerness and pure submission in his eyes got her gritting her teeth, her own orgasm approaching–so close. But, instead of riding the wave along with him, she pulled away.

She instantly lifted her hips, and left his dick craving for her in the coldness of the breeze.

Anyone would’ve cried, he did too.

From pure craving and desire for her, he cried, “why Manasa?”

He was left devastated with a quivering body, his mind in shackles of her command.

Such a need fulfilled her heart. She desired to squeeze out more from him, make him cry even more. So, she began removing every piece of clothing from her body.

His throat tightened, his eyes fluttering. Gingerly, he shifted his position, laying his head into the pillows and waited for her to sit on his face with a bated breath.

She smiled as her feet pressed beside his face before she rested her entrance on his awaiting mouth.

“Please me.” She said, her fingers clutched his thick white strands, while he curled his arms around her thighs. “Yes, Manasa.”

He was on top of the cloud, happy and eager.

He began with soft kisses against her clit, containing his excitement, just for the sake of her relishing his tongue to her heart’s content, watching her close her eyes as the pleasure surged into her groin.

Then he licked her entrance, his slit tongue driving her crazy with goosebumps.

She moaned, and her gaze fell upon his heavy eyes looking at her. Chills scattered down her spine. The sight was so beautiful that her fingers tightened on his strands.

He saw the change in her whimpers, and right then he slipped his long tongue inside her, swirling it, hitting the spots even she didn’t know existed.

Watching her pleased, moaning just because of him was the highlight of his day, something that was making his dick quiver and leak pre-cum.

He kissed and sucked, flipped his tongue and dug his fingers deep into her thighs.

“God!” She grunted, every inch of her body quivering. It was a pleasure she had never felt before. Just the thought of his bifid tongue flickering inside her could now make her cum.

His breaths jagged, but his tongue continued, his drifting eyes fixed at her. He wanted her to orgasm in his mouth. Before that, he could not peel away his mouth. He did not want to.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum.” She growled, her body weakened, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. He was eating her cunt mercilessly, whimpering right inside her, blazing her.

She closed her eyes, moaning breathlessly, the warmth and the flickering surging uncontrollable pleasure in her body.

Her stomach shrank, her mind spinning before she finally orgasmed, quivering, grunting and gasping for air.

He peeled his mouth from her cunt, gasping for a few seconds before he glued his mouth back again and began sucking, making even her whimpers quiver.

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He continued begging, pleasing her, give it to me, Manasa.”

Within seconds, she orgasmed in his mouth, grunting, gasping and clenching the head of the bed so strongly, the slivers slipped into her nails.

Quivering, she gets off his mouth and sits beside him. He gets, licking his lips clean, wiping his fingers and slithers in between her open legs once again, licking up to her thighs from her ankle, staring at her like he hadn’t just been fed.

“Manasa.” He hisses as he kisses near her innerthigh, “give me more, please.”

She smiles, her insides burning and slaps him, watching him bite his lip.

“More.” He hisses and looks up at her. Instead of slapping him, she grazes her finger against her leaking vagina and brings it near his mouth.

He instantly sucks onto him, whimpering, grasping it like a candy. “More.” He says with the fingers in his mouth.

She chuckles and slaps him again, and unhooks her bra, and removes them. His eyes, even for a second, do not scatter away.

Darkness blooms. She wraps her knuckles over his cheek and lifts his face up, his body moving with it.

She pulls him closer to his face, his breaths so palpable, her clit quivers. “Take your pants off.”

His pupils dilate, he quickly unbuttons his pants and while sitting, he pushes his pants off with a struggle.

He quickly kneels before her and says, “the underwear, Manasa?”

“Take it off too.” She smirks, watching him remove his underwear and sit back just as he was.

“Take off my stockings.”

He nods and grasps the end of the stocking near her thigh when she slaps his knuckles gently and says, “with your mouth.”

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