《The Order Of Machiavelli》39 - ♣ Served A Dosage Of The Unknown (iii)
Advertisement
Her breathing got fumbled up, as she struggled against her holds.
Fuck! He damned well knew where to place a vibrator. It was placed directly at that one bud of sensation on her body
"Dominikov please" she bursted out. She'd already been worked out sensitive, when those other hands had been on her. So with just a little effort from these intense vibrations, she was already at her peak. She didn't want to give any of them the satisfaction of Cuming
"You're doing the one thing I hate the most Vivienne. Begging. It makes no difference. The pleasure isn't going to stop. So revel in it. My first question. Do you still love Richard?" he asked.
Such a silly question really, coming from such a powerful man. Guess even the strongest of us, could get insecure, Vivienne thought. Had she herself not been a little insecure a few minutes ago? Which was what even brought her into this tied-up mess in the first place
She thought of what to answer. The vibrations were still getting stronger. She needed to say an answer, any answer as long as it meant him stopping the rumbling in her clit.
Her legs and lips were shaking uncontrollably now, trying to reign the pleasure in. she wasn't screaming but was moaning against her will from the pleasure now.
"Ohhh...no...no...um... No I don't..love him..but I certainly don't like you either...mmmh...I'm fucking in love with myself!"
She was about to...was almost...she couldn't hold her orgasm much longer, and as if on cue, Dominikov breathed out
"Cum" one word , and she screamed out in wild abandon, her head thrashing from side to side, her body convulsing as the vibrations tore at her. No more. No more. Her brain chanted. Her eyes had travelled to the back of her head, the vibrations were too intense, she was getting dangerously close to passing out and at that moment, Dominikov swiftly unshackled her legs and handcuffs from the wall and she fell limply into his arms.
Advertisement
"I'll kill you Dominikov" she whispered, passing out.
And before she did, she heard him reply "No you could only try il mio cuore batte".
************************
Vivienne woke up dreamily, to the cool summer breeze. Sitting up fully, she quickly took note of her surroundings. She was in some sort of...pool house.
Looking to her side, she was met with the beautiful waves from a very huge pool, the sounds from its waves, sounding like a sonorous melody; with the cool air generously lavishing over her features and her long blonde hair.
Her mind absent mindedly went to the colour of her hair. Blonde. The black dye had been washed off, plus her brown contacts had been unanimously removed. In other words, this was really her with no disguise. The real question was: who went through all the trouble?
she got up from some sort of bed, where she'd been laid down, at least she was still putting on the same flowery printed dress she'd been on, yesterday. She made a quick check, to see that it was still her black bra beneath her clothes.
Going over to open the huge fancy glass doors, she walked outside the pool house, to see very huge torrid movements in the large pool.
She wondered what could be moving in the water so fast, because even ten people swimming in a pool as large as this, wouldn't stir the water up this much.
For the first time, looking upwards, and away from the pool, she instantly stopped in her tracks, her heart beat palpating so wildly, she came close to forgetting how to breathe, as she was met face-to-face with one of the finest views anyone would ever see! The huge mansions! The waterfall! Even the trees and lights and decorations! Everywhere! Oh! My!...
Advertisement
"How's the view?" she heard a voice. His voice. Interrupting her thoughts; and she immediately whipped around to where the sound was coming from, and what she saw, didn't just merely come to making her heart stop. It did make her heart stop.
Dominikov, swimming and riding the huge waves of the big lake, with five very huge sharks heading right at him, almost closing in on him with their very sharp pointed teeth
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ • • • • • ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ • • • • •
Voila! another.
to
Vote!!
Click the empty start below page of this chapter. It's just a single star, but it goes a long way to show me how much you appreciated the chapter, and the story as a whole. Even if you're a silent reader, it really doesn't take much to hit the empty star! Thanks a lot!😜
Xoxo! ♣ ♠ ♪ ♥ ♦ ••• ♣ ♠ ♪ ♥ ♦
Comments!!!
This is just as important as voting, ergo, even more important, peharps. Comment on parts of the chapter you loved, changes you peharps want me to effect, or what you just generally loved about the story. It's really really appreciated. And it shows me that, alright Esther, there are people out there who are genuinely reading your works, and genuinely love it. If it's a criticism you wish to chip in, that's fine too. As long as it's useful and constructive.
Follow!!!!
Alright, so this is just as important as well. You tap on my profile from the story, and go hit the follow button, if you genuinely liked the work, or wish to learn more about me, the author. Also, you're always alerted on your page, whenever I post a new chapter update on any of my works, including this one!
Stay tuned!
Hey! hey! Before you go, hav you VOTED yet?
Pls do so before you leave
BYE BYE!!!!😜😜😜
Advertisement
- In Serial77 Chapters
Decompose!
Dear diary. When you read stories about some people missing and returning after years of absence claiming they were living in another world, your first reaction is to scoff and dismiss a story as a tall tale, right? I know I did. All the time. Until it happened to me and I no longer did. That day was today. Some god of thunder smote me. If it were Chris Hemsworth, I wouldn't mind but it was some barbaric Hitite god that abaondned Earth some four millennia ago. Yes, what can I say? I love the seventh art. I have more hours watching movies than any other activity, including sleep. What? Do you think I'm exaggerating? Maybe I am. I'll really miss hollywood the most. And my biggest regret is that I never got to visit the holy city of cinema. I did not come to another world to be a hero even though there was hints that they hoped I'd save it. I did not come with overpowered abilities able to, dunno, leap tall castles in a single bound, faster than a speeding crossbow bolt, be more powerful than a eight-horse carriage, the bounds. No. After the asshole god that murdered me brought me to his world, he gave me some boons from his discount bin and "The Power of my Soul (tm)". Forgive my french, I hope you understand I am rather upset at dying. And he somehow decided that my power is to recycle stuff. How awesome is that? Not much at first, I must admit. At least I got all my camping stuff and equipment with me. There's no lycra in the other world. I'll make it someday, but that day is not today. So here I am. In another world, in the middle of nowhere. I'm no heroine. As the song goes, I'm your basic average girl. And I'm assumed to be here to save the world. But almost everything can stop me, because I'm not named Kim. Wish me luck, diary. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This novel is going have the following features: slow-paced slice-of-life No GameLit / LitRPG elements. Movie references. Sandra likes the seventh art. Journal / diary style crafting (includes chemistry, engineering and metallurgy) low magic technological advancement (for Sandra, at least. She is not against sharing though) personal relations clash of perception between the modern and ancient customs. bits of tension, fighting, and plot here and there. I won't repeat myself though. Once she crafts a good batch of soap, for example, she'll just note, "I crafted soap again." Once it is estabilished how she obtains compound X, compound X2 that is obtainable from the same process will also just be mentioned. I'll try to be as realistic as I can with the crafting, chemistry, and technology. Cover: Public Domain Image by StockSnap from Pixabay. No attribution required but we do it anyway.
8 134 - In Serial17 Chapters
Deshawn Dale and the Hidden World
Deshawn Dale (DD) is your average 16-year-old, nerdy black teen. He likes comics, anime, girls, sports, and school - in that order, of course. DD's life takes a drastic turn when he receives a mysterious gift from his older brother - a black half mask. Unfortunately, he has no time to be confused as suddenly he is hunted by shadows, inducted into a secret hidden animal-themed organization, and tasked with saving the world from an ancient evil. DD must learn to accept his new life quickly if he doesn't want to lose everything - which really sucks because all he wanted was to have a lazy and carefree existence. Release schedule: Saturdays @ 12pm CT.
8 194 - In Serial18 Chapters
Sandhailer
The deserts of Yalmae are relentless: its sands are scorching by day and freezing by night, ready to consume any unprepared travellers.A nameless man, known only as 'Sandhailer', sets out across the unforgiving dunes. His sole purpose is to deliver a message, and he has never failed to do so in time.But when he finds a wounded soldier, he has to choose between his mission, and his morals.
8 167 - In Serial49 Chapters
Blood and Honor (Rewrite)
Fate is such a simple and complicated word. It is also the name of the most popular VRMMORPG. Do what you want, be what you want. Your fate is what you make of it. Their is also wealth and power from Fate Online for those willing to take it and fight for it. For the people fighting from the bottom up, they are willing to do almost anything. Even kill or betray. I learned that the hard way, but when a man losses everything, he can do pretty much anything. Note* I do not own the Pic, I did not create it. All credit of the PIC/Art goes to the original creatorNote* Rewrites are coming starting 08-March-2021Note* Chapters will be released on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.Note* This story will contain profanity, violence, cursing, sexual content, offensive language, jokes about fantasy ethnic groups (People that aren't real in other words), etc... So if you are easily offended, perhaps you should not read this story.
8 88 - In Serial75 Chapters
[BHTT - EDIT - HOÀN] Ảnh Hậu Là Chỉ Miêu
Tác phẩm : Ảnh Hậu Là Chỉ MiêuTác giả : Tô TửuThể loại : Nguyên sang, Bách hợp, Cận hiện đại, Giới giải trí, Ngọt vănThị giác tác phẩm : Lẫn nhau côngPhong cách tác phẩm : Nhẹ nhàngĐộ dài : 74 chươngCP : Lâm Đoản Đoản x Quý Lan
8 206 - In Serial15 Chapters
Pluto x Reader
Thank you for picking this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it ❤️ Love you xx ~Kathy
8 131

