Chapter 7

• In the cozy room, her moans filled the room as she twitched. When she thought bathing herself in that honey state in front of the public would be the end, it was only but the beginning of her troubles.
• That mystery man tormenting her mind, was hard to push away.
• With that view, on a large couch, the soft but smooth muscular figure lifted Syntia's legs above his broad shoulders, then spread them apart. Swallowing hard, she watched him settle between her thighs.
• "I'm starting to get addicted to pink, Syntia. Fuck!"
• Syntia's cheeks flushed when he lowered his head, studying her exposed pussy entrance. The hungry grin playing on his lips made her melt into liquid. With great struggles, she tried to put his blurry face together but it seemed like a heavy task each time he tampered with her body.
• "I don't think we should. We--"
• "Shh!"
• Shushing, Syntia's shuddering naked body pinned beneath him, with his finger pressed against her lips, she felt his hand caressing hidden parts of her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head when he got her in the mood so dangerously, leaking warmth down below.
• He suddenly stopped.
• "If you love me…" --he kissed her heated cheek lightly– "you will let us do this. Or don't you love me enough to do this with me?"
• "I--"
• He ran his tongue up Syntia's thigh as his strong arm grabbed her leg, holding it still. As the figure aimed further down, Syntia swiftly grabbed his hand, but he kept moving deeper and deeper until it reached the end. With a loud cry erupting from her, he followed ecstatically, sinking his teeth into his lower lip.
• "This hurts! It hurts, it hurts! Fuck!" The stretched letter 'C' almost snapped as the screams ram through the walls.
• Dragging her breath out as the pain hit her hard, Syntia's eyes snapped open to meet the alarm's screams echoing across the room. Her bulging eyes scanned the scattered room searchingly, then pushed herself up in a sitting position on her bed, resting on the wall. Breathing heavily, she grabbed the rattling alarm clock at her bedside table and hurled it into the wall. A large crack instantly appeared on its edge.
• "Why do I keep having these steamy dreams? I mean… Why?" Her brow knotted. "And that man that keeps–" A wince shut her up as it slipped out of her mouth.
• It wasn't real, but why does it feel too real every single time? And now… that sting while he was penetrating me… it feels…
• As hard as it was that it kept on, her lower body caught fire at every strike.
• "What the hell is this? Huh?"
• Struggling to sit up, Syntia's hand brushed the dangling strands of hair off her face as the breeze fiercely entered through the crack in her window. Now leaning against the flowered wallpapered wall with contorted emotions washing over her face, a tear dropped on her arm and she quickly dabbed on it.
• Carefully sitting on a sofa, her open palms covered her face. Right there, she weeped hard. Her body trembled slightly.
• A while later, she slid her hand in between her thighs and felt the wetness pooling there.
• "Oh no… why this again..? Now look at the panties I changed, not quite long." Wearing a deep frown, she pounded her tight fist against her thigh.
• Running her hands through the sticky wetness brought a twist to her face.
• "That man…" Scrambling to her feet, she rummaged through a drawer next to the sofa. "Great! No more panties left because of these crazy steamy… and kind of sexy dreams!"
• Later still, stuffed grumbles fell out of her mouth in a heap, on the sink filled with wet panties that needed washing. Shaking her head, she yanked down that one on her, kicking it off.
• "I'll just have to do it this way then. I'll wash this one now, then dry it with a clean towel." Nodding softly, she put her hand on her chin. "Yeah, that will do for now. And maybe on my way back from my shift tonight, I might get a dozen or more…"
• Staring at her reflection in the frosty mirror hung on the wall, Syntia wrung a cotton panties then tossed it into a bowl under the sink.
• "Where is the money for the dozen panties, you idiot?!" She slapped on her cheek, softly, and cackled childishly. "The solution… oh well, I just need to find that hot man and kill him! That's right. Kill the bastard and stay dry. No more wetness, and no more wet… Oh God, no!"
• ******
• Still at the backseat of the slick car, the father and son's dark glare shook Adam more. Every now and then, he glanced at them through the rearview mirror.
• "I don't like you, Daddy. You are mean! You are mean!" King burst into tears.
• "Son!"
• When King successfully got into Kelvin's skin, his face darkened. As little as he was, his fierce gaze wasn't wavering. His wails got fiercer each time he opened his little mouth.
• "I want mommy! I want my mommy to get me popsicles! I don't want you anymore, Daddy! You are not nice! I want Mommy and Nana now!"
• "You will get a spank from me now if you say 'Mommy' one more time! Don't you dare me, son!" His jaw clenched.
• Mommy. That word was supposed to be dead from my son's mouth, but he kept pushing me to the wall to see how far I could take the incessance…
• "Nana! Daddy is mean to me, Nana!"
• The sharp scream dragged Kelvin back from his thoughts.
• "This is the last warning, King! I'm gonna punish you now."
• King's lips tightened as his body trembled. Tears rolled down his chubby cheeks as he stared dangerously at his father.
• "You are mean, Daddy! Mean Daddy! I'll tell Nana everything!" Trashing himself in his car seat, King wailed nonstop. "My Nana will come for you!"
• "Argh!"
• Kelvin knew the frustration had gotten stronger when he pulled at his hair.
• "Stop this thing now, King! Keep quiet this second before I put your little ass in that boarding school!"
• Blinking, King stopped instantly. Boarding school was obviously a no no thing for his little soul. So he figured it would definitely seal King's mouth.
• But did it?
• The sudden second round grew louder as King's mouth opened wide. Kelvin turned to Adam who cowered in the driver's seat, shifting uncontrollably.
• "Adam?"
• "Yes, b--"
• "If I ever see you looking like that again… like a fucking homeless beggar, you automatically lose your job! Got that, you idiot?" Speaking through gritted teeth, Kelvin poured out his frustration.
• "I am sorry, boss. It won't repeat it--"
• Holding his right hand up, Adam ceased talking.
• "Get the door, then bring my son up to the twenty-ninth floor, I'm having a meeting there."
• "Yes, boss."
• "Make sure he has stopped crying before bringing him up."
• "Yes, Mr. Blakes."
• Adam rushed out. He got to the door with his head bowed. Taking one last glance at his wailing son, Kelvin got out of the car without another word. As he took heavy strides into the skyscraper bathed with the evening magic lights, he shoved Adam aside. Heavily built suited bodyguards escorted him in as the door slid open.
• Halting at the entrance, Kelvin tilted his head back, squinting his eyes as he gazed into the heavens. The smoky clouds floated roughly, blanketing most parts of the city in darkness. Shifting his gaze from left to right, Kelvin noticed the heads tilting back and their wide eyes glanced at the dark clouds.
• "Good morning, Mr. Blakes."
• As he climbed up a spiral staircase, everyone bowed and greeted him. Now standing in front of an elevator, he stopped, then glanced over his shoulder.
• "Mr. Blakes?"
• "Shut up!"
• Kelvin snapped at a bodyguard next to him. The bodyguard lowered his head, taking a step back.
• Scanning the vast hallway, Kelvin spotted a figure approaching him. With each click of the young blonde woman's heels, his lip curled up slightly.
• "What the fuck, Kelvin? I didn't see you last night as planned." Swaying her waist softly, the blonde walked towards the big boss with a knotted brow.
• Licking his lips, Kelvin scanned her every curve with his eyes lustfully as he savored the moment. As his stone-faced bodyguards watched covertly, Kelvin leaned closer to the blonde and shoved her to the elevator door, grinding his crotch against hers.
• "I'm still mad, Kelvin. This won't do no matter how fucking hot you're looking."
• "Oh yeah? My sweet Belinda…"
• Belinda bit her lower lip, following Kelvin's gaze to her slightly exposed cleavage.
• "Sorry, lovely. You should blame that hot bitch."
• "Uh? What–" Raising her brow, Belinda wore a confused face.
• "You see, that fresh girl I fucked last night, caged me… down there. I had no time left for you, sweet Bel."
• "Kelvin!"
• Kelvin pressed Belinda harder against the elevator. "Hush now, sweet thing. Get into the elevator and let me lift you up."
• Their faces were almost touching as Kelvin's lips roamed over her face searchingly.
• "You know I'm too big for just a single woman. You should learn to share, sweet thing."
• Swallowing hard, Kelvin's bodyguards' curious eyes followed their big boss as he grinned devilishly. Each silently clutching their crotch.
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