The Darling Vice Ch. 01

Some confessions are too filthy to say aloud. Unfortunately, mine is still unfolding and I've reached the point where keeping quiet is no longer an option. But before I get into my rather naughty confessions, I suppose I should introduce myself.

I'm Rose, 21 and fresh out of college. I'm the only child, born into a pretty wealthy family, so I've never really had to worry about much. You know how it is with rich families. We have people taking care of the house, gardeners and staff for just about everything. Well, I guess I was a little spoiled growing up. Some of my classmates certainly thought so. A few even nicknamed me "Rich Bitch Rose." Charming, wasn't it? I've always been fit. No not the gym-obsessed protein-shake kind of fit, just enough to keep my curves in all the right places and enough to notice when someone's looking and to feel comfortable in my own body.

Also, life has been easy for me like no sad backstory or tragic struggles, just a smooth ride cushioned by my well-off family. If I ever face problems, they're the kind I create myself with my witty and mischievous mind. I'm that kind of girl who never falls for butterflies or stolen glances.

Over the years, I've had my fair share of people confessing their feelings including guys, and sometimes girls telling me they want to be with me and every single time I've turned them down not because I was shy or didn't enjoy the attention but simply because I didn't feel anything for them at the time but lately, something inside me has changed like a hunger I can't ignore, a need I don't fully understand and a desire burning with heat. One thing I know for sure is that I'd do anything to satisfy myself. Growing up, I was always the good-girl type which was the one who never entertained dirty, filthy jokes or let her mind wander into forbidden places. I definitely had fantasies but I kept them locked away untouched and hidden behind self-control and the belief that I wasn't the kind of girl who did those things. Until now. Now, it's the other way around.

Anyway, I'm currently working part-time at a cosy little flower shop. It's a simple job, just arranging bouquets, emotionally manipulating customers and making sure the place smells like romance and regret. The shop's owner was Mr. Boris, a large man in his late 40s whose presence filled a room without effort. He had run the shop for years but before I joined things in his life had taken a turn for the worse. A few months ago he lost his wife. Though they were already separated, her death still hit him so hard. Afterwards, he was never the same like a quieter and moodier, like a man stuck in a life that wasn't moving forward. He still owned the shop but it was clear he didn't care about much else.

When I arrived, my job at the shop was straightforward like boost the sales, keep customers happy and convince them that overpriced roses could fix their love lives and guess what? I was good at it. Since I joined sales have been going really well and Mr. Boris has also noticed. At first, he treated me like any other employee but then something shifted. I could see it in the way he watched me work, in the softness that crept into his tired face and the way his mood lifted whenever I was around. But there was something else too. Sometimes his eyes lingered on me a little longer than they should. Nahhh... it's probably nothing or maybe it's just my imagination.

And sometimes that one moment is enough to change everything. I had no idea that moment would come while I sat behind the counter, aimlessly clicking through Mr Boris's laptop literally bored out of my mind. He wasn't in the shop at that time and there were no customers. So I thought, why not? I wasn't snooping I swear. He'd given me the password as I was his only employee and I wasn't digging through anything personal. Just folders and files until I noticed a hidden one. At first, I hesitated and I made the cursor hover over it again and again. I knew I shouldn't open it but my acute curiosity grabbed me and my finger stopped over the trackpad. Then I clicked and then my whole world just stopped. There were hundreds of files, videos and pictures of girls and women. So many women - some posing, some in explicit scenes and some doing things that made my body heat up in ways I hadn't expected. Some of them looked young, kinda of my age. The files were sorted into categories like BDSM, erotic, creampie, taboo and more.

I caught my breath for a moment, stunned and embarrassed. My heart was pounding but beneath the shock I felt something else, like a bold, lustful excitement that genuinely turned me on. Why? Before I could dwell on it, I slammed the laptop shut and my pulse thundering in my ears.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Boris walked in. I quickly looked away from the laptop, hoping he hadn't noticed anything. He didn't say a word about it as he simply brought in a box of supplies and then put it down and went about his business as usual. I tried to do the same but it wasn't easy. Every time I glanced at him those pictures came back to me. I wondered if he'd left them there by accident or if he knew someone might find them. And the worst part? I had no idea how I was supposed to look him in the eye and pretend I hadn't seen a thing.

A few days later a familiar customer came into the store. I'd seen him before. He was a decent-looking and polite guy but this time something seemed unusual as he bought a lot of flowers.

I raised an eyebrow, "What's the occasion?"

His lips curled into a proud grin. "Ahm! I'm going to propose my girlfriend tonight."

I forced a smile and pretended to be happy for him but inside I felt a twist of something unpleasant. "Damn!" jealousy.

Not towards him but towards them. I envied what they had the thrill, the rush, the hunger. My mind was spiralling, wondering when it would be my turn. Was I destined to stay like this, too shy, reserved and untouched?

Meanwhile, another strange event occurred that afternoon. As I was heading to the bathroom, I heard it- a low, rhythmic sound. I stopped dead in my tracks. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to hear. Then I recognised the voice of Mr. Boris. He was in there and from the hitch in his breathing and the low, rough whispers and I knew exactly what he was doing. He was masturbating, probably while watching porno. I couldn't see clearly but the sounds were enough to guess. I should have walked away but I didn't. I stood there as my heart was racing like a horse, while my body responded in ways I hadn't anticipated. I listened as he took sharp breaths and muttered something under his breath. I couldn't catch all of it but what I did hear was probably someone's name projected over that porno while he was moaning?

I couldn't control myself as a raw heat pooled between my legs and both thighs clenched tightly. I hated how much I wanted to know and how much I wanted to be part of it. After what felt like forever I finally forced myself to move. For a moment my feet became unsteady and I stumbled back to the counter, pretending I hadn't heard a thing.

A few minutes later, he stepped out. Had he seen me or realised what I'd heard? As usual, his face was calm and unreadable but as he handed me the keys, the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.

"I won't be at the shop tomorrow," he said casually. "You'll have to handle it alone, okay?"

"Sure, Mr Boris," I replied casually as well.

I nodded, trying to seem as though nothing was bothering me. He was nearly at the door when he stopped and turned around.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have a little surprise for you. A birthday gift," he said. "I'll give it to you when I'm back. I promise."

Before I could ask what it was, he had already left.

I literally blinked a few times in shock. Did he remember? A small, unexpected warmth spread through me but a few minutes later I received a notification on my phone. A friend request from Mr Boris in my Mugbook, my social media account. "Oh! So that's how he knew". "Hah!" For a moment I thought he had remembered on his own.

"Gaawd... I'm just overthinking this."

The next day was painfully dull. Not a single customer walked through the door as I spent most of my time sitting behind the counter literally glancing at the clock every now and then and hoping someone would show up. I couldn't remember the last time we had gone an entire day without making a single sale.

"I don't think so. Once Mr Boris checks the day's figures, he's not going to be very pleased with what he finds."

For a moment I wondered why I even cared so much. It wasn't as if he had ever treated me badly. Just quite the opposite actually, he was always nice to me and sometimes even slipped a little extra into my paycheck or greeted me with one of his warm smiles.

I leaned back in my chair with a sigh while lost in thought. I really shouldn't be thinking about him that way. Still, it did nothing to make the slow day feel less frustrating though. I became restless and aching and pressed my thighs together as I tried to suppress the heat curling low in my abdomen. A pulse between my legs slowly intensified into a burn that made me shift in my seat. "Mmmm..." I was so horny that my clit pulsed, drenched in desperate need, aching to be touched. For a moment a wicked thought crossed my mind like what if I slipped my hand under the counter just for a second and teased my soaked pussy while letting my fingers play with my needy clit? No one was here, so no one would see, right? Then I swallowed hard and squeezed my thighs together as my breathing turned shaky.

Then, suddenly, the bell above the door jingled and I jerked upright as my body still hummed with unfulfilled need. A thin rough-looking man walked in, his clothes slightly soiled as if he'd been through some trouble. He looked to be in his late 30s, maybe early 40s. I watched him move toward the counter in slow and deliberate steps.

"What's the least expensive bouquet you have, girl?" His voice was low and grumpy, nearly indifferent.

I really wasn't in the mood for this. After a boring day, mounting frustration and a strange restlessness I couldn't shake, the last thing I needed was some random customer making things difficult.

Then he looked at me. Not just a quick glance either, his eyes wandered over me slowly as though he were sizing me up and he didn't seem particularly interested in hiding it. I caught him doing it but before I could say anything, he just gave me a cheeky little smirk and came out with a line that would have offended most women.

"Hey, girl... how much do you cost, huh?"

I probably should have felt angry or disgusted but strangely I didn't. The comment caught me off guard but I reacted in a way I hadn't expected. Instead, I leaned forward slightly, letting the neckline of my shirt dip just enough to reveal a little more cleavage with a teasing smile slowly spread across my lips.

"Why don't you come and find out?" I said in a lusty, playful voice. "But it'll cost you."

His expression changed slightly. "How much, darling?"

I ran my fingers along the edge of the counter pretending to think about his question and after a moment, I looked straight at him and smiled.

"Well, how about you buy the most expensive bouquet in the shop... and give me another hundred dollars?"

I paused as I watched his reaction before adding with a cheeky little smirk, "aaand I'll show you my boobs"

He cut me off and said, "I'll give you $200 if I can touch them." His voice was now thicker, edged with boldness.

I hummed, tilting my head. "Nope." I dragged out the word watching his anticipation grow. Then slowly I leaned in, dropping my voice just for him. "I'll give you a better deal."

I traced the counter with my finger while playing up the tension. "Buy the most expensive bouquet... and give me $300."

My gaze travelled down his chest and after a few moments, he drew back with his hungry stare. "And you can grab them both and play with them however you want, but only for one minute."

Raw desire flickered clearly in his eyes. "Deal." His voice turned rough at once.

A strange thrill ran through me as I knew I was being reckless but that only made the whole thing more exciting. We moved towards the far corner of the shop, well away from the entrance and the front window, where nobody passing by could easily see us. I glanced towards the door once before turning back to him. Then, with slightly unsteady fingers I started undoing the buttons of my shirt. The fabric loosened and fell open and I felt a little self-conscious for a second but that feeling didn't last long as his hands soon found their way to me, and I let out a soft gasp at his eager touch.

"Ohhhh... mmhh"

His fingers pressed into my skin, squeezing my boobs so tightly that I gasped sharply and my body trembling from his touch. He wasn't gentle but he didn't need to be. His palms traced my curves, pressing, moulding and claiming every inch as if he were trying to memorise the shape of me. Then his fingers found my nipples.

A gasp caught in my throat. "Ohhh... fuuck."

He rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make me tremble and intensify the ache between my thighs.

I bit my lip, stifling a whimper as he toyed with me, squeezing, flicking and twisting. It was too hard, then not hard enough until he found just the right pressure. As Heat coiled deep in my belly, it spread like wildfire through my veins. I felt something bold...

"Ahhhh..."

"Ahhh... Fuck... me... mmmm..."

Something I shouldn't have wanted, and yet... I did.

His warm breath brushed against my skin and when I looked up his eyes were fixed on mine. Something almost shameless about the way he looked at me as though he had stopped caring about hiding his interest. I felt exposed under his gaze but I didn't look away. If anything, I found myself wanting him to keep looking and now his thumbs moved over me again, taking their time. I caught my breath and instinctively leaned closer, then let out a quiet laugh at myself. I couldn't believe I was actually standing there, letting this happen. Just a little while ago, he had been a stranger making a ridiculous offer. Now I was finding excuses not to step away.

Then, just as I was getting used to his hands on me the minute was up. I stepped back, still feeling a little breathless and looked down at my shirt. My nipples were still hard beneath the thin fabric, making it painfully obvious how much I'd enjoyed those sixty seconds. I quickly pulled the sides of my shirt together but the man was still staring. His lusty eyes lingered on my breasts before moving back to my face. He seemed quite pleased with himself and that cheeky grin wasn't helping. I was about to remind him that his time was up when he casually reached into his pocket and pulled out the cash.

"Oh, my GOD!!! It's not $300, it's $500."

"You're worth extra sweety," he murmured, handing me the bills with a smirk. Before I could react, he leaned in quickly and kissed me deeply.

It wasn't just some quick and innocent peck either. He kissed me so well that I was still thinking about it when he finally pulled away. He then winked, almost as if we'd just shared some private little joke and said, "See you later, sweetie." and then he walked out as casually as he'd walked in. Seriously? And just like that, he was gone.

I stood there for a moment and tried to process what had just happened. My cheeks were literally burning and also my shirt was still a little out of place and I was embarrassingly aware of how turned on I still was. "Gaaawd, what had gotten into me?" I had never done anything remotely like that before, let alone with a complete stranger who'd walked into the shop and made me an offer like that but the ridiculous part was that I couldn't stop smiling and thinking about it. I'd enjoyed every bloody second of it.

The rest of the day carried on as usual. A few more customers came in and thankfully sales picked up. By closing time, I'd actually had a pretty decent day. Nobody looking at me from the outside would've guessed what had happened earlier. I was still the same girl working behind the counter of a flower shop helping customers choose bouquets and taking their payments. Except I didn't quite feel like the same girl anymore.

That evening when I got home, I did something I'd never dared to do before. I had been on social media for years, sure but I never posted anything like this until tonight. It wasn't anything crazy, just a full picture, casual with tight jeans and a fitted top, except this time I let a bit of cleavage show. It was enough to see if anyone noticed and wow the reaction was immediate.

The comments started pouring in, beginning with my college friends and their usual teasing...

"Look at our introvert, Rose! She's all grown up now!"

"Damn, girl! Took you long enough!"

Then, there were the other comments from men I didn't even know, who had been following me.

"Fuck, where have you been hiding all this?"

"Damn, those curves, baby. Let me take you out."

Even creepy kinds of too... like...

"I bet those bumps would feel amazing in my hands."

"You should post more... without the shirt next time."

I smirked, biting my lip as I scrolled. I was enjoying all that attention very, very much until I saw a comment that made my gut flip.

Mr. Boris!!

"Looking beautiful."

I caught my breath as my fingers hovered over the screen then moved before I could stop them.

Should I reply? Or should I ignore it? And before I could decide, a message popped up from Mr Boris.

"How did things go at the shop today?"

I exhaled and tried to act normal. I told him all about the sales, the customers, and everything else, everything except the slutty part, obviously. He seemed genuinely happy to hear the news and a few minutes later his next message arrived,

"I've got a special gift for you tomorrow."

My heart thundered like a whale's tail crashing through the water. A gift? What kind of gift? I swallowed hard and tried to contain the thrill bubbling fiercely inside me.

The next day when Mr Boris walked in, I sensed something was wrong. He wasn't his usual self, he lacked his usual warmth and easy smirk. Instead his eyes held a deep and quiet sadness.

I hesitated a bit before asking, "Mr Boris? What happened?"

He let out a slow breath and ran a hand over his face. "My daughter... my one and only daughter got married... and left the city without telling me."

His voice cracked slightly as he said, "She abandoned me, Rose. She abandoned me!" His eyes were filled with sadness.

I could see the pain etched across his face, the weight of loneliness pressing down on him. He looked ready to cry but was forcing himself to stay strong. Even at his lowest. Then he drew a small gift box from his pocket and handed it to me, his voice soft. "Happy Birthday, Rose. This is for you."

I blinked in surprise then carefully unwrapped the box with trembling fingers. Inside was a beautiful music box. Tiny figures of a boy and a girl ran through the snow toward a castle. They seemed almost real, and the music was melancholy and beautiful yet mesmerising. I loved it and without hesitation I threw my arms around him and held him tight. At first, he stiffened his body tense and uncertain. Then he let out a soft sigh and slowly wrapped his arms around me. His embrace was strong and protective, maybe a little too tight as his warm breath brushed against my hair, and I felt the steady beat of his heart beneath me.

At first, it was just a hug. He was upset and I was only trying to comfort him, nothing more but somewhere along the way, the hug started to feel a little different. As his hands stayed on my back longer than I'd expected. I could feel his fingers moving slightly against my shirt and instead of stepping away, I found myself leaning closer. I could hear him breathing near my ear and suddenly I became very aware of just how close we were.

He smelled familiar that same masculine scent I'd noticed around the shop countless times before. Only this time I was close enough to notice it properly. My hands were resting against his chest and I could feel the firmness beneath his shirt. I had never really paid attention to things like that before. Then one of his hands moved lower, settling against my waist. It was a small movement, almost hesitant but I noticed it immediately. I looked up at him, wondering if he was feeling the same strange shift that I was. I knew I probably should have stepped back. But I didn't.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. We were still standing close with his hands around mine and neither of us said anything for a few seconds. I looked straight into his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He seemed just as unsure as I was. Then his thumb moved gently across the back of my hand. I knew this wasn't how a daughter comforted someone or how an employee behaved with her boss. I probably should have let go, taken a step back and put some distance between us. But I was still holding his hand.

Then he tightened his fingers around mine and leaned closer and before I could make sense of what was happening, his lips touched mine.

It was brief, almost hesitant. I didn't move at first and neither did he. Then he suddenly pulled away. He stared at me as if only just realizing what he'd done. I'd never seen Boris at a loss for words before.

"I... I'm so sorry, Rose," he stammered. His whole body was rigid, his hands clenched at his sides with his trembling fingers.

"Please... don't tell anyone about this." His voice was a strained, hoarse whisper and broken as he continued, "This was simply just a mistake. I don't understand why I did this. I..."

Then he exhaled sharply and rubbed his face, his hands trembling. "I have no one left. My... my life will be over."

His desperation was palpable and edged with deep regret and overwhelming fear. Yet I felt neither fear nor disgust, instead I was aroused. My lips still remembered the warmth of his touch and my skin simmered with the tension between us. I could still sense the hesitation in his grip and the way his fingers had hovered uncertainly before he finally pulled away. But I didn't run or speak and instead, I turned to the door, locked it and flipped the sign to "Closed."

Then, I slowly drew close to him again and embraced him. But this time... I tipped my head back and kissed him; a deep, lingering and desperate kiss without hesitation and I felt his whole-body shudder.

For a second, his hands stayed at my waist as if he was still deciding whether to go any further. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me again and This time, there was nothing hesitant about it.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, getting caught up in the kiss before I could think twice. His hands moved down my back and settled firmly on my hips, drawing me closer. I could feel the tension in his body, and the way he held me made it clear that he wasn't quite as calm as he usually seemed at the shop.

I let out a soft moan against his lips and he kissed me more fiercely. His tongue met mine and I responded without the awkwardness I'd expected. My fingers slid behind his neck, pulling him close as I forgot entirely that he was my boss.

When we finally broke apart, he was looking straight at me. His hands were still resting on my hips and neither of us seemed particularly interested in letting go.

I was still trying to catch my breath, and judging by the way he was breathing, Boris wasn't doing much better. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, looked at me for a moment, and then leaned down and started kissing my neck.

I sucked in a breath. His lips moved slowly along my skin, stopping just below my ear before moving lower. I tilted my head to give him more room, one hand sliding into his hair. His other hand stayed firmly on my hip, keeping me close to him. I could hardly believe how comfortable I'd become with his touch, especially considering how differently I'd always thought of him.

"Fuck, Rose," he whispered against my skin, his voice dripping with hunger. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

I whispered, "I did! And I knew exactly what I was doing to you and I wanted more."

His voice was soothing but unmistakably needy. He took his time, stroking me and coaxing my body to open, letting me adjust to the stretch. Then he paused as his fingertip pressed against a delicate barrier deep inside me. He caught his breath and looked up at me as his fingers still nestled between my thighs.

"Rose, you still have your cherry," he whispered, his voice tinged with awe and desire.

I gulped, my chest heaving as I looked at him. I anticipated this moment but now that it arrived, I felt a mix of nervousness and intense arousal.

"Do you trust me?" he asked softly.

I nodded, my fingers trembling as I reached out for him.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, biting my lip.

He exhaled, his thumb softly circling my clit, causing me to shiver.

"Just a little, baby. But I'll ensure it feels good for you, too."

His words brought a deep, aching warmth flooding through me.

"I want this," I whispered. His lips curled into a smirk before he wrapped his mouth around my clit, sucking softly, "slurp... slurp... mmm..."

The pleasure was overwhelming, making my thighs shake as my body melted into his touch, "Ohhhh... gaaawd... ahhhh..."

At the same time, his finger pressed further, pushing against that final barrier. I moaned loudly with a mix of pain and intense pleasure as he slid his finger all the way in, breaking through, claiming that last untouched piece of me. A sharp, fleeting sting followed by an explosion of pleasure as his tongue worked my clit, stroking, sucking and teasing me past the discomfort.

"That's it, baby," Boris groaned, licking me through the sensation. "Mmmmmm... You're mine now."

I gasped, my fingers gripping his hair as I fully surrendered, just to allow him to push me over the edge as his lips consumed me and his tongue worked me until the pain transformed into pure, raw pleasure. My hips moved against his mouth and my body responded instinctively, longing for something more profound. His fat fingers curled inside me stroking that perfect spot and suddenly I shattered. My body tensed up as my pussy clenched around his fingers and the orgasm ripped through me hard and fast.

"Ahhhhhhh...... fucckkkkk!"

I cried out, arching my back and squeezing my thighs around his head as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. Boris groaned as he licked my wet core, savouring every last drop. Once I caught my breath, I looked down at him, noting his glistening lips and his sinful smirk.

"How was your first time, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction.

I flushed, still trembling and aching for more.

"Ohhh... yesss..., Mr Boris. I want to see your cock explode for me just like you made my pussy do!" I whispered, my lips teasingly brushing over his swollen tip before I wrapped them around him, sucking him in. Then Mr Boris groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me, owning me with a heightened aroused energy. I moaned as my tongue swirled around his cockhead, tasting his salty pre-cum, feeling his length twitch against my lips. My hand stroked up and down his thick shaft, my grip tightening just enough to drive him insane as I saw his breath hitch and his hips jerk.

"Fuck, Rose... that's it, baby. Milk my cock. Just like that. Oh yeah..."

His voice was thick with lust as his body tensed while my pace quickened and then I felt it. A deep, guttural groan escaped him as his cock pulsing in my mouth. Hot and thick ropes of cum erupted from his shaft, spurting onto my lips, my cheeks and my tongue. I gasped and captivated by the overwhelming, sticky warmth covering my flushed face.

I slowly and deliberately licked my lips, savouring his taste.

"Mmm, Mr Boris... you're delicious."

His eyes burned into mine with a dark and feral way like a lustful beast. Just like that without a word he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap as our bodies melted together in the heat of our arousal.

"Honey, I need to be inside you now." His fingers traced down my body, gripping his thick cock, stroking it slowly.

I shivered at the hunger in his voice and asked, "Do you want that?"

"Mmm... Y... e... s... yes, Mr. Boris... I... yeah... I want this... but please don't hurt me... It's so tight," I whimpered with my legs instinctively spreading as I looked into his eyes, which were wide and full of need.

He cupped my face with his thumb grazing my bottom lip and said, "I would never hurt you, sweetheart but you must remember... when I take you, it will be real and that cherry of yours? It's now mine."

I swallowed hard as my pulse thudded loudly in my ears. I murmured, "I really wanted this. I fucking wanted him."

"Wrap your legs around me, honey," he said.

I did as he asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he positioned himself at my wet entrance.

"I'm just going to slide the head in first... just like my fingers, okay? Don't panic"

I nodded breathlessly, feeling his swollen tip press against my tight, untouched opening. A slow, gentle push, a slight stretch and a sting. I whimpered as he eased inside me and my body trembled around him.

"That's it, baby. Take me. Let me feel your perfect little pussy."

"Ahh... Mmmm... slowly... please..." I moaned as he pulled back slightly, only to push in again a little deeper this time and then he struck it.

"Ahhhhhh... mphmmhmmmmm... ahhhhh..." I screamed

That last thin barrier. He froze with his heavy breath and his thick cock pulsing against me.

"Fuck, Rose... you're so tight. I can feel your little cherry right here, baby."

I trembled as I held onto his shoulders tightly.

"I'm scared," I whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Just hold onto me, baby. I'll make it feel good."

I nodded, with my nails digging into his skin and then he thrust forward, hard.

A sudden, intense sting surged through me, tearing and stretching to break apart my hymen.

"Aaaahhhh... fuck, ohhhhh... mmmnnnnghh... aaaahhhh, Mr. Boris... ahhhh fuck, please... mmmmmmm... yeahhhh!" "Oh fuck, Rose... I'm inside you." My body clenched around him with pain mixing with an overwhelming sense of fullness.

His lips met mine, stealing the unsteady breath I'd just exhaled. I tensed in response, but then he whispered something against my lips that I barely registered amid the heat rising between us.

"Shhhhhh, baby... It's okay... Just relax. You're mine now."

I took a deep breath as my body gradually succumbed to the pleasure as he rocked his hips, sliding in further and filling me completely. The sting lingered as a deep, pulsing ache in my core yet it didn't quell the desire gnawing within me. My body stretched to embrace him with each inch, urging me to open further, and the pressure teetered between almost too much and utterly intoxicating. I caught my breath again, coming in ragged with broken gasps as he sank deeper and then pure, blinding bliss.

Then his pace quickened, his thick length dragging against every nerve, filling me until I couldn't think, or breathe, only feel. Then I moaned against his lips, my hips moving to meet every deep, delicious thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhh... ohhhhh... yeahhhh... mmmmmm..."

"That's my girl," Mr Boris growled, gripping my waist as he thrust into me harder and deeper, making me gasp and beg. I clung to him, tightening my legs around his back as I pulled him closer, needing all of him.

"Rose... remember when I came all over your pretty little face?"

Gradually, his thrusts grew erratic, harder, and faster. "It's gonna happen again, sweetheart. But this time, all that hot cum is going straight into your tight little pussy."

His words sent a wicked thrill racing through me.

"Oh yes, Mr Boris!" I moaned, "Please! I want it! Fill me up! Make me yours... Ahhhh... mmmmmm"

He then tightened his grip and his hips snapped forward one last time, and then, he lost control. A deep groan and then his cock pulsed inside me, flooding me with his hot, thick release. I gasped as warmth spread throughout me, filling every part of my body.

"Ahhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh... Uhhhhhh..."

It was the most intense and satisfying pleasure I had ever experienced. I was completely his now as my body was shaking from the aftershocks. Mr Boris held me tightly with his lips pressed against my neck and his breath hot on my skin.

"Rose, you were flawless," he murmured.

I smiled, exhausted and satisfied. I wasn't sure how long we had been intertwined, our bodies covered in sweat, fatigue, and the memories of everything we'd experienced. Eventually, we both drifted off with his arms wrapped around me, my body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. I immediately sensed his touch again. And again, his fingers moved between my legs, parting my still-sensitive folds and spreading the mess we had created. I gasped softly with my thighs instinctively opening and a lazy, satisfied smile appeared on my lips.

"Mmmmmm... Mr Boris..."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pressed his lips to my neck, gently sucking before whispering in my ear.

"Sweetheart, from now on, call me Boris."

I shivered with his hot breath against my skin, his fingers slowly trailing teasing circles over my swollen clit. I leaned into his touch, still sore, longing and craving for more.

"Did you enjoy yourself, baby?" he murmured, kissing my shoulder as his fingers slid lower, spreading my wetness. I whimpered, my legs trembling as another wave of pleasure rippled through me.

"Mmmm... yes, Boris... you made me feel wonderful."

Then he tightened his grip again as he dragged his cock against my slick entrance teasing me and rubbing against my swollen, sensitive folds.

He whispered, "And I plan to make you feel even better tomorrow," biting my earlobe as I whimpered and pressed my hips against him craving for more but instead of giving me what I wanted, he smirked and pulled away.

"Take the day off, sweetheart. Rest well cause you'll need all your energy for tomorrow."

I pouted, still burning with desire for him but he only laughed, took my chin, and drew me into a deep and possessive kiss. His hungry lips claimed me once more as his tongue stroked mine until I was dizzy with desire.

"Now go, baby, before I ruin you all over again."

I smirked and pressed my body against his one final time, whispering into his lips.

"I wouldn't mind that..."

His low growl sent a shiver down my spine, and I tensed at the thought of what tomorrow would bring. Reluctantly, I got dressed; my legs trembled and my body still hummed from everything we'd done.

Before leaving, I turned to him with my lips curling into a playful smirk.

"Better be ready for me tomorrow, Boris."

He grinned, licking his lips, his eyes blazing with sinful promise.

"Oh, sweetheart... You have no idea what I have planned for you."

That night, when I got home, my hands still tingled from touching him and my skin burned where his fingerprints lingered. I could still feel him inside me, stretching, filling, and claiming me.

After some time, I grabbed the diary which Mr Rust had given me and my fingers were trembling slightly as I opened the first page. Then, I documented every detail touch, gasp and each dirty, delightful moment. By the time I finished, my legs were clenched together and my body burned with the memory. After I finished writing, I closed the diary biting my lip as I breathed in soft and heavy pants.

"Ohhh... myyy... Gaaawd... I want more and more; and tomorrow, I'll get it."

Finally, I put the diary away, switched off the bedside lamp and settled under the covers. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. I had no idea what Boris had in mind but after everything that had happened between us, I was curious to find out just how far things would go.

And if he thought I was going to spend tomorrow behaving like his innocent little employee, well... he was in for a surprise.

After all, I was beginning to discover a different side of myself and I was nowhere near finished exploring it.

To be continued...