PG 18
A little explicit views, it's at viewers discretion PG 18
Emrys's eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity as he remembered Vanya's strong expression. He smiled to himself, lost in his own twisted fantasy.
He smiled unzipping himself. He imagined her begging under him,
He imagined Vanya begging for mercy, he remembered her touch and how soft she was,her touch soft and gentle beneath him. He recalled the sound of her voice, and his eyes closed in rapture as he gave in to his desires.
he recalled her voice as he rubbed up and down groaning as he imagined her squirting for him. She would be bouncing on him and begging him to fuck her bitchy cunt.A low groan escaped his lips, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He opened his eyes, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face as he cummed all over the seat she was on before
Emrys's gaze fell upon the seat where Vanya had been sitting, and he felt a surge of possessiveness. He had marked her, claimed her as his own.
....
Nolan sat at the head of the conference table, his eyes scanning the room as his team of executives and advisors discussed the latest plans to improve the business. The meeting had been going on for hours, and the tension in the room was palpable.
"I don't understand why we can't just invest in the new technology," one of the advisors said, his voice rising in frustration. "It's the future of the industry, and if we don't get on board, we'll be left behind."
"I understand where you're coming from," Nolan said, his voice calm and measured, "but we can't just throw money at a problem without doing our due diligence. We need to make sure that this technology is going to pay off in the long run."
The advisor nodded, but Nolan could tell that he was still skeptical. The meeting continued, with the team debating and arguing over the best course of action.
As the meeting dragged on, Nolan's mind began to wander. He was exhausted, and the lack of sleep was really starting to take its toll. He had been struggling with insomnia for months now, and he knew that he needed to get professional help.
But for now, he just tried to focus on the meeting, nodding and making notes as the team discussed the latest financial reports.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meeting came to a close. Nolan's assistant, a quiet and efficient woman named Sarah, helped him gather his things and wheeled him out of the conference room and into the car.
As soon as they were on the road, Nolan let out a deep sigh and ran his hands through his hair. He was exhausted, and the lack of sleep was really starting to take its toll.
"Sarah, can you please turn up the heat?" Nolan asked, his voice low and rough.
"Of course, Mr. Nolan," Sarah replied, adjusting the temperature controls.
As the warm air began to circulate through the car, Nolan felt his eyelids starting to droop. He was so tired, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
But as he drifted off, he found himself thinking about Vanya and the lunch she had made for him and thoughtfuly brought to his office.
He had to admit, the food had been delicious, even if it wasn't exactly his favorite dish. He had always hated vinaigrette, and he was allergic to chocolate, but he hadn't wanted to disappoint Vanya, so he had suffered through it.
But what had really touched him was the effort she had put into making the meal. She had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to make sure that everything was just right, and Nolan had appreciated the thought.
As he remembered the way Vanya had smiled at him as she served the meal, Nolan's expression relaxed, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He was grateful for Vanya's presence in his life, and he knew that he needed to make more of an effort to show her how much he appreciated her.
But as he drifted off to sleep, Nolan couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He had been distant and preoccupied during dinner, and he knew that Vanya had noticed. He made a mental note to apologize to her as soon as he could, and to make it up to her in any way that he could.
Little did Nolan know, Vanya was going through her own ordeal, one that would change everything between them forever.
As Nolan slept, his mind was filled with images of Vanya and the dinner she had made for him. He dreamed of her smile and her laughter, and he knew that he had to make things right between them.
But when he woke up, he was alone in the car, and Vanya was nowhere to be found.
Nolan wheeled himself into the empty house, expecting to see Vanya or at least one of the staff members. But the silence was deafening, and he was met with an eerie stillness.
Just as he was starting to feel a sense of unease, his phone rang. It was Catherine, and her cheerful voice was a welcome respite from the emptiness of the house.
"Hey, Nolan! I hope you're doing well. We're all at Tom's place, visiting for a couple of days. We'll be back soon, and I'll make sure to bring back some of those delicious cookies you love."
Nolan's eyes lit up at the mention of cookies, but his excitement was short-lived. "Hey, Catherine? Can you give the phone to Vanya ?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Nolan's heart sank. "Nolan, I don't know where Vanya is," Catherine said, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion. "She didn't tell me anything about her plans. But I do know that she went to bring you some food when we left. She said she wanted to make sure you were taken care of."
Nolan's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected Vanya to have not returned by now .
"Did she say anything else?" Nolan asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.
"No, she didn't," Catherine replied. "We didn't really talk much before we left. She just said she was going to bring you some food and that she would see us later."
Nolan's mind was racing with questions. Where had Vanya gone after bringing him food? And why hadn't she told him anything about her plans?
"Thanks, Catherine," Nolan said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'll talk to her when she gets back."
After hanging up the phone, Nolan decided to search the house for any sign of Vanya. He wheeled himself from room to room, calling out her name, but there was only silence.
As the minutes ticked by, Nolan's worry turned to frustration. Where could Vanya be? And why hadn't she told him anything about her plans?
Finally, exhausted and defeated, Nolan decided to take a shower. Maybe the hot water would help clear his head and give him some ideas about where Vanya could be.
As he wheeled himself into the bathroom, Nolan couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He hoped that Vanya was okay and that she would come back to him soon.