"So, let's clean you up so that we can continue this on the bed, right?" he says, a packet of tissues. After kissing me tenderly, he starts cleaning me up.
This feels spectacular. His cleaning me after a steamy moment has become a routine, I love the kind of special care feeling it brings. His touch is gentle and attentive, me feel cherished and adored.
He pulls up my pants after he is done cleaning me and helps me back to my seat.
"You want me to do that for you?" I ask as he starts wiping the cum from his cock.
"No," he replies with a teasing smile.
"No? Why? I just wanted to return the favor," I say, a bit puzzled.
"I will start imagining some dirty stuff if I see you do this. But you can do it after our round!" he says with a playful wink.
"Tenth what?" I query, eyes wide with surprise and amusement.
"You heard me, wifey! This urge can't be quenched with just three or four rounds. So ready." He says this as he pulls up the zipper and fixes himself up.
"Just don't break my walls, okay? You still need me and my sweet V-G tomorrow, "
"And forever,” he cuts me off with a kiss that I had not seen coming. “Worry not, . I will be gentle, okay?" He leans in for another kiss. "Let us go." I nod my head, we step out of the car.
I cast the first glance at the gate to see whether the guards seem aware of the insanity just took place before them in this Lamborghini, but what I see horrifies me to , leaving me engulfed in flames of fear and worry. All the guards lay flat on the with their weapons, unmoving.
"Damian?" I call, my voice trembling with panic. He turns to look at me, his mirroring my shock and confusion. His usual calm demeanor is replaced a mix of fear and astonishment.
I sweep my eyesight around the compound, taking in the nerve-wracking scene us. Every guard and every human being in sight is in the same state—lying on the ground. The eerie stillness is overwhelming, and the silence . The only sound is the rapid beating of my heart pounding in my ears in this lull.
Everything was just fine a few moments ago when we drove in. What the hell ?
"oh, my God!" I ask as I drag my feeble legs to the guards, but Damian grabs me.
"No, Ellie! Stay back! I will go check," He says, plopping his bag on the floor and to the seemingly dead-sleeping guards, feeling their pulses one by one.
"Well, Damian? Tell me they are alive!" I say as I drop my handbag on the floor and him, doing the pulse examination on a few bodies.
They have a pulse, and they seem to be breathing too! There are no signs of injuries at . No blood. No bruises. No nothing. I try calling the names of a few that I know, there’s no response. They are in a deep slumber! What happened? The castle dead quiet too, and the situation is paralyzing my nerves.
"Something is odd! I will call for an emergency!" Damian says urgency in his voice hurries to get his phone, while my curiosity pulls me toward the castle.
I take cautious steps, my heart pounding louder with each one. The stillness of the is eerie and unsettling. Every corner of the usually bustling estate now like a scene from a nightmare. The silence is so thick, it’s almost tangible, and sight of all these people in a state of unconsciousness only heightens my anxiety.
As I approach the entrance, I notice the grand doors slightly ajar. This alone is ; they are always securely closed. I push them open gently and step inside.
The vast hallway, normally filled with the sounds of staff and activity, is eerily silent.
My footsteps echo off the marble floor, each sound magnified in the emptiness.
The door is wide ajar, and all the lights are on. Just like the horror scene outside, all female servants lay on the floor. The fear doesn't allow me to look past the sitting . I am afraid this isn't just an ordinary incident. I take slow steps back, darting eyes from corner to corner to make sure the ghost that did this is not still roaming .
Every shadow seems to hold a sinister secret; every creak of the floorboards sends down my spine. The air feels heavy with foreboding, and I can't shake the that we're not alone in this empty, haunted-feeling castle.
I swallow hard, my throat dry with fear, and force myself to retreat from the chilling before me. The image of the fallen servants is seared into my mind, a haunting of the unknown danger lurking in the shadows.
Outside, the cool night air offers little to no relief at all from the suffocating inside. I stumble out into the open, my heart pounding so loudly that I can it echoing in my ears. My hands are trembling, and my breath is coming in short, gasps.
"Ellie!"
Even the echoing silence stops at this point.
That is not Damian’s voice!
“Ellie?” The voice comes again a second time.
I am frozen, my entire body shaking with fear, but I manage to react. I leap in my , taking a turn in the direction of the voice screaming my name from somewhere the garden.
“El...elli...eee!” That voice!? That familiar voice! It is faint. It is filled with pain. It is worrying.
I bolster my pace, fear driving me.
"Ell..." She didn't get to finish my name a fourth time.
Everything falls dead silent, and I find myself tracing the direction of that voice, albeit a trembling body.