"What's wrong?" he stopped and asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. But I was too busy laughing to respond, and in a playful moment, he spanked my butt. I yelped, wriggling in his grasp, but he held me firmly, refusing to let me down.
"You," I muttered, still giggling.
"Why?" he asked, a knot forming his eyebrows.
"Let's go back to my room first," I said, trying to regain my composure.
In the end, we made our way back to my room, and he gently set me down on my bed.
"Now explain," he said, crossing his arms and looking at me seriously.
I took a deep breath, my laughter fading as I met his gaze. "I was just joking with you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could see the anger simmering in Lukas' eyes.
"So every word you said was a lie then?" he asked again, his voice filled with barely contained rage.
"Yes, except for the fact that Jake really visited my room," I said, trying to lighten the mood. But my attempt at humor fell flat, and Lukas' eyes darkened even further. He took a step towards me, his belt already in his hand.
His eyes darkened again and unbuckled his belt.
"W-What are you doing?" I asked him as I slowly backed away. Maybe I pushed his buttons too much.
He didn't answer, instead, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. His lips crashed onto mine, and I was lost in his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, and I moaned softly. He stopped kissing me and looked at me, his eyes filled with desire. I suddenly realized that my hands were tied by his belt.
He swiftly undressed me, his eyes never leaving mine. I was naked before him, and I felt a thrill run through me. He leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth once more. He broke the kiss and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.
He knelt before me and spread my legs apart. I was already wet, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He looked up at me and smirked before he leaned in and started eating my wet pussy. I moaned loudly, my hands tied, and I couldn't touch him. I squirmed under his touch, and he held me in place with his strong hands.
He continued to eat my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me. He didn't stop, and I moaned loudly as I came, my body shaking with pleasure. He didn't stop, and I came again and again, my body trembling with each orgasm.
He stopped and looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices. He smirked and stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. He undressed himself, his cock already hard and ready. He slapped my ass, and I yelped in surprise. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, positioning me on all fours. He slapped my ass again, and I moaned.
He positioned himself behind me and slid his cock inside me. I gasped as he filled me up, his cock stretching me. He started moving inside me, his thrusts slow and deep. I could feel every inch of him inside me, and I moaned loudly. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I moaned and moaned, my body shaking with each thrust.
He reached around and started playing with my clit, his fingers working their magic. I moaned even louder, my body shaking with pleasure. He continued to fuck me, his thrusts becoming harder and harder. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and I knew I was close.
He slapped my ass again, and I yelped in surprise. The pain mixed with pleasure, and I felt myself cumming. I squirted, my juices covering his cock. He didn't stop, and I continued to cum, my body shaking with each orgasm.
He finally came, his hot cum filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot on my neck. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and I knew he felt the same way I did.
He untied my hands, and I turned around to face him. He kissed me again, his lips soft and gentle. I smiled at him, my heart still racing.
"I was just joking with you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I know," he replied, his eyes filled with love. "But I couldn't help myself."
I drifted off to sleep, my mind finally quieting as I succumbed to the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of Lukas beside me.
In that half-sleep, half-awake state, I heard Lukas' voice, faint and distant. "....Stella, if I let you free, would you still choose him... or me?"
I was too tired to understand what he was saying, and soon, I slipped back into a deeper slumber.
The next morning, I managed to wake up early, despite feeling like the bones in my body were about to fall apart. I turned to my side to see Lukas still sleeping peacefully, his features relaxed and serene. A small smile crept onto my face as I watched him for a moment, feeling grateful for the connection we were building.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The cool tiles felt refreshing against my feet as I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. I took my time, allowing the steam to envelop me, washing away the remnants of sleep.
After my bath, I dressed in comfortable clothes—jeans and a soft sweater—before heading downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Joe already preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Miss Stella," he greeted me with a warm smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Good morning, Joe! I slept well, thank you," I replied, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "How's everything on the plantation and ranch?"
"Everything is running smoothly. The crops are looking healthy, and the livestock are doing well. Javier will have the latest reports ready for you shortly," he said, moving around the kitchen with practiced ease.
I smiled at the mention of Javier. He was Joe's son, training under his father, and I had known him since we were kids. He was five years older than me, and although he was more mature we had shared many childhood adventures especially on the ranch.
"By the way, why didn't I meet him yesterday?" I asked, curious about his absence.
"He just got his certificate yesterday. He's now a certified butler," Joe said, pride evident in his voice as he boasted about his son. "He's been working hard for this, and I couldn't be prouder."
"That's amazing! Please give him my congratulations when you see him," I said, genuinely happy for Javier. It was great to see someone I knew achieving their goals.
"I will, Miss Stella. He'll be thrilled to hear that," Joe replied, a smile spreading across his face.
As I finished my breakfast, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. I remembered all the times Javier and I had played together as kids, exploring the ranch and getting into mischief. It was nice to see him following in his father's footsteps, and I hoped he would enjoy his new role.
After breakfast, I decided to head outside to check on the plantation myself. The sun was shining brightly, and the fresh air felt invigorating.
I made my way through the ranch first to get my favorite horse, Striker. As I approached the stables, the caretaker greeted me with a warm smile. "Miss Stella! You want to take Striker for a walk?"
"Yes, it's been a while since I got here," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement. I loved spending time with Striker; he was more than just a horse to me—he was a companion and a source of joy.
After saddling him up, I led Striker out of the stable and into the open fields. The sun bathed everything in a golden light, and I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of grass and earth. It felt like a perfect day for an adventure.
As I walked through the fields, I could see the crops swaying gently in the breeze, and I felt a sense of pride in the hard work that had gone into maintaining the land. I spotted a few workers tending to the plants, their laughter and chatter filling the air. I waved at them, receiving cheerful greetings in return.
Now that, I checked everything and everything's fine, I finally urged Striker to run. I felt the wind in my hair as we galloped across the open fields, the world blurring around us. It was exhilarating, and I felt alive in a way that only riding could bring.
As we reached the edge of the property, I slowed Striker to a gentle trot, taking in the breathtaking view of the landscape. The rolling hills, the vibrant colors of the crops, and the distant mountains created a picturesque scene.