Forbidden Bedroom

"Aron's point of view,"

She stepped out of the room and thudded, shutting the door behind her.

Seeing her flee from me as if she perceived a ghost in me made me smile. This lady is truly strange.

After such intense sex, ladies typically prepare for more, but this woman fled away from me.

Did she not have fun with me?

No, that is not possible. I realized she had an orgasmic experience with me; therefore, why did she flee?

Maybe she was offended when you poured your sperm over her.

Oh, come on, what did I do wrong with it?

But after abandoning me in this room alone, where was she going?

What would I do on my own without her?

In this room, I needed her for everything. I want to try everything on her—the leg spreader, the handcuffs, the whip, the rope, the collar, and the blindfold. I want to see how her body reacts. I've got to bring her to this room. She needs my permission to exit this room. Once more, I want to feel her tight pussy.

Again, my junior is interested in crashing into her vaginal walls.

I attempted to cover my bare body so that I could leave the room to look for her. However, she fled while wearing my clothing, which I was going to wear. I remembered her fearful expression when she saw me staring at her nude body.

Was she merely acting bashful to get my attention, or was she truly that shy? No, I don't believe she tried to entice you in any way. I became aware that I had wounded my ego, thanks to my subconscious.

How could she not even try to seduce me right away? When every single woman in my company is eager to seduce me at every turn, it's difficult to resist. I decided to leave the room in just my underwear, as I couldn't find anything to cover my body with.

Well, Miss Grace tried to protect herself from me by confining me in this chamber. I smiled at her stupidity.

Did she believe she could just walk away from me? I opened the door with the control key and grinned at her immature behavior.

"Where are you going, Miss Grace?" She locked the door to my room and went inside before I could stop her from entering my bedroom.

How dare she enter my bedroom? I had never before let a woman into my bedroom. I'm fine with them all being in my playroom, but this woman is starting to irritate me and make me feel even more angry.

I turned on my room's hidden security camera to watch her activities.

I assumed she would be startled to see how opulent the place was, but when she didn't act in the way I had anticipated, my curiosity about her grew even more. All she could see was the king's size bed, and she couldn't care less about the room's opulence.

No, do not dare to sleep on my bed; if you do, I will fuck you so hard that I won't care about your sobs. I clenched my fist in anger. I was about to rush into my room and pull her out when she abruptly turned her attention from my bed to the bathroom door.

Oh, I see. She intended to take a bath. How could I pass up the chance to watch this stunning woman take a bath?

I sat in the hallway and used my phone to link up with the hall's LED TV, allowing me to view her nude figure on my 72-inch ultra-4K curved LED.

She tossed my shirt into the jacuzzi's corner.

How dare she so carelessly toss my shirt?

But then I caught a captivating glimpse of her nude body. I had never previously seen such flawless booty. Sight is undeniably a goddess of sex. She stepped into the jacuzzi and began to rub her body vigorously.

Has she gone insane? What was she doing? Why is she inflicting such pain on her delicate body? I wanted to jump into the jacuzzi with her, but that would have prevented me from seeing this stunning sight.

She needs some time to get used to being comfortable in front of me in her naked condition.

There is no doubt that if I were to enter the bathroom right now, I would be compelled to observe her amusing antics from the convenience of my hallway until that fateful day when I could give her a hard fuck in this jacuzzi.

She exited the jacuzzi and gave herself a gentle body wipe. In front of the mirror, she engaged in self-conversation. I regretted at the very moment that I had not fitted the microphone in my house; otherwise, I could have listened to what she was saying to herself.

Her golden hair spread all over her face as she let go of the towel. I harbored a strong desire to seize her hair tightly and coerce her into a passionate, dick kiss. Her wet hair makes my fantasy flare up once again.

I wasn't even blinking as I observed her natural beauty. Why did she put on so much makeup in the church when she was already so attractive without it?

Where is she heading now? She went into my cabinet, looking for something.

Oh no, don't sabotage my cabinet.

She pulled out my seven favorite shirts and tried each one on. This woman is truly insane. After ruining through my seven shirts, she landed on my favorite white and blue check shirt.

If anyone else wore my shirt, I am sure I would kill him till now, but she looked so sexy in it that I wanted her to wear it every day.

Through my shirt, I could see her knees. She opened her shirt's two upper buttons, giving a good view of her cleavage.

She looked very hot in my shirt, even if it didn't fit her body.

She lowered her head to examine her privates, and much to my astonishment, she reached into my medicine cabinet and pulled out a first aid kit. I noticed her with curiosity in the same way that I was watching an intriguing film with many twists.

Seeing that she had applied lotion to her vaginal opening made me chuckle uncontrollably. She was hilarious. I've never seen a woman with such humor. I mean, who applied cream to her vagina simply because she had a small cut from losing her virginity?

She dozed off as soon as she lay in bed. That's it; I have to go to her and tell her to go sleep in another room because I can't stand having her lie on my bed.

Or maybe I'll have to take her into my playing room for our next round.