Who is the author

Aron POV

"Aaron, I want you to fuck me like this book describes it." She again showed me Sara's erotic book.

I don't understand how she reached into my study room and found this book. Why did she never grow tired of fucking, even if her back discomfort required rest? I looked at her with irritation. She doesn't have a tight vagina like Sara, so I don't want to fuck her. My junior felt lost in her vaginal hole. Why does she consider herself a young woman and constantly expect me to satisfy her lustful desires?

"Jerry, I don't think it's a good idea to engage in sexual activity right now due to your back discomfort issue. It's time for you to relax." I tried to pretend to be concerned for her because my junior didn't seem interested in having sex with her.

I had fucked her five times since the morning, but she didn't seem to be enjoying it.

"Don't make excuses, Aaron. After reading this sensual novel, I felt incredibly wet. I want to do all of these BDSM things with you." She gave me a furious look.

I wanted to tell her that Sara wrote this book, but I restrained myself because if I revealed to her that Sara is the author of all the adult books on display in my study, she would undoubtedly find out about my contract with her.

I don't want to do those BDSM activities with Jerry. I am only pleased to perform them for Sara, but I have no other option except to fulfill her demand.

Like a puppy, she grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me into the playroom. My breath caught in her tight grip on my collar, but despite my desperate desire to push her away, I lacked the courage to jerk her hand.

She instructed me to use a tie bar to bind her hands and feet.

After tying her hands and ankles, I wanted to run away from her, but she would start threatening to divulge my dark secrets to society if she realized I wasn't interested in having sex with her. I silently obeyed her instructions and blindfolded her eyes.

She requested that I massage her clit area until she had an orgasm. I attempted to soothe her by using my finger to massage her clit, but she appeared to be disinterested in the massage after ten minutes. Consequently, I retrieved the electric vibrator from the drawer and gave her a brief massage. She felt an electric jolt in her vagina and groaned with delight.

I couldn't help but think of Sara when I applied this vibrator to her vagina. To my ears, her moaning sounded like a melody, while Jerry's grumbling sounded like a sobbing donkey.

She was eager to feel the same electric shock on her posterior. Therefore, I applied the vibrator directly to her posterior.

I took advantage of her already-covered eyes to provide my junior with some relief from her torment. I removed the dildo and inserted it into her vagina. She requested that I stretch her legs further as she raised her ass in the air. I relax and use the remote to control the dildo. She let out a loud moan, believing that I had fucked her.

"Please go faster, Aron." She yelled, prompting me to increase the dildo's movement limit.

"I want you to fuck me so hard, Aron." I wanted to laugh aloud at what she said, but instead, I sat quietly and accelerated the dildo's movement. I took the dildo out of her vagina and put it in her asshole because she expressed a desire to feel me in her anal.

When she felt Dildo in her asshole, she insisted on receiving an electric shock to her vagina as well.

I silently did what she instructed. Why was she always so lustful? After our first sexual encounter, Sara never asked me to fuck her again, so I'm not sure why Jerry didn't stop acting agitated after having five sexual encounters in one day.

I must caution Sara not to tell Jerry the truth about her writing all these books. I miss Sara. I want to go to her, but Jerry keeps me busy. Even though I wanted to kill her, there was no way out of her slavery until she released me.

I wanted to choke the living hell out of her. I looked at the wall clock; it was dinner time.

Sara must be waiting for us. What if she heard our loud noises? I wish not to witness the anguish in her eyes. When I saw her red, puffy eyes, I experienced an odd kind of heaviness in my chest.

After two hours, at approximately 10.30, Jerry finally reached her peak and asked me to stop fucking her. With pleasure, I pushed the stop button, tucked the dildo into the drawer, and took the blindfold off her eyes.

"Aron, it was so good." She gave me a thank-you look.

"Yes, I did like our sexual encounter." I sighed in relief when she agreed to have dinner after leaving the playroom.

Where is Sara?

I didn't find her in the dining room. Sara wasn't there when the food was placed on the dining table. I wanted to go find her, but I made myself sit on the dining chair when I saw Jerry. She had injured feet, so I'm not sure why she was cooking. She could have asked Rosy to cook dinner.

"Aaron, I'd like to meet and get an autograph from that book's author." Jerry again complimented Sara's creativity.

"She has the most sexy writing experience, don't you think?" She questioned me while devouring the food.

"She is, in fact, the most unique writer I have ever come across. Her writings are a blend of her imagination and true events, enhanced by a dash of humor." I admired Sara.

"You seem so impressed by her wiring." She gave me a furious look.

"Undoubtedly, her works possess the power to fervently proclaim the truths that individuals such as ourselves have perpetually sought to conceal." I muttered under my breath.

"Did you say anything?" She raised her brow at me.

"No." I quickly shook my head.

"Good night, Aaron. I am going to sleep now." She yawned and got up from the dining chair.

I'm relieved that she's finally going to bed so I can return to Sara. When Jerry returned to the bedroom, I searched for Sara. I couldn't find her anywhere in the house. She was not in the treehouse either. Where has it vanished at this time? I heard glass shattering from the terrace as I made my way to the stairs to look for her.

"Oh no, Sara. What are you doing here? Please come down." I looked at her in shock as she stood on top of the 4th-floor terrace, looking down towards the ground.