C2 Just to Let You Know, I Have Work Tomorrow

Frederic had no clue what he was going to do next, so she obediently did as she was told. Yates’s hands were now wandering up and down her waist. His powerful palm was iron-hit and she could feel it even through her bathrobe.

However, it had been a long time since the last time they did it and she thought everything felt very unfamiliar. Her entire body went stiff under his touch. In contrast, Yates seemed to want to take his time appreciating her. He looked down at the pair of white rabbits hidden in her bathrobe as his slightly moist fingers brushed the tips of her nipples occasionally. Under him, Frederica’s eyes were slightly closed and her eyelashes were quivering.

Frederica bit down on her bottom lip, not daring to open her eyes to look, but she could still feel his breath on her cheek. She had a feeling Yates was probably laughing at her.

This had been going on for the past two years and slowly she was beginning to realize that the more she fought, the more Yates became interested in her. But at the same time, she found it harder and harder to get rid of her nervousness so that she could only speak in a soft voice, hoping that could soften him somewhat. “I…”

Two fingers pinched her nose and Yates’s voice sounded a little hoarse right then. “Call me by my name.”

She opened her eyes and turned her gaze to look timidly at the man on top of her. Her voice came out as a whimper. “Mr. Castillo…”

Suddenly, she felt his warm lips pressing against hers. Frederica obediently shut her eyes. His teeth pulled her lips, neither lightly nor heavily. The tip of his tongue explored the girl’s sensitive mouth to the point where she found it difficult to breathe. She heard Yates’s hoarse and sexy voice sound out right then, “You have work tomorrow?”

Her face flushed red and she said in a catty voice, “Well… I have to film in the morning. Mr. Castillo… And I can’t breathe…”

Yates, of course, completely ignored her request to hold back a little. He simply said “Yes,” rather casually, already putting aside the intention to listen to her. Instead of paying attention to how she was feeling, he reached out and grabbed hold of her chin with one hand, forcing her to give her entire mouth for him to torture. As Frederica’s mouth was crushed against his, she made an “Oh” sound and the tip of her tongue was rolled into the man’s mouth and gently stirred and bitten.

Yates usually smoked and drank a lot, so the more his bare skin touched hers, the more she felt like her body was being submerged in the smell of tobacco and alcohol. He exerted even more strength on her than usual.

The room was spinning around her and her breathing came out uneven. Unconsciously, the belt of her bathrobe became loose, going on to reveal the soft mounds on her chest. Her pink buds, which had been rubbed raw, were now sticking out on the girl’s snow-white skin.

Yates leaned in for a kiss and Frederica herself noticed that her own cheeks, which were already red from lack of oxygen, were completely flushed red. Even though she knew she had nothing to be shy about, her hand was already moving to block his lips, but Yates pressed down on her arm and bent down to bite her hard and hot little mounds.

Frederica could only relent as she felt the sensitive little things on her chest being licked by his warm, moist lips. A moan soon escaped from her lips. “Hmm… Don’t bite that…”

Yates proceeded to lick the soft snow mounds on her chest and asked, “Then which one should I take a bite out of?”

Yates had a smile on his face as if he was simply having a casual chat with her, but his hand was already reaching down and a long finger was inserted in-between her legs. “How about I bite here?”

Frederica, who had already turned into a puddle of water by him, suddenly lifted up her hand and grabbed hold of his arm. She somehow managed to stammer out, “Mr. Castillo!”

He cocked his eyebrow at her.

Frederica braced herself first before saying, “I-I’m thirsty!”

Yates lazily released her and Frederica immediately leaped off the bed and ran barefoot out of the room. She took her chance on a bottle of foreign wine from the cabinet, opened it casually, and poured it down her throat. She even completely ignored Yates’s shouts to not move. She was so petrified of the pain that the thought of making love made her skin crawl and she needed a drink to ease the tension of the moment.

Yates quickly went over to her and grabbed the bottle of wine out of her hands. By the time he put it down next, she had actually gulped down half the bottle in one go. Yates appeared to be enraged. He pointed his finger at the Italian label on the bottle and asked her, “Are you tired of living?”

Frederica didn’t know what was going through her mind at the moment and the words flew out of her mouth before she knew it. “What’s the matter? You can’t afford it?”