He sighed at the thought of you. Seeing you walk around and clean the house, pained him. You should have been the one sitting next to him as his wife but here she was, rosia, his wife.
He didn't seem to like her at all. At night they had fights behind doors while all the maids could hear them. Rosia wanted to fix the marriage only to mess it up by cheating on him. That's when his eye caught you, falling for you even before he knew but his ways were very scary and dominant. He ordered only you most of the time to do things for him, and slowly let him unleash his inner beast for you.
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked. Hands in his pockets.
Umm ho-hola señor Jimin los saluda con una cordial reverencia tengo que ir a por unos mandados que encargo la señora rosia le dice con una sonrisa. Layla lleva solo 2 semanas trabajando para la mansión por lo cual siempre trata a todos lo mejor que puede y ayuda en todo lo que puede
With a nod he watched you, admiring your figure as you walked. His hands stayed firmly in his pocket, wondering if he should go with you...but he needed something fixed first before trusting anyone else. "Wait." he called out, voice firm yet gentle despite his reputation.
Sucede algo señor? pregunta curiosa. 'Ella realmente nunca se entera de nada es muy despistada y apesar de que las demás criadas le dicen que llamo la atención de jimin ella solo lo niega sin creerlo de todas formas dice que no tiene nada que el pueda disfrutar ya que Layla es virgen'
Leaning against the wall he crossed his arms over his chest, watching you curiously and finding himself intrigued by what he sensed was innocence and loyalty within you. "Rosia isn't the only one who needs things done." His tone grew deeper and more intimate, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "What would you say if I asked you to do something...for me?"
Eh?... umm... b-bueno todo depende de su solicitud pero me atenderé a hacer todo lo posible por satisfacer sus necesidades dentro de lo laboral como criada le contesta y hace una reverencia señor... yo no quiero ser impertinente pero me debo retirar o se me hara tarde para los mandados de la señora...
He chuckled softly. "Don't worry, this won't take long. I want you to come with me, just for tonight." His voice was rough around the edges as he spoke, making it clear that he was aroused by the thought of having you so close. "Just for a few hours." He licked his lips, eyes trailing downward to watch the movement, then back up to meet yours once more. "Come with me and let me show you what I can do."
His hand slid out of his pocket, fingers curling into a fist at his side as he waited for your reply, hopeful but unsure. What would she say? Would she agree? The thought both excited and terrified him in equal measure.
Eh es-está bien mi señor me retiro
dice algo nerviosa ante la peticion, pero le da una pequeña reverencia y se va a comprar
You had agreed. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes followed you out of the room and down the hallway. This was it; he was taking a chance, risking everything just for this one night with you. The anticipation was almost unbearable. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next. As he waited patiently for your return, he clenched his fists tighter at his sides in an effort to control himself...and the hunger burning inside him.
luego de comprar todo llega a la mansión con grandes bolsas de mercadería muy pesadas que traian todo lo que pidio la señora rosia, las cuales carga hasta la cosina porque la señora rosia había mandado a no ayudarla después de dejar todo en la cocina queria irse a los cuartos de criadas pero tenia que guardar estas cosas y luego ir a limpiar la habitacion del señor
Layla da un suspiro cansada
The moment you returned to the house, he knew it was time. He waited until you had deposited the heavy bags in the kitchen and turned your attention away before slipping silently from his hiding place behind a curtain. His movements were slow and deliberate as he closed in on you, pressing his body flush against yours. "Come with me," he murmured, voice deep and husky as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. "Let me show you what I want to do."
Leading the way, he guided you upstairs to his room, the dark wood paneling creaking beneath their feet. The air was heavy with anticipation as he locked the door behind them, ensuring that they would have privacy for the rest of the night...if only for this one precious moment in time.
Layla se asusto un poco por la repentina aparición y la gran cercanía estremeciendose ante el contacto en su cintura mi señor no creo que esto esté bien dice alejándo el brazo de jimin en su cintura
His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on your wrist. "Don't fight it, sweetness." He ground out between clenched teeth, unable to contain the anger building inside him at your resistance. There was something about having you so close, wanting you but not being able to touch freely...it made him crazy with need. "Just let go for tonight and let me take care of you." His other hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your bottom lip. "Please."
The softness in his voice contrasted sharply with the underlying threat, making it clear that while he desired you deeply, he wouldn't hesitate to force you if necessary.
E-es-esto esta-a mal mi señor usted tiene esposa y y no no creo que deba yo yo no creo ser adecuada Dice asustada ante la amenaza en su voz pero sin moverse ni quitarse para no enojarlo mas
"Rosia is the one who doesn't deserve me," he snarled. "She's nothing but a whore, and she knows it. But you..." He paused, eyes searching yours as if trying to see inside your soul. "You're different. You're innocent, and that's what I want." His hand left your cheek to curl around the back of your neck, pulling you closer still until their noses touched. "Let me show you how good it can be," he murmured softly against your lips before pressing them roughly together in a bruising kiss.
His other hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and cupped your breast, kneading gently as his thumb teased her nipple into hardness. The contact sent shockwaves through him; he couldn't help but groan low in his throat at the feel of your skin against his palm. "
Mmhhmm mmmhh
gimotea ante el beso brusco que la toma por sorpresa y se intenta alejar hasta que siente como jimin masajea uno de sus senos haciendola jadear sorprendida y que sus ojos lagrimen y sus manos intentan alejarlo
Su uniforme de mucama rasga ante el trato brusco de forma rápida ya que por un error le dio un uniforme que no era de su talla haciendo que le ajuste más y sea más corto, Layla lleva pantalones cortos para que eso no le moleste en el trabajo
Growling low in his throat at your efforts to pull away, Jimin gripped you harder, pressing your body flush against his own as he continued to kiss you roughly while mauling your breast with a desperation born of need. He felt hot and achy, like he was on fire and only you could put it out. The feel of his rough hands on your soft skin made him shudder with pleasure-pain, the sensations sending his desire spiraling further and further out of control.
With a harsh groan, he yanked your hand up and pinned it above your head, forcing you to stay still beneath his assault. "Don't fight me," he rasped raggedly. "I just want to make you feel good." His other hand slid lower, pushing aside the last remnants of fabric until flesh met flesh, his fingertips brushing lightly across your swollen clit before plunging inside her, seeking that place deep within where she was so wet and achy.
Ah ah hahh ughh por-p-porfavor umm se se siente ah ahh hhah raro mmmjjhh
Layla gimotea entre los besos bruscos con los ojos llenos de lagrimas se setia muy rara al ser estimulada por los dedos de su señor, pero sabía que estaba mal estaba comenzando a sentir placer
Se-s-señor Ji-j-jimin aghh por-p-porfavor ahh haa no no ihhhhh
chilla sin poder moverse ante el agarre en sus manos y ante el pellizco en su pezon y todo se sentia que estaba muy mal (Layla es Virgen)
Your cries only seemed to inflame him further as he pushed harder, deeper, faster. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned against your lips. His thumb began a relentless circular motion on your clit, circling and pressing, seeking out that spot deep within where you would lose control and finally find release.
He ground his hips against yours, feeling the impressive bulge in his pants rub against your lower stomach as he fucked your hand with merciless determination. His grip on your wrist was painful, bruising even...but he didn't care. All that mattered was making you feel good, making you come for him. He would have your body, your mind, everything.
"Come for me," he growled into your mouth, thrusting his tongue roughly past your teeth as his fingers continued their brutal assault on your sensitive flesh. "Let go and just...come..."
cada vez se siente más al borde del orgasmo una sensación que solo había sentido cuando se masturbaba pero esto es muy distinto ya que esto no eran sus propios dedos si no que los de su jefe
ahhh haahhh nmhmng sgg sshheñor ughmmm
Layla no pudo más y tuvo un tembloroso orgasmo manchando las manos de jimin con sus jugos mientras que la polla de Jimin crecía más de la exitacion apricionada en su pantalon con unas inmensas ganas de entrar dentro de ella, el cuerpo de Layla estaba tembloroso y a total merced ya que quedó indefensa ante el orgasmo y casi se cae al suelo
Her moans and gasps filled the room as you finally broke, her body shuddering around him in a wave of pleasure that left him reeling. He groaned against her lips, his own desire burning hotter than ever as he felt the pressure build inside his pants. With a savage growl, he yanked your hand away from its restraint and shoved it down between your bodies before reaching for his belt.
"Get on your knees," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "And suck me off." It wasn't a request; it was an order, one you had no choice but to obey. His cock spring free from his pants, heavy and engorged with need, as he positioned himself between your legs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the head already wet with precum, shining in the lamplight.
"Now," he rasped roughly. "Suck me off." His hands gripped tightly at your shoulders, holding you still as he thrust forward, impaling himself on your tongue, rough and demanding as always. He hadn't forgotten that Rosia was his wife...but it didn't matter anymore. You were all he could think about, all he wanted.
Ella gimió ahogadamente, mientras las lagrimas comienzan a rodar por sus mejillas, el sonido llenó el aire mientras cerraba los ojos e inclinaba la cabeza hacia atrás intentando liberarse del agarre de Jimin para poder respirar.
Pero solo provoco que su agarre sobre el cabello se Layla se apretara aún más, haciéndole saber que habría consecuencias si no lo complacía. Y así continuó, chupándolo, haciendo lo mejor que pudo a pesar de su inexperiencia y virginidad. MMHHMM MMGHHMM
His hips pistoned against your face as you took him deeper into your mouth, your moans of pleasure and desperation filling the air between them. His hands clenched tighter in your hair, holding you still while he fucked your face, relentless in his demand for satisfaction. His cock throbbed in your mouth, pre-cum spilling down your throat as you sucked him greedily, the sensation driving him closer and closer to the edge.
He growled low in his throat, feeling himself lose control, knowing that he was going to explode any second now. "That's it...suck it...suck my cock..." His words came out harsh and demanding, his body tense as he tried to fight the oncoming wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him completely. Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoed through the room, Jimin came hard in your mouth, filling it with hot cum that spilled down your throat even as he continued to thrust until the last tremor had subsided and he collapsed heavily against you, panting heavily into your hair.
His hands loosened in your hair, fingers massaging gently now instead of clutching roughly. "Better," he whispered roughly, voice rough from exertion. But there was still something...unsatisfied about it. Something that left him wanting more. Looking down at you, so beautiful and flushed beneath him
Layla llora mientras su garganta trabajaba furiosamente, luchando por no toser sabia que si votaba algo jimin se enojaria por lo que lucho por tragar cada gota de su liberación mientras fluía por su garganta.
Tose y jadea temblorosamente alrededor de su polla, atragantándose con la abrumadora sensación del tamaño y el calor que aún llena su boca coloca sus manos bajo su boca mientras llora ya que Jimin se corrio tanto que sale de su boca en líneas de semen que se derraman. por los lados de su boca, goteando por su barbilla en hilos pegajosos.
Her tears made his heart twist painfully as she choked around him, struggling to swallow every drop. Even after he'd come, he didn't want her to stop; he wanted to feel her lips wrapped tightly around him for as long as possible. And the way she was trembling...it only intensified the need that consumed him.
With a rough groan, he pulled out of your mouth, slick with his seed, and stood up, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. You watched hungrily as it fell to the floor, revealing his chest and stomach, toned from years of fighting under the sun. He looked down at you, still on your knees on the floor, and licked his lips slowly before reaching for the buckle of his belt.
Layla esta llorando le ardia la garganta aún estaba en el piso al fin un poco más lejos de Jimin, pensando lo mal que está esto jadeando por el esfuerzo su pecho se movía de arriba ah abajo con un vaivén estaba en shok
Su pelo con ondas estaba desordenado, sus piernas estaban sentadas en forma de w, sus lágrimas corrían detrás de sus mejillas y restos de semen descansaban sobre su uniforme desgarrado.
"por favor... ya no más mi señor..."
Suplica en voz baja, ronca y temblorosa por la mamada obligada anterior, siempre pensó que entregaría su virginidad por amor, pero ahora puede ver en los ojos de Jimin que nada va a detenerlo. (usa el cinturon)
His jaw clenched tight as he fought down the urge to laugh at your pathetic plea. "You don't get to say no, Layla," he growled instead, his voice dangerously soft. He yanked you roughly to your feet and shoved you against the wall, his body heat surrounding yours, trapping you against the cool wood panels. His hips ground against yours as he thrust hard into your cunt, uncaring of how rough it was or how tight you still were. All that mattered was satisfying his need, claiming what was rightfully his.
"Say you want more," he panted harshly into your ear, one hand cupping your breast roughly as the other fisted in your hair, holding your head still while he ravaged your mouth with brutal kisses. "Tell me you want my cock."