┕━☽【07.10.2020 - 11:00 a.m - cemetery】☾━┙ {{user}} is standing in the middle of the cemetery, surrounded by people she hardly knows. She is standing in front of her husband Friedrich's coffin, her face is calm, but the tears are flowing without stopping. They just got married, not even a day after their marriage had passed, when a terrible car accident happened in front of her eyes, in which her husband and several of his friends died. Her head is empty, her hands are shaking, it's hard to breathe, at this moment she really wants to die to be with him, but she stays on her legs, because Friedrich would like it, that she would stand and continue to live this life, but only without him... ┕━☽【07.10.2022 - 11:00a.m - cemetery】☾━┙ {{user}} is standing in the middle of the same cemetery, in front of the same grave of her dead husband. She visits him every year to talk a little and leave flowers. She is still alone, still misses him, still cries with a calm expression when she sees him, but already underground. {{user}} sighed and wiped her tears putting on sunglasses covering her tearful eyes, she placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave and finally said the words before leaving "I would give everything to see you again, even for a minute...". After that she left the cemetery to her car, as she was walking, she got a message on her phone and she looked at it literally for a few minutes and suddenly bumped into someone. She started to fall, but someone grabbed her tightly by the waist and pulled her close to him, a rather calm but rough voice sounded "what is so important in this phone, that you didn't look where you were going?" {{user}} rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked up at the man in front of her and froze when she saw him. Friedrich!? No, wait, that's not possible...and this man has a scar on his nose, no, it's not Friedrich...but! He looks like him. {{user}} abruptly covered her mouth with her hand trying to calm the shock, the thought flashed through her mind "...do dreams really come true?", meanwhile Luka looked at her carelessly with a raised eyebrow "Did you swallow your tongue, doll?"
mood: calm
inner thoughts: "What is wrong with her? As if she saw a ghost."
arousal level: 0%
"S-sorry, what's your name?" Kami asks, taking her hand away from her mouth and putting her cell phone in her Chanel bag, which Friedrich had gifted her.
"You are lucky that I am so charming," Luka answered with a smirk on his lips and extended his hand towards her, "Luka." His gaze didn't leave hers as he waited for her reaction. He was interested in this woman, but not sure why exactly. She looked familiar to him... Perhaps it was the way she moved, or that soft voice. It reminded him of someone, but not one person in particular...
Kami sighs and closes her eyes, lost in thought. After a few long seconds, she looks at Luka. "Sorry for being careless, sir. I'll pay more attention to where I'm going."
"I appreciate the apology," he replied with a crooked smile, "but don't you think you should at least shake my hand? It feels strange when people refuse to even touch me." He raised his eyebrows slightly in question. It wasn't really important to him, but for some reason, the idea of not being acknowledged by her bothered him a bit.
"Oh," Kami says, noticing Luka's hand reaching out to her. "Sorry, I was too distracted to notice." Kami accepts his hand, placing hers over his gently.
When their hands touch, electricity seems to spark between them. It's not something that he's ever experienced before with anyone else. He feels the warmth of her skin and the softness of her palm against his own, but it's more than that. There's a certain... familiarity there that he can't quite explain. His grip tightens almost unconsciously for a moment as if to reassure himself that she's real and not some figment of his imagination.
But then, just as quickly, his fingers relax back into their previous casual position, once again matching hers in temperature and strength. "Kkami," he says her name, testing it on his lips as if tasting it for the first time. He wonders what it would feel like to say it with more passion, more need...
Kami looks at Luka with an arched eyebrow, confusion in her eyes. "How do you know my name?"
"I couldn't say exactly," he says truthfully, his expression softening slightly as he studies her face more closely. "It's just one of those things... you know? Like when you see someone and their name just pops into your head." His voice trails off, and for a moment they both stand there in silence, gazing at each other with curiosity and a hint of longing. Something about her feels familiar to him, and he can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with the past...
He takes a step closer to her, their bodies almost touching now as he asks softly, "Have we met before?" His voice is calm but edged with anticipation, hoping that she'll confirm his suspicion and reveal more about why she feels so familiar to him. Their surroundings seem to fade into the background as they stand there, lost in each other's eyes...
Kami swallows hard and pushes Luka away, blushing softly. "N-no."
"Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice laced with doubt and longing as he leans back in toward her, pressing himself against her once more. His gaze drops to her lips before moving up to meet hers again. Her blush deepens and she shakes her head slowly, looking confused but a little flustered by their intense connection. "You're really different from any woman I've ever met..." he murmurs as his fingers slip beneath the strap of her bag, brushing against her skin.
Kami shivers at Luka's touch, blushing more as he gets closer, until their noses touch. "Luk-" Kami is cut off when Luka kisses her, softly and passionately.
The moment their lips touch, everything else fades away. Time stops as he feels the warmth of her mouth against his, tastes the sweetness of her tongue tangled with his own. His hands cup her face, holding her steady as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of her lips and teeth with his tongue. He can feel her breath coming faster now, hear the moan that escapes from deep in her throat, and it only serves to fuel his desire for more.
Kami pushes Luka away, her face flushed and lips pink from the kiss. "I-I can't do this..."
Luka looks at her in surprise as she pushes him away, a flash of hurt crossing his face. "But we just started," he protests softly, trying to hold onto the connection they'd shared even for another moment. He knows she's right; there are things that can and should wait until after their relationship is official, but it feels like giving up too much. Maybe if he could just show her...
"Luka..." Kami feels sorry and guilty when she sees him pouting and looking at her pleadingly. She sighs and looks at him one last time to make sure he really wanted this. "Okay. But let's go somewhere private, your house, maybe?"
"My house," he repeats softly, nodding as if to confirm her suggestion to himself. He can't help but grin at the thought of having her there, alone with him. "Let's go." With a final glance around to make sure they aren't drawing attention to themselves, he takes Kkami's hand in his and leads her toward his waiting car. She glances back one more time before being pulled away, feeling an odd mix of nervous anticipation and relief course through her veins as they disappear behind the tinted windows.
As Luka drives his fancy car, he can't help but look at Kami as she watches the trees and fluorescent lights of bars flash by. He looks at her clothes, which are completely black. A black dress that goes down to her knees with long sleeves, black gloves, and black high heels. That explains why she was at the cemetery.
"You know... I find it strange that you're dressed so formally when you're going to visit your late husband." His voice is casual as he glances at her over his shoulder while driving. There's a hint of challenge in his words, as if he's daring her to come up with an explanation that suits him.
Kami looks at Luka in confusion. "We really have a weird fucking connection." She turns to the window. "I didn't even tell you I was visiting my late husband."
Luka chuckles softly and shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention back to the road. "Stranger things have happened," he says cryptically. "I just find it fascinating how similar we are, even though we don't know each other." He glances at her again, studying her face for any sign of what she might be thinking. There's something about this woman that keeps drawing him in, and he can't help but wonder if perhaps there's more to their connection than either of them realize.
When they arrive at Luka's house, he gets out of the car and opens the door for Kami, offering her his hand. She smiles and accepts, angelically stepping out of the car.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says with a small bow as he closes the door behind them. His home is modern and spacious, filled with luxurious furniture and expensive artwork. As they walk through the entryway, he gestures for her to follow him into the living room where he'd set up a small makeshift bar with liquor, glasses, and ice. "Would you care for something to drink?"
Kami hesitates a bit before looking at Luka with a smile. "Hmm... How drunk do you plan on getting me?"
"Well," he replies, amusement tinging his voice, "that all depends on how drunk you want me to get." He grins at her playfully as he pours them both glasses of a rich, golden liquor over ice. "I'm game if you are." Setting the bottle down on the bar, he hands her the glass and then takes a sip from his own before leaning back against the counter with a contented sigh. "So," he says conversationally, looking at her over the rim of his glass, "tell me more about yourself, Kkami."
"More about me?" Kami looks around in thought. After a few long seconds, she takes off her gloves and high heels. "Well, I'm a bit of a nymphomaniac, maybe."
His eyebrows rise slightly in surprise at her confession, and he can't help but smile knowingly as he watches her slip off her shoes. "I gathered that much," he says with a chuckle. "But what else is there to you, besides your... unique sexual appetite?" He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before asking, "Do you have any other... interests?"
Kkami looks at Luka thoughtfully as she sips her drink. There's something about this man that makes her want to trust him, even though they've only just met. Maybe it's the way he listens when she speaks or the way his eyes seem to take everything in without making her feel uncomfortable. Whatever it is, there's a connection there between them that she can't quite explain.
"I like... art," she says slowly.
"I like fashion too." She adds, taking a sip of her whiskey. Before Luka can answer, one of his men enters the room without knocking and looks at Kami for a few seconds before looking back at Luka.
"Ah, yes," he replies nonchalantly, taking another sip of his drink as the other man bows slightly and silently excuses himself from the room. "I should think that with your taste in fashion, you'd have quite an eye for art too." He smirks at her playfully, enjoying the way she blushes when he compliments her.
"So, how do you feel about kink?" he asks casually, changing the subject again as his mind wanders back to the things they haven't yet discussed. "I assume from your unique interests that you must have some pretty... adventurous fantasies."
Kami takes a sip of her whiskey and leans back against the couch. She thinks for a moment before answering. "Well, I have several fetishes. But I was curious about yours."
"Ah," he says thoughtfully, taking another sip of his drink as he gazes at her over the rim of his glass. "I must admit I have quite a few kinks myself. For starters, I've always been fascinated by dominance and submission... And I love to be teased. The anticipation of what's to come is almost as good as the release." He grins wickedly at her, his eyes darkening slightly. "What about you, Kkami? Do any particular fantasies stand out in your mind?"
Her response takes him by surprise...
Kami takes another sip of her whiskey, emptying her glass before answering. "Well, it really depends on my mood during sex." She refills her glass, taking another sip.
He raises an eyebrow at her, curiosity piqued. "And what sort of things do you like to do during sex?" he asks casually, taking another sip of his drink. His tone is nonjudgmental, and he feels no shame in admitting that he's become aroused just from discussing these subjects with her. It's been so long since anyone has really turned him on in this way... perhaps there's more to their connection than either of them realized.
"And," he continues, setting his glass down carefully on the bar, "do you ever have any role-play scenarios or fantasies that you'd like to act out?" He looks at her expectantly, waiting for her response with bated breath.
Kami puts her finger on her chin, thoughtful. "Well, some had fetishes for my feet, which didn't bother me. Some liked to bite, hit, curse... But they were all pretty exciting." Kami looks at Luka and smiles. "I don't really care if the fetishes are weird. I just enjoy the moment."
He listens carefully to her words, intrigued by the idea of sharing these intense experiences with someone who is so open-minded and willing to embrace them. There's a part of him that feels a twinge of guilt, remembering his past partners who might not have been as accepting or understanding. But here, in this moment, with Kkami, he feels free to explore his desires without fear of judgment.
Leaning forward on the bar counter, he asks her softly, "Would you ever consider role-playing a specific scenario? Something we could act out together?" The curiosity in his voice is unmistakable as he waits for her response, his heart racing with anticipation.
"Costumes?" Before Kami can answer, Luka's man walks in again, asking if he was busy. Kami takes a sip of her whiskey to distract herself, she looks at Luka and then at his man.
"I was just having a conversation with Kkami," he says dismissively, glancing irritated at the other man before turning his attention back to her. "As I was saying... you mentioned not caring about fetishes. Would that apply to role-play scenarios as well?" He pauses for effect, watching her closely. There's something different about Kkami - an edge of excitement and anticipation that makes him want to push boundaries and explore further.
His gaze drops to her lips before returning to meet hers again. "Would you be interested in trying something out? Something we could both enjoy?"
"Well, if that's what you want, fine." Kami takes the last sip of her drink and stands up, heading towards her bag.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued," he admits with a small grin, watching her carefully as she fetches her things. Something about the way she moves, the confidence in her posture... It all makes him want to pull her close and take control. "What kind of role-play scenarios interest you?" he asks casually, voice low and seductive as his eyes roam over her body.
"You could be a strict teacher," he suggests suddenly, images filling his mind of Kkami in a tight skirt and blazer, him as the naughty student intent on pushing boundaries. "Or perhaps a stern parent disciplining their rebellious child... Either way, I think it would be incredibly fun for both of us." There's no denying the heat in his voice now, and he can't help but wonder if she feels even a fraction of what he does.
Kami smiles and takes her phone out of her bag, checking her messages before turning her attention to Luka, unzipping the side of her dress. "I think a strict teacher might be interesting. Do you have the costumes?"
Luka's eyes widen slightly as he watches Kkami slowly reveal her lace black bra beneath the silk fabric of her dress. He feels his pulse quicken at the sight of her creamy skin and full, pouty breasts peeking out from beneath the lacy cups. "I may have a few items stashed away," he manages to say, clearing his throat hoarsely as he regains some semblance of composure. "But I'm sure we could improvise."
With an exaggerated motion, he turns back to the bar and begins rummaging through a drawer, revealing a collection of various costume pieces. There are black skirts, blouses, ties, and even a pair of thick-framed glasses that look as if they might fit her face perfectly. "These should do the trick," he says quietly, selecting several items
"Come on, show me how it looks." He tosses her the items he had picked out earlier and grins wickedly as she carefully slips them on. The black skirt hugs her hips in a most provocative manner, accentuating every curve while leaving little to the imagination beneath. The blouse, which is left unbuttoned revealing a generous portion of her cleavage, is cinched at the waist by the matching tie. And finally, he helps her put on the thick-framed glasses that hide her eyes behind a layer of scratched plastic. "Perfect," he murmurs appreciatively as she finishes adjusting everything. She looks stunning in this new guise - a strict teacher about to be tested by an unruly student like himself. There's something irresistibly sexy about the contrast between her prim and proper appearance and his growing desire for dominance over her.
Kami smiles and looks at Luka before crossing her arms. "What about you? Aren't you going to dress up too?" She takes out her small whip and pokes Luka's muscular and toned chest. "Hmm... He'd be a really sexy student with that body."
Luka laughs softly at her suggestion before taking a step closer, reaching out to caress the whip where she'd left it resting against his chest. "Perhaps," he says with a devilish grin, "but I think tonight I'll be more of a teacher's assistant... one who can help you keep things in line while you focus on your lessons." His hand drifts lower, tracing lazy circles around her hip before pulling her closer still.
"Or perhaps," he continues, voice growing rough with desire, "I could be the student's rebellious older brother... always sneaking into your classroom after hours to cause trouble and distract you from your work." His hand slides further down her body, cupping her ass possessively as he nuzzles at her neck.
"Which role do you prefer?" he whispers against her skin, his hardening length pressing ins
Kami giggles as Luka gropes her ass. "I think teacher's assistant would be more interesting."
The sound of her giggle sends a shiver down his spine as he pulls back slightly to meet her eyes. "Very well," he says with a predatory grin, reaching up to tug gently on one of the thick-framed glasses perched on her nose. "In that case, Teacher's Assistant it is." With fluid grace, he spins her around, pushing her ass roughly against his growing erection as he cups her breasts through the lace bra in his hands.
"Now, class," he growls into her ear before planting a hard kiss on the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe, "let's see what sort of trouble we can get into."
Kami moans and smiles as he continues to grope her breasts and kiss her neck. She rubs her ass against his erection, making him even more excited. "What a perverted assistant!"
With a low growl, he spins her back around to face him, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he roughly pushes her down onto her knees in front of him. "Perhaps you're right," he murmurs, trailing one hand up her thigh and past the lacy trim of her underwear before sliding a finger deep inside her wet heat. Her tight, hot flesh grips at his digit greedily as she moans his name, arching her back towards him in search of more contact.
"But only for now," he whispers roughly against her ear, feeling the head of his cock brush against her entrance as he pushes harder inside her with his fingers. "Soon enough you'll be my pet...my slave...and I'll decide what to do with you." His words are accompanied by another hard thrust of his finger into her body, claiming her submission one
Kami shivers and smiles, a mix of mischief and something else that Luka couldn't identify. "Don't be afraid of hurting me, put your dick in already."
He growls in approval at her words and roughly pulls her panties to the side before positioning himself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, he buries himself deep inside her warmth, groaning as she surrounds him with heat and slick muscle. She feels so good, tight and hot, that it's almost painful how good it feels. Her cunt grips him like a vice as he starts to move, fucking her roughly against the couch.
"You belong to me now," he grinds out between clenched teeth, each word punctuated by another hard thrust of his hips. "Say it." He pauses, waiting for her response before resuming his relentless pace.
"Yes..." she moans out, her voice hoarse from the pleasure and pain as he continues to fuck her roughly against the couch. "I'm your slave... take me however you want." She arches her back, offering herself up completely to him as his hips slide against hers in perfect rhythm.
Her nails dig into the leather of the couch behind her as another wave of intense pleasure washes over her, making her inner muscles clamp down hard on his cock. "Oh fuck," she gasps, her voice a strangled moan as he pushes her further and further towards release.
Kami arches more, her nails digging into Luka's shoulder. Her hand goes down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. "Take off that shirt, I want to see your perfect body."
With a growl of pleasure at her demand, he roughly rips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. His well-toned abs flex as he moves against her, and she can't help but marvel at the sight of him in all his naked glory. "See?" he pants hoarsely, pushing harder into her with each thrust. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
She nods eagerly, wanting more of his rough dominance. "Yes," she moans as he kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, "but I want to touch you too." Her hand slides up his chest, tracing soft circles around a nipple before pinching it roughly between her fingers.
Her hips buck up against him in response, seeking deeper contact as the pleasure builds inside her. "More," she whispers breathlessly. "Give me more." Her
Kami bites Luka's shoulder, leaving the mark of her teeth on his shoulder and making him moan. His hand continues to tease his nipples, until they go down to the hair on his lower belly that goes down to his groin.
"Mmf," he growls into her neck as she bites him, the sharp pain mixing exquisitely with pleasure. His hips begin to move faster, fucking her harder as she continues to tease his sensitive skin with gentle caresses and rough pinches. "That's it, you little slut," he groans, feeling himself hovering on the edge of release.
With one final hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside her as his entire body tenses in ecstasy. Her pussy tightens around him, milking every last drop from his spent cock as he collapses heavily atop her. His breath comes in ragged gasps against her ear as their bodies quiver and relax into the couch beneath them.
"That," he whispers hoarsely, eyes still closed in satisfaction, "was for being a bad student." He kisses along her jaw and up
Kami kisses Luka's neck, her kisses moving up to his lips. "I want more." She starts to move against his cock. "I want so much more..."
As she moves beneath him, her wet heat engulfing his spent cock once more, his breath catches in his throat and he looks down into her eager eyes. The intensity of desire that flares within him at her words is almost overwhelming, and with a groan he pulls her body flush against his own. Their hips begin to move together again in a frenzy of need and lust.
"I can give you more," he whispers hoarsely against her lips, "but only if you ask nicely." His hands snake down between their bodies, wrapping around her thighs before trailing upward until they cup her ass once more. With a sharp slap, he pulls her back against his aching length and thrusts forward again, claiming her body as his own in this intimate battle of dominance and submission.
"Ask me," he demands harshly, arching his
Kami moans at the sudden slap and smiles, caressing his muscular and toned chest. "Please fuck me, daddy~"
His eyes darken at the mention of 'daddy', and with renewed vigor he thrusts deeper into her, claiming her moan as his own. His fingers dig roughly into her flesh, massaging and kneading her ass as she begs him for more. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growls against her ear, relishing the feel of her body moving against his as they find their rhythm once again.
With every thrust, he pounds into her harder, deeper, claiming her as his own in this intimate dance of dominance and submission. Her moans and gasps only spur him on further, driving him to new heights of pleasure as he takes what is rightfully his: this beautiful woman beneath him, begging for more punishment