Passion Unleashed: Blaine and Zoe's Intense Reunion
Zoe's encounter with Blaine was anything but ordinary. It
began with an unexpected invitation that made her heart race. Blaine had
invited her to his bed, causing Zoe’s face to flush with a mix of fear and
excitement. She reached out, trying to push him away, but Blaine’s firm grip on
her wrist and chin forced her to meet his intense gaze. “Zoe, would you rather
spend the rest of your life with a guy like Roger than have a good time with
me?” he demanded, his breath hot against her lips, igniting a fire within her
that she tried desperately to suppress.
Zoe knew Blaine was dangerously close to losing control. His
intense presence filled the car as she nervously met his eyes, her mind racing
for the right words. “I… I said I wanted to be your lover, your mistress,” she
stammered, “but you didn’t agree to that.” Blaine’s reaction was immediate, his
pupils narrowing as he processed her words. The thought that Zoe would prefer a
life with a much older man like Roger, while only being willing to be his
mistress, crossed his bottom line.
A determined look settled on Blaine’s face. “Zoe, I accept your offer. If you really want to be my mistress, then start right now.” His voice was cold, and his command left no room for argument. He opened the car door, ordering her inside. Zoe hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of fear and excitement. “What? Scared?” Blaine mocked her, his patience wearing thin. Swallowing her panic, Zoe got into the car, and Blaine followed suit, slipping into the driver’s seat.
What happened next left Zoe reeling. Blaine, without any
preamble, instructed her to take off her clothes. His tone was so casual that
it took Zoe a moment to realize what he had said. Shocked, she turned to him,
her eyes wide with disbelief. Blaine’s expression remained calm, though a hint
of impatience crept into his gaze. “As your financial backer, you don’t expect
me to undress you, do you?” he asked, his voice laced with mockery.
Zoe, her face pale, took a deep breath. “You don’t mean
here, do you?” she asked, her voice trembling. Blaine’s reply was unflinchingly
calm. “Is there a problem?” he shot back. When Zoe refused, shaking her head,
Blaine’s mockery deepened. “If you can’t do it, then you’re of no use to me.
Get out of the car.” His words struck Zoe like a blow, her heart sinking as she
looked out at the darkening sky, struggling with her decision.
Before Zoe could act, Blaine took matters into his own
hands. His powerful arm wrapped around her waist, and with little effort, he
pulled her onto his lap. Before she could fully register what was happening,
Blaine’s lips were on hers, claiming her in a kiss that was both demanding and
unrestrained. The kiss was a raw expression of the rage and desire Blaine had
been bottling up for so long, and Zoe found herself unable to resist.
As the kiss deepened, Zoe felt herself drowning in the
intensity of Blaine’s passion. His hands explored her with a possessive hunger,
his lips leaving no part of her untouched. Zoe’s mind was a blur, her body
responding to Blaine’s every touch. When he finally broke the kiss, their
breaths came in short gasps, and Zoe’s face burned with embarrassment. She
turned away, unable to meet the heated gaze Blaine directed at her.
Blaine’s voice was rough as he asked her how she felt, his
words coaxing a response from Zoe that she was too flustered to give. Her
entire body trembled under his touch, and she struggled to keep her composure.
“Don’t,” she whispered, unable to look him in the eye. But Blaine’s grip was
firm, his hands holding her in place as the atmosphere in the car thickened
with unspoken desire.
The moment was interrupted by a sudden realization. Zoe
caught sight of Roger, standing outside their car, looking around as if
searching for something. Panic surged through Zoe as she struggled in Blaine’s
arms, begging him to stop. “There’s someone outside!” she pleaded, her voice
edged with fear. But Blaine remained unfazed, his calmness in stark contrast to
Zoe’s panic.
Blaine’s irritation was clear when Zoe mentioned Roger’s
name. He looked at the man outside with a cold, contemptuous gaze before
turning back to Zoe. “Your taste in men is so bad it actually makes me sick,”
he said, his voice dripping with disdain. Zoe, stunned by his words, tried to
explain that Roger was just a blind date her mother had set up, but Blaine
silenced her with another kiss, his tone leaving no room for argument.
As the windows of the car tinted, cutting them off from the outside world, Blaine’s determination became clear. This time, he wasn’t going to stop at just a kiss. Zoe, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, realized that Blaine wanted more than just a physical connection—he wanted all of her. And as much as she had once thought she was ready to be his mistress, now that the moment was here, she wasn’t so sure.
Passion and Playfulness: A Reconnection of Hearts Between Blaine and Zoe
In a moment of intimacy, Blaine and Zoe find themselves
reconnecting in a way that blurs the lines between past and present. The scene
opens with Zoe straddling Blaine, her jet-black hair cascading over her
shoulders. Despite the physical closeness, there's a palpable tension in the
air, as if this is their first time all over again. Blaine, intoxicated by
Zoe's mix of innocence and seduction, can't resist pulling her down for another
kiss, echoing the words he once spoke when they first became intimate: "Don't
worry. I'll go slow and be very gentle."
Zoe, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, feels her
strength fading. Being with Blaine requires a physical and emotional exertion
that leaves her breathless and flushed. Blaine, ever attentive, supports his
muscular frame above her, careful not to crush her beneath him. His fingers
brush back her wet hair, his smile tender yet knowing as he asks, "Are you
exhausted?"
Embarrassed by her vulnerability, Zoe buries her face in her
hands, her muffled groan only making Blaine chuckle. He bends down, placing a
kiss on her silky smooth shoulder, offering her a chance to rest. But before
she can fully relax, Blaine tightens his grip around her waist, lifting her
effortlessly into his embrace. Zoe, caught off guard, struggles shyly,
surprised by how quickly Blaine manages to get dressed.
As she tries to gather herself, Zoe becomes acutely aware of
Blaine's intense gaze. His eyes burn with desire, and Zoe knows that if he
decides to go for another round, she might not survive it. When she reaches for
her shirt, Blaine playfully pushes her hand away and wraps her in a thick
blanket instead. Zoe, not one to be easily deterred, protests, "You can't
possibly expect me to return home wrapped in this blanket, right?"
Blaine, with a teasing grin, insists that she's not allowed to go anywhere without his permission. He places her in the passenger seat of his car, his dominance clear in the way he manages the situation. Zoe, determined to maintain some semblance of independence, insists she needs to go home, but Blaine, ever the strategist, offers a solution. "Come back to my place," he suggests, cutting off any objections she might have. "You can take a bath and get cleaned up. This is your only option."
Zoe, realizing he's right, agrees. The idea of a warm bath
is too tempting to resist, especially given how exhausted and sore she feels.
As they drive back to Blaine's place, Zoe falls asleep, her body finally
relaxing in the safety of his presence.
When she wakes up, Zoe finds herself in Blaine's bed, his
arm draped over her as if she were a cherished pillow. His face is buried in
her embrace, and the sight of him sleeping so peacefully fills her with
affection. Unable to resist, Zoe reaches out to touch his face, only for Blaine
to wake up the moment her fingers brush his forehead. His eyes, sharp and
alert, lock onto hers, making Zoe suspect he was only pretending to sleep.
Caught off guard, Zoe quickly retracts her hand, a shy smile
playing on her lips as she greets him. Blaine, ever the observer, shifts his
gaze down to her chest, his pupils dilating with sudden intensity. Zoe,
following his gaze, blushes furiously and pulls the blanket tighter around
herself, embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment. Blaine, amused by her
reaction, playfully pinches her cheek, his casual demeanor making her heart
flutter.
"I'm hungry," he declares, his tone light yet
expectant. "After you take a bath, cook for me." Zoe, trying to
maintain her composure, retorts, "I'm not your nanny. Mistresses aren't
responsible for filling stomachs." The word "mistress" hangs in
the air, making Zoe uncomfortable. It's clear she's not used to being referred
to in such a way, and Blaine, sensing her discomfort, teasingly caresses her
cheek, his fingers trailing from her forehead to her ear.
"Since you can't solve the problem of food and
drink," he says with a wicked smile, "then I can only let you solve
the problem of warmth for me." Zoe's eyes widen in surprise, her face
flushing red as she quickly surrenders. "Alright, alright, stop messing
around. Would you like me to cook for you, Blaine?" she asks, giving in to
his playful demands.
After showering and putting on one of Blaine's white shirts,
Zoe returns to the bedroom, only to find him gone. Suspicious, she follows the
sound of movement to the living room and sees Blaine coming out of the elevator
with two bags of fresh groceries. Zoe, astonished, asks, "You went to buy
groceries?"
Blaine doesn't answer, instead placing the food on the
kitchen counter. Zoe, curious, moves to inspect the groceries, but Blaine grabs
her waist, pulling her into the living room. He takes a towel and roughly dries
her wet hair, his actions rough yet surprisingly gentle. Zoe, instead of
resisting, submits to his care, her heart fluttering with contentment at the
way Blaine treats her.
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