Vivid Imagination

Augusta's POV:

Her moans got more frequent as she continuously pleasured herself. She had never done this with herself before, so it felt weird with her being the one doing this. But with what Lamas had done with her that night, she thought she could learn from it. Her jaw dropped as the pleasure overwhelmed her body... going deeper she could feel her fingers in the depths of her folds. Her moans got louder each moment, and her whimpers came out more often than not even though she tried to calm herself down. 'Oh my god.' She thought to herself.

"Ohhh. Hmmm." My face was scrunched. She didn't stop though as I remembered his handsome face, his huge hands and broad masculine shoulders. His clean shaved chest and packs, and that necklace that he wears around his neck. Damn, it turned her on so bad. She continued fucking herself with her hands as she imagined those hands of his touching hers with so much gentleness but roughness as well. She wanted those arms around her body so badly, she wanted to know how it would feel, how he would turn her so effortlessly into different positions. How he would lift her in his arms as he thrust his fingers into her. Then she remembered...he wasn't gentle with her when he took her virginity. Neither was he gentle the next moment he fucked her again. It was all pain. But why was she overlooking those sides and being delusional about what could be rather than the reality of it?

My head bent backwards instinctively as I lifted my hips to meet the thrusting of my fingers. I reached to take my vibrator, needing more before sticking it into my aching need.

"Hmmm, yes." I imagined him caressing my erect breast and nipples, kissing both and treating them with both care and intensity. "Fuck." I whimpered as I felt my lower abdomen tighten. "Ahhh." I wanted to hear his deep husky voice whisper dirty things into my ears.

'You like the way I fuck you with my fingers baby girl? You're so naughty, wanting this much from me. Look how fucking wet you are, just for me Laura, fuck I've not started anything yet baby. You doing good baby, you're taking my fingers so well."

"Ahh," I screamed high pitch as I felt a warm liquid escape my pussy. My back hit the bed as I felt exhausted, breathing heavily. I wondered why I had not tried that a long time ago.

My phone rang and I used my hand to scan the bed for it without sitting up. When I found it I brought it to my face to check the caller and realized it was unknown. She sighed, she would have known it was Kyle if he was still alive. He was the only person who called her around this time.

"Funny how you touch yourself just by thinking about him." There was a chuckle at the end of the phone and Augusta couldn't help but blush with embarrassment and shock.

"Are you watching me, Lamas?"

"Glad that you know it's me." He stated.

"Why did you call?" She questioned.

"Wouldn't you like to know more about the person calling you? You might want to do your research."

"What?" She asked confused but he already hung up. She furrowed my brows but followed what she asked her to anyway. Then she received a text. She checked and realized the Internet was spreading rumours about him getting a new woman. Someone had the profile of the woman captured but nobody knew what she looked like. She zoomed the picture in and noticed it was her feature that was kind of showing from the side view. Wow. Just wow. She was just so glad they hadn't captured her face to avoid getting caught by the mafias.

Questions swirled in her mind: did people have no boundaries? Stating she just walked out of a strip club dressed like a stripper. She rolled her eyes. People didn't know shit. Yeah for sure she was one of Lamas's play toys and all. To trace her to her apa an unwanted spotlight that she'd always tried to avoid. This attention wasn't the kind she relished; it wasn't about appreciating her beauty but rather delving into her life, seeking ulterior motives behind her connection to 'Lamas Mendez'.

"This is the kind of attention I've always run away from," she thought, feeling frustrated by the invasive nature of social media.

"I don't very much like the rumours either but that isn't the reason I told you to look me up online." He stated and that was when she came back to reality.

"Oh right." She went ahead and searched for him before her eyes widened.

"I didn't have the time to introduce myself properly. I'm in the mafia world but nobody knows that yet. My outward appearance only speaks of clean wealth and that wealth is in tech. I know you have an eye for technology. And we're going to work together someday."

"Why not now?"

"Not yet, you still have to live with Derek Antonio. You have to gain his trust. Do anything suspicious and he won't hesitate to kill you. 'The Derek Antonio,' is a multi-billionaire, owner of the country's largest company, an undercover mafia as well, but he delves deep into the slave and drug trafficking. There are still so many things you would have to know about him, or you won't be able to get through to him." Lamas emphasized, trying to make her understand the magnitude of the situation.

"Yeah I know he would," she retorted, feeling the pressure building up.

"And don't forget what we discussed. Seduce him. Make sure he's at your mercy. You're his stripper anyway, so do what must be done to please him." He stated.

"He didn't even seem to fancy me," she mentioned, trying to downplay the situation.

"Oh if it's about that, you can always come to me." He said cockily.

"Do you always have to be so cocky?" She questioned.

"Well, can you deny the fact that you enjoyed it?" He questioned and her jaw dropped before she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my gosh." She exclaimed. She'd never met someone like him before.

"Exactly what you said." He said.

"Stop that." She exclaimed and this time he chuckled.

"You're new to all these. You're lucky he dropped you from that work because you'd have heard a lot worse from those men." He emphasized, causing her to shudder in disgust. As though he'd seen her do it, he chuckled again.

"Are you stalking me or something?" She questioned skeptically.

"I need to keep an eye on you, just to make sure."

"Make sure of what?"

"Just." Then he hung up.