Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I love the tight feel of her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, her wrists pushing against my grip as I hold her. When we’ve chased our pleasure, I lead her to the shower, where she gets me impossibly harder again as she lathers me up. I bend her over and take her from behind and give her ass a good, hard slap.
“What was that for?” she says, grinning.
“For making us late,” I explain with another hard smack. She squeals, but she loves it.
She’s perfect for me. So fucking perfect.
I shake my head. I can’t entertain thoughts like that. We have a purpose and one purpose only, and I can’t let anyone or anything get in our way.
I leave her with my attendant while I go to a meeting, and don’t miss the way her lower lip sticks out in a silent pout. Her eyes plead with me.
“Be a good girl,” I tell her. “Get some clothes you want to take with you on our trip, and if you behave yourself, I’ll take you to lunch. Sound good?”
She takes in a deep breath, lifts her head, and nods. “Sounds great.”
Three times, I lose my focus during the meeting, just wondering where she is now and what she’s buying. Twice my secretary has to give me a little nudge under the table because I missed a direct question aimed at me.
My phone buzzes, and I glance discreetly at it, and barely stifle a groan when I see the text. Katie, wearing a little red negligee that barely covers her tits and ass, and the caption, Suitable to bring to grandma’s?
I’m done with this meeting.
“Thank you for your time, gentlemen,” I say abruptly. “Submit your proposals and my consultants will respond to you within three business days.”
“Mr. Morrow, we have one more—”
Not today they don’t.
“No more time today, thank you,” I say, rising to my feet and opening the door. I wait until they leave, and I shoot her a quick text.
You are in so much trouble for that. I was in the middle of a meeting when that text came in.
A moment later, I get her reply. It’s an emoji with a halo. An angel. Who, me?
I roll my eyes. Yes, you, young lady. I want you wearing exactly that and waiting for me in position, bent over the couch with your hands flat down and your ass in the air for daddy when I come upstairs.
I will turn her over my knee for that, and happily. I’m not really disappointed, of course. I love it when she teases me like this, and she loves it when I spank her, so one could say it’s a win-win situation.
Five minutes later, she’s bent over the couch, her ass matches the bright red silk of the negligee I made her wear, and she’s spreading her legs for my cock.
I impale her in one swift motion, making her scream and keen with pleasure.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I grate in her ear, fisting her hair between my fingers.
“Yes, daddy,” she pants, rocking against me so we glide together in a perfect rhythm.
“Will you taunt me again, little Katie Kat?”
She moans and grinds against me. I reach forward, stroke her clit, and circle the bundle of nerves while I thrust in and out.
“Y-yes, daddy,” she says as she comes so hard her pussy squeezes my cock.
I come on the heels of her orgasm, hard and fast, until we’re both panting from exhaustion. I admire my handprints on her ass and give her an appreciative squeeze.
“Of course you will,” I say with a chuckle. “If you’d said you were going to behave, I’d have to punish you again for lying.”
We clean up, and I make her show me what she bought for the trip.
“It’s so much, Darius,” she says with a grimace. “Too much. I think I should—”
“Show me.” I lean back in a leather chair in my living room, cross one ankle over my knee, and hold her with my gaze. She sighs, so clearly not accustomed to being able to buy just whatever she wants.
“It’s so expensive here,” she says.
I nod. “You’re worth it.”
She flushes and whispers, “Thank you.”
And she gives me a fashion show for the fucking books. Holding my gaze, she peels off her clothing, and shimmies into a pretty white-laced thong with a matching bra, then slides a gorgeous lilac sundress on.
“Beautiful, baby. I love it.”
She smiles and grows more confident as she dresses, choosing next a pair of slim-fitting jeans and a soft pink top, a little pencil skirt with a lacy tank top, a few more dresses, and a swimsuit that makes me want to take her on a beach vacation, right here, right now.
“These are amazing,” she says, gesturing to the pile of clothes on the bed. “Are you sure it’s not…” her voice trails off.