Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Her father stops bemoaning his own plight and calls her in. His daughter, Sarah, he says her name. It isn't right for him to be involved in this. If he cared about her, he'd tell her to go. For a moment, anger flares beneath my business casual surface. He isn't just a degenerate; he is that kind of degenerate.
It's unlucky for Sarah that her father sees the opportunity and he takes it. Tells her to sit on my lap.
But what do you expect from a man who swindled millions of dollars from my company when by providing shoddy building materials for my buildings?
A man who cut corners and whose negligence put my employees at risk. At first I thought he was just lay and I would have to fire him.
But then I found out that he wasn’t actually lazy - but manipulative and cunning. He was far from lazy - rather, he was quite busy stealing from me.
In the past, with other dealings, I knew there was something I didn’t like.
So I trapped him. Threatened to involve the police.
And now, to get out of this, he offers me his daughter.
Now I'll find out what kind of girl she is. Those innocent eyes could be a facade, and I'll know by her approach if she has been used. It irks me that Sarah is willing to do it. She seems tentative but makes her way toward me, her eyes the size of the moon when she starts drinking me in.
Poor girl. Sarah knows to be afraid, but she doesn't understand. It isn't too surprising; she doesn't know about her father's dealings, surely. That graceful, timid set of steps toward me tells me, no, he's never used her before. Not to close a business deal. Fuck, she's so innocent, she perches her tiny round ass on the edge of my knee like I'm a mall Santa. I pull her back against me and I feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
Of course she fucking likes what she sees. If she's this turned on though, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe her father is her pimp and he has me come here to show me the goods he has. It sickens me. I can't help but feel every soft inch of this girl, and I don't want her to be like her scummy mother. Her mother once offered to fuck me to close another business deal in the past … as if I'd want that.
“You can refuse to accept,” I tell Sarah. “No way will I drag someone against their will.”
But she’s silent. If she objected in the slightest, then fuck the father - I’d be out.
If Sarah offers...I will want it, but fucking doing it is not payment alone. I cannot think about her soft curves. I need to think about business. Still, I pull her tight against me because that edge-of-my-knee stuff isn't going to work.
It wouldn’t work for anyone. You know this.
Her heart is beating furiously and her palms are sweating. This is no act or stage jitters. Fuck, she's just some little girl whose father has decided that he can't pay his debts so his daughter's pussy should do it. Sickening, but I fucking want this girl. Her innocence isn't fake, and I want to taste her. Her trembling limbs need soothing. I want to soothe her, and then I want to fuck her so hard her creamy white skin is flushed pink and red like she's made of strawberries. And now I wonder why I'm being such a little bitch about this. I can't accept the offer that this slime ball is currently extending. Sarah doesn't even fucking know what it means.
Goddamn it, I'm taking this deal. I am. Part of me just wants to get her away from men like her father.
But what kind of man am I? I want to take the deal. And I can tell myself that I'm saving her, but when I can feel how damp my thigh is getting on my slacks because of her pussy—fear never stems back arousal—I can think I want to save her all I want but really I'm justifying this erection that I'm pressing into her back. Yeah, I'm no savior. Sarah needs saving, and I'm not the one to do it.
Still, I agree. I'll take her. I know I won't be able to think straight unless I get her out of this house. I'll send a car for her and bring her to the condo I always intended to rent but end up staying in most nights. I have a mansion, but it's so fucking empty. I like that penthouse so much more.
I accept the deal. This is what slipping into the darkness of your soul feels like. I don't think I can resist the way this girl enraptures me.