I wonder how well she follows orders in the bedroom.Is she quick to comply, or does she do a little bratting?I have a corruption fetish, and Sebastian prefers brats.Finding a baby girl who will suit both of those kinks can be difficult.
Half the fun has been trying to find a baby girl for both of our kinks.But it’s gotten boring, and even though we’ve met a few who come close, our personalities weren’t compatible for anything long-term.
The sound of the vacuum reaches my ears.
My dick jerks to attention.
The fuck?Now a vacuum can make me horny?
I take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down as Ella steps into view.I thought about closing my blinds, shutting myself off from temptation, but instead I’m sitting here in my dark office, hoping to catch a glimpse of this gorgeous woman.
There’s something different in the slope of her shoulders, though.A tension there, that I didn’t see yesterday.
Did Bash and I scare her off?Fuck, that’s the last thing I want.
Did my asshole son do something to upset her?
Maybe this is just my imagination, running away with me.Maybe a filthy, dark part of me wants Joel to break up with her because then she’ll be free.
She could be mine.
I watch her a bit more, the lights off in my office except for the desk lamp.Can she feel my gaze, hot on her body?
If she can, she gives no indication of it.She isn’t smiling, she isn’t stealing glances at me.
Something’s wrong.
When she passes close enough to notice me, I wave at her, gesturing her into my office.
She shuts off the vacuum cleaner, looking utterly defeated.Whatever’s going on with her, I don’t like it.
“Hello, Mr.Tyler,” she says as she enters the room.
“Is everything okay?”I can’t keep the protective growl from my voice.
She gives a little start.“Yes, of course.Everything’s in order.I’ll be in to finish dusting your bookcase before the end of my shift.”
I don’t know how to talk to her.I don’t know how to coax the truth from her lips, how to gain her trust.
If she were mine, I would wring it from her along with her pleasure.I would uncover all of her filthiest desires, as well as her tender, aching hurts.I’d soothe every part of her, give her relief.
But she isn’t mine.
Sighing in defeat, I say, “Remember what I said, Ella.You work in my building, and that means you’re under my protection.You can come to me with any trouble or problem.Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr.Tyler.Thank you.”
She sounds like she doesn’t believe me.It’s as if my words and reassurances are empty promises.I don’t make empty promises.Fuck.How can I convince her of my sincerity?
I can’t.She has absolutely no reason to trust me or believe my words.
I wish Sebastian were here.He’s the one with the smooth tongue, the voice that can make women drop their panties.Me, I’m the brute who lashes them with my tongue once they’re naked.
“I should return to my vacuuming,” she says.
“Sure,” I say.“Of course.”
Be mine.Let me kiss it better, baby girl.
