Katie walks over to my desk and grabs the phone before walking away from me to make the call. It’s obvious that she wants some sort of privacy. Fine.
I sit down in my chair and wait, hearing her muffled words just outside my door.
What are they discussing? Will she accept my deal or not? I’m not used to being put into this sort of dilemma. A part of me just wants to go out there, rip the phone out of her hand, and take her – take what I want, when I want it. But for some reason, I want Katie to be just as on board with the idea as I am. I want her to beg for it.
I spin my chair and look out the window. Down below, the city is alive with activity. Countless people move from place to place, carrying briefcases under their arms or a purse slung over their shoulders. They’re all trying to make ends meet, working a nine-to-five job and hating it. On the other hand, Katie has the opportunity to work from home and make a killing while doing so. What is there to discuss with her mother?
Across from the river is a park. Most mornings, I jog through that park, enjoying the cold air against my face while listening to music. Maybe I can convince Katie to join me. It would be rather nice to have some company while exercising.
Plus, when we get back to my mansion, all hot and sweaty, that’s just another excuse to jump into the shower together. An image of her body, dripping wet, flashes through my head. I mentally undress her, picturing those magnificent tits, big and perky, with dark areolas and puffy nipples. Mmm, what I wouldn’t do to have those nipples between my fingers – between my teeth – rolling back and forth until she tilts her head in pleasure, moaning ever so softly.
To hear her cry my name…
Already, I’m growing excited. My bulge is pressed against the fabric of my pants, begging for release. Soon, I promise. Real soon.
Through the glass window, I spot her body. My eyes are instantly glued to her curvy frame. Oh, I can’t wait to snatch those clothes off of her and yank her panties down with my teeth. I can only imagine the look on her face. The soft gasp that will certainly escape her lips. Maybe I’ll tease her first and hook my thumb underneath the waistband, pulling on it until the fabric digs into her sensitive mound. I’ll have her squirming, her hips lifting in the air, trying to beg for it while her eyes plead with me to take her. But I would continue to torment her sweet body, tugging on her thong until the tiny string completely disappears between her cheeks. Only then would I rip it off, letting it fly across the room.
And she’d never see them again. Oh no, I’d keep those for myself as a souvenir of being her first. Or maybe I’ll sell them. They would make a killing on her site.
My mind wanders again, and suddenly I picture Katie bent over my desk. She taunts me by swaying her hips back and forth. I come up behind her and run my hands along her milky white flesh. All of a sudden, I smack her right cheek, leaving behind an angry red handprint.
She jumps, but I pull her hair, forcing her to arch her back and look at me. Our eyes lock. I tease her hole with my cock, thick and throbbing.
“Please,” she moans, already purring like a kitten.
Hearing her nearly puts me into a frenzy, but somehow, I manage to keep my composure. I run my fingers along her slit to find that she’s soaking wet, and practically dripping onto my desk. I lean down and flick my tongue against her clit.
She goes wild.
My tongue moves faster, teasing that sensitive bud until it’s engorged with desire, blooming like a flower. Then I ease my tongue inside her tight little hole, moving it in and out, faster and faster with each passing second.
She starts to shake. I can tell that she’s getting close.
I stop. She whimpers, pleading with her eyes.
Once again, I take my cock in my hand, lining it up with her hole. I press the tip against the entrance.
“Tell me how much you want it, baby. Beg for it.” Again, I pull on her hair, harder this time.
She moans, shaking.
“Tell me or I walk away,” I growl.
“Please…”
“You’re going to need to do better than that.”
“Sir…”
“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” I’m just about to thrust it inside of her when the door opens.
The fantasy vanishes.
Katie stands right in front of my desk, phone in hand, her eyes wide.
Time seems to stop as I wait for her answer.
“I accept your deal, Mr. Lockhart.”
