“Now is not the time sweet girl. Don’t worry. We will talk. But tonight, I want you to sleep. We have work in the morning.”
“Work?” she squeaks out. “You yourself said I am not qualified.” her arms spread wide just like her legs are to be soon enough. I can’t help but lick my lips as I walk up to her, her body moving until she comes up against the wall.
“Don’t worry, canary. You will be trained to do exactly what your job is to do.'' Looking down at her I do what I have been dying to do all night. Wrapping my hand behind her neck, I bring her head to mine, and suck that fucking bottom lip into my mouth and the moan is out before I can muffle it. “Fucking berries. I knew it.” I mumble to myself before my tongue invades her mouth. I can tell her innocence by the way she tries to imitate my movements. “Like this baby.” one hand holding her head, the other still wrapped around her neck, my need to be in control more urgent with her than ever before.
Showing her how I like to be kissed, it is more than a turn on that she is a fast learner. Fuck. This girl. I bite her lip, loving the sounds coming from her. “Shit baby. We have to stop before I fuck you right here.” I tell her, my forehead on hers. “Take your sweet ass upstairs, get in the shower and get in the bed.” she looks at me, this drunk, sleepy look in her eyes, her lips swollen and red from my enjoyment.
“Yes, Sir.” she whispers before walking to do as I instructed. I groan looking at her ass in those damn sweats as it sways back and forth going up the stairs. “Behave god damn it”, I scold my cock as I give him a squeeze. Making sure everything is secure, I walk up the stairs and hear the water running. I am picturing her dripping. Her body, wet and prime. Her tits pointed and swollen as her body begs for me. That pussy slick with a mix of water and her desire for me. Damn it, I need to walk away from this room.
Walking into my own shower, cock popping straight up, cum seeping out as it hits the top of my eight pack, I get in the shower, making it colder than ever, squeezing some shower gel in my hand and begin stroking him back and forth, my head on the shower wall groaning, trying to hold it off until I watch the seed that should be inside of her, hit the shower wall as I scream her name over and over until it stops. Holy fuck! I hope she’s ready. This is not going to be easy, or slow.
Getting dried off, I try to decide between a pair of pajama pants or in the buff, which is how I usually walk around my home. Dario you fuck. You want to send the girl running for the door tonight. You know damn well your monster is going to scare the shit out of her. At least give her pussy a head start tonight, since we both know tomorrow, you are going to obliterate that poor girl. Fine. Fuck. Nosy motherfucker. I say to my conscious before grabbing the only pair of pajama pants I own.
Walking down the hallway, I notice the shower has been turned off. It takes everything to knock and not barge in like all of my instincts are telling me to. So, like the good boy I most certainly am not, I knock. “Come in.” she says, her voice soft and undefiled. Too bad she won’t be able to hold on to that.
“You find everything ok, baby?” she looks up at me, her lashes covering her eyes.
“Yes, Sir. I just… I don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. I don’t have anything to wear and don’t know the first thing about office work.” Eyes brimming with tears. I can’t help but rub her cheek as the evidence of pain falls down on it. Wiping it off her perfect face, I bring it to my mouth, needing to take the pain from her and replace it with every part of me, including the possessiveness she is going to learn to love and obey.
“No worries, canary. You will begin training tomorrow. Early in the morning is breakfast and then the stylist will be here to fit you for clothes and...other things you will need. Set the alarm on the side table for six a.m. Enjoy this bed baby. Only time you will use it.” I look at her one more time, chastising myself. Finally I walk out the room and lean against the door. This girl is going to take my sanity. I know it. Why do I love it?