She’s turning into a bad girl. One that I’m starting to like. I walk over to her and decide that I’m going to fuck her so hard that the multiple orgasms that she had on the chair and even in the bathroom are nothing compared to the one that she’s going to have right now. She’s going to be happy that I left her on Saturday. Now, not only will her pussy be sore, but I’ll have her so hard that she’ll be screaming my fucking name, begging me for mercy!
Chapter 16
Isobel
I sit at my desk basking in thoughts of everything that has been going on with Christian and I. Not so long ago I was a country girl who was holding my V-card very close. This has since been shattered to smithereens big time. I’d been fucked every way imaginable, and more. I imagined a romantic setting like the one that Leo set-up for the Prom. Two people in love and
their bodies joining as one. That feels like a girl’s dream. I feel as if he’s turned me into a woman. At times I wonder if I’m now officially a whore?
“Isobel,” Christian calls in a rough voice.
I make a point of grabbing my pen and pad. I knew that the girls were watching me, so I made sure that I look as if I’m going into his office for a good reason.
“Just coming!”
“What’s taking you so long?” he shouts angrily.
“Just grabbing my pen and pad.”
I glance behind me as I walk towards the office, I can see Jean leaning her head from behind her monitor and sure enough she’s watching me.
I enter the office and walk towards the desk.
“Sit,” Christian says in a slightly pissed off voice.
“What’s wrong?”
We’ve been getting along so well. I’ve done everything that he’s said over the last few days and then at night, sometimes I stay at his house. Even in the same bed. Now, he’s treating me as if I’m a stranger. There must be something on his mind.
“I have to go away on business.”
That catches me by surprise, because that means I need to sleep every night in the room. The one I dread going back to and have avoided sleeping there in a while.
“You’ll be back soon,” I don’t know if I’m comforting him or myself?
“I’ll be away all week, shit, fuck!” he says as he slaps his hand against the desk and rubs the area where I made myself come for him.
“Oh, that long?”
Now, I’m really disappointed, because I only have a couple of weeks left here. Maybe I’ve had my head up in the clouds, because we’ve been getting on so well. Part of me hasn’t want to think about leaving.
“Yep, it’s the Japanese, I have to go there and see what they are talking about.”
“Well, we always have the phone and the internet, you know how much fun that is,” I’m trying to think about our time apart as not being so bad.
“Isobel, I’m pissed off, I’m not really in the mood.”
Wow, I can’t believe that this is the same man. I want to get out of here. He doesn’t have to take his frustration out on me. I don’t deserve it.
“Oh, sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut in future.” I cower deeper into my chair.
“Yep, do that,” he replies. “You can get back to work; I’ll be leaving soon.”
“What? You mean today?”
“Yes Isobel, which is why I wanted you in my office, but you took so long.”
Like two minutes!