And there isn’t much to know, frankly. Kelsey’s a teen girl, innocent and sweet, with nary a mean bone in her body. Of course, she and her friend Amber are sassy and feisty, but that’s the beauty of being young. Even though they don’t know much, they’re bursting with confidence and ready to take on the world.
But it’s confidence mixed with reserve in my girl’s case, and that’s what I love about the brunette. She’s got a feisty edge, but also a side that knows exactly when to fold. And in my presence, the female was absolutely giving. Kelsey knew her master by instinct, her will soft and accommodating when faced with a hard, masculine character.
So I waited in the cabana impatiently. Where was she? It’s been a fuckin’ long week, but the advance team assured me that the wait was necessary. The needed to do additional checks, as well as some other random testing. It was annoying as hell, but supposedly, this had to be by the book. Every rule had to be followed, every process and procedure, to make sure that everything went down okay.
Because frankly, we’re billionaires and there’s too much at stake to throw away on a one-night transaction. In the wrong hands, things can get hairy, and it’s better to take precautions before anything’s happened. There’s no sense in waiting for a crisis to develop and then jumping into action. So yeah, I waited, but not with any semblance of grace. It was pure hell knowing that I’d given my card to Kelsey, only to be stuck here now like a toad on a log.
But finally, we were going to meet again. The second round was coming, and I’d been looking forward to it all week. So I leaned back on the lounger, trying to get comfortable. We were back in the pool area again, but today, it was quiet. There was no one here except for a few serving girls, moving around silently in the background as they carried out their jobs. Of course, the women had bare breasts and were absolutely beautiful with glowing skin and demure gazes. But I didn’t see them, my eyes merely skating over their forms as I fantasized of my beautiful brunette Kelsey.
And more through sheer sense than any noise, suddenly she was here. My chin jerked up and sure enough, the girl had arrived, dressed in nothing but tiny pink bikini bottoms that covered her sweetest spot. Her breasts swung freely, heaving ever so slightly in my presence.
“Hello,” I rumbled as she dropped to her knees beside my lounger, eyes cast down. “It’s good to see you again.”
She nodded silently until I put a finger under her chin, tilting that sweet face to mine.
“How have you been, sweetheart?” was my languorous drawl. “I’ve missed you.”
Her breath hitched upon hearing the words.
“I’ve been good,” she mewled. “And it’s good to see you again as well, sir.”
A grin flashed across my face. They taught these girls well, what with the “sirs” and “misters.” But the form of address didn’t bother me so much because I like my females to be comfortable. I’m not like some of my sadistic brothers who want their women trembling with fear as well as anticipation.
So I flashed her another grin and patted the lounger next to me.
“I see you’re back,” I said, watching ravenously as she unfolded that curvy form to sit on the beach chair, the white flesh so creamy and tempting. “What caused you to come back?”
She flushed, stealing a look my way.
“Well, I had a good time last time, and thought I’d see what else there was.”
My grin turned into a knowing smile.
“So you had a good time, hmm?” was my lazy drawl. “Glad to hear because I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.”
She smiled tremulously.
“Yes sir,” she said in a low voice. “Or should I call you Master?”
I let out a short bark.
“Naw, none of that shit for me, honey. Some of the other guys around here love the bowing and scraping, but it’s not for me. Instead, I prefer to view us as equals. Is that alright with you?”
Her cheeks colored because I could tell that this wasn’t what they’d taught them in training. They’d probably told the girls that they had to be absolutely obedient, even subservient in their positions. But I’m a modern guy, and that’s not what rocks my boat. I like my girls feisty and sassy, and I knew Kelsey had it in her, even if right now, she was on the docile side.
But sure enough, a sparkle entered those brown eyes and she beamed back at me, that plush pout curving into a sweet smile.
“Well, can I call you Trent then, instead of sir or master? Or is that too familiar?” she asked saucily.