GRAEME
Buying someone isn’t really my style but fuck if I’m not the luckiest man in the world. That little taste of her sweet pussy juice wasn’t enough. I need more of it, but this car doesn’t afford me the privacy to give her pleasure.
“Where to you live?” I ask as soon as she has her seatbelt on.
“Newcastle Estate,” she says and Duncan nods pulling the car back out into traffic. I pull out my phone and text, Estelle, my housekeeper in Edinburgh and give her the breakdown of what just happened. She keeps the house clean and ready for my use, but I quickly tell her about Julie, so she can have a room made up for her too. Princess themed. I also text Gunther, my valet, and have him bring me some things from Sutherland.
“Why are we going to my flat?”
“Your personal effects,” I tell her.
“Oh, okay. We don’t have much.”
“That all changes today. I’ll petition the church for a special license, but we may have to wait the twenty-eight days.”
“I can wait. We could use that time to get to know each other,” she says.
“You can’t leave me.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she says, grabbing my hand.
Okay, I have abandonment issues, sue me.
“I … my mother left when I was a six. She started a new family. I went to school and when I came home my father died.”
“I know. I heard about that. I am so sorry for your loss. My parents died last year. The train crash.”
“Oh God. I’m sorry. That must have been terrible for you.”
“I was so scared. I was sad, of course, but suddenly I was responsible for Julie, and I didn’t really have time to grieve. I went to the box of important papers my dad kept on his desk and broke into it. Thankfully, the flat was paid for, but taxes, groceries, clothes, it all added up. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I had to do it. This was my last resort. I thought I could make just enough money to get me through the rest of the school year.”
“Good thing I saw you, lass. Who knows what would have happened to you,” I tell her.
“I don’t even want to think about that, Graeme.”
“You’re safe now, both of you. I swear you always will be.”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me.”
We ride in silence to her flat and we get out of the car. Duncan will wait here all day if I want him to, so no need to worry about that.
The third floor flat is small, but clean. It smells like Christmas with the apples and cinnamon in the air.
“Julie will be home at three,” she says, looking over at the clock. It’s only twelve-thirty. We stare at each other for a moment, and then she’s in my arms, my tongue dancing with hers.
“Where is your bed?”
“Third door on the left,” she says, as I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom.
Her bed is a full size and too damn small, but I need to be inside of her. I set her on her feet and run my hands up her thighs, pulling her dress up as I go until she’s standing in front of me naked. Her perky tits are perfect. Her peach-colored nipples are taut and ready to be suck on.
“Get on the bed, lass,” I demand, turning to face the bed after she does what I ask.
I get my shoes off in record time, but I struggle with my tie as she spreads her thighs and shows me her glistening pussy.
“Need some help, Your Grace?” she moans as she runs her fingers over her clit. I swallow thickly as she uses two of her fingers and pumps them in and out of her tight little hole.