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“Why loan money at all? Don’t you have enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life?”
“I always need more money and power.” It will never be enough until I have done what I set out to do.
“Does money and power make you happy?”
“Very,” I lie. I haven’t been happy in a very long time. The only way I will find happiness and peace is when I kill the man who took my mother from me. And to achieve that, I need all the money and power I can get.I wake up long before she does, and I spend a good bit of that time watching her sleep. She looks relaxed and peaceful, which is odd, considering her situation. Or maybe I just think it’s odd because I sleep with one eye open, even in my own house.
After a while, I get up to take a shower. The image of Amara in my bed without underwear is fresh in my mind.
Under the hot spray of water, I grip my cock and start to stroke it. Imagining her tight pussy wrapped around it instead of my own hand. Fuck! I could go in there and have her now. I could make it good for her too, but something is stopping me.
I want her to be more than a quick fuck. I want her to stay here with me, and even though I need her to obey me, I also don’t want her to hate my guts.
My hips thrust into my hand on their own as I keep fucking my hand, thinking about the little temptress in my bed. Does she know how fucking sexy she is? Does she realize how she licked her plump lips, making me imagine she is licking my cum off?
It doesn’t take long before I feel my balls draw together, and the tingle in my spine turns into a full-body spasm. With a groan, I shoot my load all over the tile. Painting the shower with ropes of cum.
With one hand against the wall, I catch my breath and watch my release wash down the drain, thinking about what a waste it is. My cum belongs in her pussy and nowhere else.
Soon… very soon.
I finish my shower and dry off. As usual, I don’t bother covering up as I walk back into my bedroom.
A gasp fills the room as I enter. I look up and find Amara sitting up in the bed, clasping the blanket to her chest while gawking at me with her mouth hanging open.
“Well, good morning.” I grin, enjoying how embarrassed she looks even though I’m the one completely naked. My earlier suspicion is only strengthened by her reaction.
“You’ve never seen a man naked, have you?” At my question, her eyes–that have been glued to my dick for the last five seconds–suddenly find a random spot on the wall to look at.
“What? Of course, I have,” she quips, swiping some of her tangled-up hair from her face. “I’ve seen plenty of men naked. All kinds of men…”
“In real life or on the internet?”
“What does it matter?” She shrugs, looking anywhere in the room besides where I’m standing.
“It matters because I want to know how experienced you are. It will determine how I’ll fuck you the first time.”
Taking a few steps toward her, I stand in front of the bed. She finally looks up, and her eyes find mine.
“I don’t have any experience with men,” she admits as if she is embarrassed by that fact.
“Good. I’ll be your first and last.” Pride swells in my chest, knowing that no one has ever touched her or made her come. It will be a pleasure to be all of her firsts.
“So… how does this work?” She tries to change the subject. “Am I going to stay in this room today?”
“I was going to take you downstairs for breakfast first, introduce you to some of the staff and show you the rooms you are allowed to go in.”
“Okay. Um, is there more clothes I can wear?”
“Yes. In the closet. Pick whatever you like.” I wave my hand toward the open door.
Amara kicks the blanket off her body and gets up from the bed. I watch her body move quickly but gracefully through my room while she is trying her best not to look at me at all.
I give her a ten-second head start before I follow her into the walk-in closet. As I had hoped, Amara is just slipping her nightgown off, leaving us both standing completely naked only a few feet apart.
She lets out a little shriek when she realizes I’m here.
“I’ve already seen you naked,” I point out while picking out my own clothes. “Besides, don’t you want me to get dressed?” I tease her.
“This is not how I imagined things,” she says, changing the topic yet again.
