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Moments later, my phone buzzes with a text. When it buzzes again, I roll to the pile of textbooks and check my messages.
It says, Saturday.Dinner at Six,with an address containing a hyperlink that connects to Google maps. I click it, and when it finally registers where he lives, my jaw drops.
I could already tell from the furniture in his bedroom that Marius was wealthy. But he lives in a crescent of white Victorian villas facing the sea, and his home is one of the largest on that street.
Nobody who lives there could ever be middle class. Those properties look like they cost at least five million pounds apiece.
I’m not sure how I’m going to concentrate at university this week, knowing that I have to get things right on Saturday.
Whatever it takes, I need to ensnare Marius.
He’s the answer to all my problems.
ChapterFour
MARIUS
Funny how a man can feel like a jackass the moment the cum has cooled. I’m sitting in the master bedroom of my new house, covered in my own release, and shaking my head at the phone.
“If they could see you at the London School of Finance…” I bark a laugh, but it carries no mirth.
What the fuck was I thinking? Getting my cock out in front of a submissive and wanking like a boy on his first visit to PornHub?
Since when did I lose my mind around women?
I resolve not to think of Phoenix until next Saturday, but early the next morning, that asshole from the Red Room arrives with a car full of boxes. Resentment clouds his pasty features, and I tell him to leave them on the doorstep because I’ll be fucked if I let him into my empty basement.
If he somehow contacts Phoenix and informs her that I lied about having a fully-stocked playroom…
Irritation runs through me like a rash. What happened to not thinking about her?
By Sunday afternoon after I’ve sorted through my purchases, I’m texting to ask what she’s wearing. In the four hours it takes her to answer, I feel no better than the creeper who had pretended to be a switch for a chance to be with Phoenix.
For fuck’s sake.
I start a new job tomorrow, and Crius will undoubtedly call to demand progress on my mission, yet all I can think of are innocent gray eyes and how obediently she pleasured that hairless, wet pussy.
When my phone buzzes, anticipation rushes to my cock. I’m already semi-hard thinking it could be her.
It’s a picture.
Phoenix stands with one leg on a chair, her back faced to a camera positioned on the floor. She wears knee-high socks and a denim mini skirt that exposes both her spankable ass and her wet pussy.
That’s the extent of her attire, and I wholeheartedly approve.
She positions herself so she’s gazing down at the camera, with one arm raised, her body twisted to the side for a glimpse of one breast.
She texts again with the message,Getting myself worked up about Saturday. P xxx.
“Dirty girl.” I groan out loud, and pose for a picture of exactly what she does to my cock.
She messages back with,May I lick it, sir?
Then she adds an emoji of a lolly pop and a winky face poking out its tongue.
Suck this.I send her a close up of my hard cock.
And she responds with a pussy pic.
