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"You're not… what?" he asked as he placed the tip of his finger in my pussy.
"Not… nothing," I replied as I tried to lower my hips to let the rest of his finger in but he wrapped his right arm around my stomach and held me up.
I was right about him being a sadist. Only the tip of his finger stayed in me and circulated a bit before he pulled out and played with my clit. Did he want me to beg?
"Please, I can't take it anymore, do something," I pleaded as hard as I could.
Just as the words left my mouth, his finger raced inside of me, causing my legs to buckle. He led me to the bed and made me lay on my stomach while continuing to finger me for the thrill of it.
When I left for the conference that morning, I didn't expect to be half-naked and having my insides toyed with by someone I'd just met.
"Ahhh!" I moaned loudly as he introduced a second finger and moved it all the way in.
He started to flick against my insides, twisting me just the way he wanted.
"I love the sounds you make," he said proudly. "I was right to call you beautiful, Olivia."
I couldn't talk. I started wiggling my butt just to get a better dose of his fingers until he pulled out. I turned and land on my back as my left hand raced to my pussy, offering me a temporary calm after the fire he had caused. He stared at his finger I had soaked and back at me.
"I'm sorry…" I apologized, although I wasn't sorry at all. It was his fault for making me soak this much.
"It's no matter," he said as he licked his fingers and stared down at me. "We're just getting started."
Chapter two
The Woman who Changed me
Ben (Before the hotel room; before the conference)
Richmond
Dr. Ben Sullivan, forty year old, is a successful billionaire surgeon, and the oldest of the Sullivan brothers and a terrible father.
"So how is grandma treating you?" I asked softly.
"She's okay," Chloe, my five-year-old daughter, replied.
"And you, are you doing okay?" I felt a little uneasy asking.
"I'm doing alright," she replied.
"Did you get the toys? And the books?"
"Hmm."
It felt strained. Every time I tried to communicate with her, it felt strained. I wanted to be a good father, a good role model or something, but it didn't seem like it was working. I was always on trips or trying to save someone's life.
"When are you coming, Daddy?" Chloe asked, disrupting my thoughts, "Grandma made cookies. They're good!"
"I'm sure they are, but I don't think I'll be able to taste them today," I apologized. "I'm sorry my angel."
"It's alright, see you soon daddy," she said.
"Soon, I love you," I reminded her.
"Love you too, byeee," she said before hanging up.
I let out a tired sigh as I buried my face in my palms.
