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“The male guards are tough, sure, but they’re not the brightest bulbs in the box,” Toni tells me. “They all think with their dicks instead of their heads if given half a chance.”
“Don’t all men do that?” Lena asks.
“True enough.” Toni and her fist bump each other in solidarity.
With my limited knowledge of men, or one man, I would have to agree with that statement.
All Lochlan seems to care about is sex and money.
17
Lochlan
Idon’t even make it half an hour riding in the back of the SUV to the city before I pull up the surveillance feed around the estate to see Sophie.
We should be on our honeymoon now, but I’m not taking her to a resort paradise until we’re fucking. Seeing her strut around in a bikini would give me blue balls from hell unless she’s putting out.
It’s only a matter of time before she changes her mind.
Hopefully the tennis court will do the trick. I have to figure out a way to make her happy, to convince her to stay long enough for me to appease Salvato and get through the civil trial.
Speaking of bikinis, the guards are hard to miss so it doesn’t take long for me to find them wandering around the indoor pool. Thankfully for my needy dick, Sophie doesn’t decide to go for a swim during her tour.
The rest of my morning is spent getting up to speed on the casino renovations caused by the bombing. Instead of replacing the ballroom, I’m having an indoor butterfly garden, a memorial with fountains and shit that are supposed to make the scene of so much death serene. I don’t know if it’ll work, but the PR firm suggested it.
I don’t have time to check on Sophie again until after a lunch meeting with business partners opening a new “escort service” in Berlin.
As soon as I’m alone in my office, though, I pull up the surveillance feed again. I find Snow White already on the newly finished tennis court, hitting the ball back and forth with her former trainer. And damn, she looks good in that short white skirt. It reminds me of the day we met, when I ran my knife under that cockteasing outfit and made her gasp for the first time.
Thinking about that day in her room and remembering the feel of her tight wet pussy makes me rock hard. Even if she wasn’t a virgin, it was the snuggest fit of my life. The girl hasn’t had much sex before me, which is almost as good as being her first.
It’s impossible for me to look away from her tenacity on the court. Even if she misses a rally, she does it with an all-out flourish, giving it everything she’s got.
Seeing her bend over to pick up the ball or her water bottle offers a fine view, even if it’s not an up-close shot.
Now I’m hard yet again, with no relief in sight, unless I take matters into my own hands. Everyone around me would likely benefit from me relieving some of the pent-up frustration. That’s why I pop the button on my pants then lower my zipper to free my swollen dick. My pumping fist is a poor substitute for Sophie’s sweet cunt, but it’ll have to do for now.
I don’t even remember the last time I had to use my own hand to get off. There has always been a line of willing women, ready to offer up their mouths, pussy, or ass to me at a moment’s notice. Pros who know exactly what I like to make me come apart. Or at least what I used to like. Now the thought of any mouth or pussy other than Sophie’s won’t cut it. Not that I’ve had her mouth yet. I will one of these days. I need her pretty lips wrapped around my cock at least once before I die, or before she leaves me.
That last thought is almost enough to derail my orgasm, so I push the notion aside. Instead, I imagine Sophie hot and sweaty in her tennis outfit kneeling before me. I would wrap her long, silky black ponytail around my fist and use it to guide her mouth up and down my cock, then hold her head hostage until I finish coming down her throat.
I wonder if she’s ever sucked a dick before. I would like to pretend she hasn’t, that mine will be the first. That she would be drooling and choking on it when I fill her mouth with more cum than she can swallow.
“Oh, fuck!” I exclaim as I start pulsing in my hand thanks to that image in my head. The only thing that would be better than seeing Sophie’s sweet, innocent-looking face covered in my cum is watching her stuff her hand in her skirt and panties, fingering herself at the same time I do it.
Sophie
I considered avoiding dinner with Lochlan, even after he had a tennis court built for me. But Lena and Toni urged me to shower and change by seven to avoid the fallout. Since they also told me that their day is over once I’m in for the night or left in Lochlan’s charge, I conceded, knowing they were more than ready to get home after twelve hours watching over me.
Fully aware of the new cameras when I had to take a shower, I undressed in the toilet closet and kept a towel wrapped around my body until the shower glass was steamy enough to hide most of my nudity from view. Only then did I remove the towel when I stepped inside.
After my shower, I keep the towel on to go pick out my underwear, planning to take them to change in the walk-in closet which doesn’t have cameras. In the top drawer of the dresser filled with all my panties and bras, I find a box that wasn’t there this morning. A box that says, “Emergency Contraceptive.”
Someone bought it for me, even knowing the cameras would see them. Was it Lena? Toni? Both of them?
What if it’s a trick? Lochlan told me he would make me throw the pill up if he found out I took it. Would he also fire my new guards? Kill them?
I quickly shut the drawer, leaving the box where I found it while I think it over.
