To my satisfaction, she read through every word carefully. She was silent as she read through the stipulations we’d discussed.
“I just have one question,” she looked up finally.
“Where will I live when the three months are over? You don’t want me to work, with the exception of ‘helping you around the house or office as you deem necessary,’ but after the three months are over, I’ll be homeless.”
“Keep reading, Jill,” I pointed to a paragraph that outlined what will transpire once the three months are complete. “I would never allow you to be homeless.
Once the three months are over, I will lease something until you are able to get on your feet with a job- after you graduate college.”
She pursed her lips and tapped her chin with the fountain pen as she read, considered every word, and thought quietly. I was beginning to grow impatient with the amount of time she took to think about matters we’d already discussed and agreed upon previously, especially since she had no qualms about signing my Confidentiality Clause without reading it.
Finally, she signed and dated the contract, initialing each section containing the different stipulations to the agreement. She handed the document back to my lawyer and I felt a deep sense of victory. She would be mine for the next three months.
“Very good. I will make a copy for you to keep on file.” my lawyer said eagerly. I nodded, shook his hand, and showed him out.
Next, I took her to the University, where I paid the balance owed and she picked out her books. It was a very mundane chore, but necessary.
As she carried an armful of textbooks for social science, statistics and economics, I was briefly reminded of the very first day I’d met Travis as he carted an armload of books across the school lot. I scowled.
“What’s wrong?” Jill asked as I took the books from her.
“Nothing.” I answered distantly and walked ahead of her toward the bookstore register.
As the clerk placed her books into a bag, Jill turned to me with a smile on her face.
“Okay, this is definitely better than going to the library to make copies.” I could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, and I couldn’t help a smile.
“You can use my library to study. There’s a desk in there that is never used,” I stated, and she beamed up at me, which caused some of the ice around my heart to chip.
I sent Jillian back to my penthouse, and I returned to the office. I still had work to do, but I had plans for her that night.
I arrived home around seven in the evening. Mrs. O’Malley had already gone for the day. Jill sat on the overstuffed brown leather sofa in my entertainment room. A fire was blazing in the hearth and she was browsing the TV for something to watch.
I stood in the doorway and watched her. She wasn’t yet aware of my presence as she sat with her head resting against her hand while she flipped through the channel guide. Dark auburn waves spilled over her shoulders onto the sofa and she was wearing an NYU sweatshirt.
She suddenly sensed my presence and looked over her shoulder. Her smile told me that she was genuinely happy to see me, and my lips curved into a slight grin, but I wasn’t about to get distracted from my plans.
“Come here,” I commanded in a low voice. I watched as she obediently set the remote control down on my glass coffee table and approached me. I sensed that she was now at least a bit timid. Good.
Without a word, I grabbed her firmly by both arms and pulled her to me. I knew I wasn’t hurting her, but my firm hold silently told her who was in charge from this point forward.
She looked up at me and I found those pouty lips much too irresistible. I bent down and took her lower lip between my teeth gently before I kissed her mouth. I tipped her head back and kissed her as my eyes darted briefly toward the darkened corner behind her, where my surveillance was camouflaged with the rest of the decor. Then I returned my focus back to the beauty in my arms.
My tongue pressed between her lips, demanding entry and she immediately parted her lips for me. Her mouth was hot and needy, and the blazing heat radiating from her small frame made my cock throb hard. I released my grip from her arms and moved my hand to the nape of her neck before I grabbed a chunk of her hair in a vice-like grip and pulled her head back. I wasn’t as rough as I was usually.
The other women I’d fucked in recent years knew exactly what how I took it, and they were more than willing to give it. I’d have to be slow and steady with Jill as I tested her and watched her blossom. She was still innocent. I’d have be mindful of my self-control tonight.
She gasped as I pulled her head back. I trailed kisses down the porcelain skin of her neck. Her skin was like silk against my mouth.
“You signed the contract. You are mine,” I whispered sternly.
“Yes…” She breathed, panting. Already I had her desperate.
“Yes, what?” I prompted.
“Yes, Sir.” She answered quickly. I ravenously pressed my mouth to her lips again, already on-edge.
In one easy swoop I lifted her and carried her down the hall toward the guest bedroom. Her legs dangled over my arm as she looked up at me with passion and hunger in her eyes.
“I thought you didn’t fuck in your penthouse,” she said and I arched a brow as I looked down at her in a warning glare.“For you, I’ll make an exception.” I pushed through the door and set her down on her feet in front of me. Without another word I pulled that bulky sweatshirt from her shoulders and my fingers expertly unfastened the black lace that cupped her supple breasts.
God, she’s beautiful. It was the first time I’d seen those luscious tits with their silky, fair skin and pink nipples that were already hardened from my touch. I grabbed a handful, gently, kneading them as my cock now ached within the tent of my pants. I lightly kissed her lips, and then trailed my mouth down her neck, and took each nipple in turn. She threw her head back and groaned softly from the pleasure. I fucking loved how she didn’t hide from the pleasure I gave her. I knew every time I hit a delicate nerve, because she’d throw her head back and moan. The plan was going much more smoothly than I could have imagined.
I clenched her nipple firmly between my teeth and she gasped while I worked to pull her jeans down to her ankles.
“From now on, you’ll be ready and waiting for me when I arrive home from the office, wearing the lingerie I paid for, or nothing at all. This… is unacceptable.” I spoke in a soft, but commanding tone.
I could sense Jillian flame red from my correction, but she had to know what my expectations were regarding this contract.
“Yes, Sir.” she whispered as I pulled the denim away and lay it in a pile atop the sweatshirt.
I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw that she was wearing a slim, silk black thong beneath the denim.
“I will reward you for this, however.” I spoke as I snapped the thin band of her silk thong. It made a light slapping noise against her hip. She let out a soft breath in response. I tossed her back onto the bed so that her feet were dangling over the edge.
I ripped the thong from her body using both hands before I gripped both thighs and parted her legs. She had shaved herself clean earlier that day. I saw how her pink flesh glistened for me, and it pleased me greatly. I had to taste her.
I felt my cock raging angrily. This woman had a smooth, tight pussy, full tits and hips for grabbing. And she was all mine for the next three months. Life is good when you have the money to support contracts, I smirked to myself as I admired her slick, greedy cunt spread for me. I moved my head between her thighs, and felt her breathing pick up more rapidly in anticipation.
“Has any man ever touched you here, sweet thing?” I asked in a husky voice.
“Only you… Sir.” she added that last part, almost forgetting herself.
“I am the only one, then?” I asked as my fingers brushed over her wet heat, barely touching her.
“Yes, Sir.” She panted in desperation.
I slid my tongue over her juicy slit and
felt her take a sharp intake of air in response. Delicious. Her response to me was most encouraging, and I worked my magic on her delicate mound.
I caressed her with my tongue, moving in circles around her clit and sucked on it, nibbling on it lightly before sucking on it again. I felt her body writhe against my face and when I slid my tongue into her tight hole, she nearly lost it. She cried out loudly as I brought her to the edge, and then I slowed my pace to a halt. She whimpered in objection, gasping and panting.
“Don’t disturb my hotel guests, sugar.” I said with a grin.
She was delicious and I could have spent the rest of the evening eating her out, but my cock was a raging throb beneath my pants. She threw her head back against the bed in agony as I denied her of her impending orgasm.
“I thought I was getting rewarded… Sir.” she pouted, nearly forgetting herself again.
“You were… until you became very loud.” I teased as I pulled a small bullet-shaped object from my pants. Then I unfastened my pants and pulled them down with my boxer briefs.
My erection angrily sprang free, and I’ll never forget the open-mouthed look on Jill’s face as she saw it for the first time. Had I any less self-control, I would have grabbed her by the hair and shoved my dick into that already-open mouth. But her mouth would need training for my thick length and size.
“That… fit inside me yesterday?” She asked, staring with shock and awe.
I smirked. “Because I was more gentle with you than I’ve ever been before, yes…” Then I held up a silver bullet vibrator and her eyes went round.
“Spread your legs for me again.” I commanded. She did, but she looked hesitant.
“Um, is that… has that been used before?” She asked.
I sighed, annoyed. “It’s brand new for you, Jillian. What do you think I am? You need to trust me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” she apologized, flaming red.
I lowered myself as I gently but firmly slid the vibrating trinket deep into her slick folds. “I’ll just have to punish you for your lack of trust, my dear.”
In response, she groaned and writhed slightly, but I grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her to her feet in front of me.
“Kneel.” I ordered and she did. I was very pleased with her submissive nature, since I had not outlined such expectations previously.
She was gasping, panting and twitching from the sensations of the vibration within her.
“Now, I’m going to begin training that mouth for my cock.” I said. “Have you ever had a cock between those lips?”
“No, Sir.” she whispered, heady with desire. I smiled down at her and pressed the tip of my length against her slightly parted lips.
Good. I’ll be claiming her in every way.
“Open.” I commanded and she complied, rounding her lips for me.
I pushed the tip against her soft, warm tongue. A slight shudder ran up my spine as she closed her lips around the tip and sucked. I inhaled sharply and moaned, closing my eyes briefly before I looked down at her. She was looking up at me, asking me silently if she was pleasing.
Oh yes, sweet thing, you are very pleasing.
Very gently, with every ounce of control I didn’t know I had, I pushed more of my length into her hot, wet mouth. I grabbed her thick, wild waves into a handful and held her head in place, her juicy lips wrapped around the stiff length of my cock. She kept an even tempo for several minutes and it felt amazing. I was ready to fuck that hot mouth and watch those pouty lips move up and down at the pace I set for her.
“Now-” I started giving instructions, but she slinked her tongue over the tip and base, and sucked hard, and I nearly fell over the edge. God, this girl… I almost thought she was lying when she said she’d never done this before. That sweet little move of her tongue caused me to lose some of my self-control. I gripped the fistful of her hair tighter and forced my cock nearly down her throat. She gagged slightly, and I pulled back immediately.
“You’re a greedy thing, and you’ll learn how to take it all.” I said.
“Yes, Sir.” She looked up at me with swollen, moist lips. She moved to take my cock back into her mouth, but I pulled her head back, still gripping her hair.
“Not so fast. I never gave you permission to take it again.” She blinked up at me, and frowned slightly.
There was an intense pleasure and agony in her eyes as the vibrator created sensations within her. My lips curved into a smirk as I gazed down at her, enjoying the furious white-hot desire coursing through her body. It was written all over her face. It was the same blazing desire flooding my core.
Bloody hell. The things I’d do to this girl if she was more experienced… Patience, Woodward. Oh, fuck the patience. She signed the contract.
At this rate, I just needed to feel that sweet pussy. I had never struggled to maintain control the way I struggled with little Miss Jillian Pryor.
I gripped her arms and brought her to her feet. My hands hungrily trailed down the sensuous curves of her body before I brought my mouth down on her moist, swollen lips again. As I kissed her, I reached into her most sensitive spot and pulled out the bullet-shaped trinket.
I set it on the nightstand beside me and continued ravishing her lips. Her mouth was eager and ready as she slid her tongue against mine with a passion. I cupped the cheeks of her ass and lifted her as I did the day before and she wrapped her legs around me, never tearing her lips from mine. I walked her around to the side of the bed and threw her down on the duvet.
Like an animal, I gripped her arms again and trailed my mouth from the nape of her neck down to her breasts. I wanted to taste those luscious, full tits. I pulled on her firm nipples with my teeth and heard her gasp sharply. Good.
I let go of her and I lay back on the bed. She looked down at me and nibbled on her lower lip momentarily before I took her by the forearms and pulled her on top of my body. I wanted to see all of her as I gave her every inch. She knew what I wanted, and lowered her wet heat over my still-throbbing cock.
You’re moving too slow, sweetheart. I grabbed her hips and impaled her. Perhaps that was a bit rough. Who gives a fuck? She’s mine.
She jerked her head back and cried out, but she was so slick, I was able to bounce her up and down with ease. I groaned loudly as electric pleasure shot through me every time I pushed through her tight heat. I wanted her sore again, but I slowed the pace after a few moments, because otherwise I’d blow my load before I was ready.
“Ohh.. Mason, Sir…” Jill moaned loudly, now grinding on me. I still gripped her hips, controlling her movements and pace. After taking a few minutes to gather my momentum, I gave her a few rapid thrusts and she clenched around me, gasping in orgasm.
She was now panting in ecstasy, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. Gripping her arms, I rolled her over so that her back was on the duvet and I was on top of her. Immediately I rammed back into her hyper sensitive folds as I pinned her wrists above her head. I fucked her like this, hard, as it pleased me, and slowed my pace only when I felt myself get too close.
I wanted to see her orgasm again, and it didn’t take long. I felt her hot tightness clench around my cock like a vice. I grabbed both cheeks of her ass and moved her with force, for my own pleasure. She moaned my name over and over, forgetting to call me by my preferred title, but I was so far gone, I didn’t even care. I groaned deeply as I released inside her, still thrusting lightly until I’d completely finished. I kept myself inside her, breathing heavily as I came back down from that intense orgasm.
Shit, that was incredible. Who knew the backstabber’s little sister could be such a hot fuck?
I needed another round before bed, but then I saw that look in her eyes as she stared up at me. It was written all over her face: The tenderness, the affection… Hell, no. I released her delicate wrists from my firm grasp.
I slid off the bed and grabbed my pants, preparing to bid her good night, but she sat up.
“Will you stay the night with me,
Mason?” She asked. I froze in my tracks; the mere thought caught me by surprise and paralyzed me.
It had been years since I’d slept beside any woman, and that last woman was Ella, my would-be fiance. I felt my face harden as I looked at Jill. I quickly glanced up at the tiny black bulb that was hidden in the corner of her bedroom. It was another piece of surveillance strategically camouflaged.
“I have work in the morning.” I answered.
“I just thought that-” She began, but I couldn’t let her continue. She needs to be put back in her place.
“It’s only a contract, Jill. You must remember that.” I stated blatantly. “You get to stay in college and I get to fill that sweet spot between your thighs. It works out for both of us.” And I get some payback.
She pursed her lips. Hurt crossed her face. Damnit. I knew there would be consequences to deflowering this girl. But you also knew she’d be collateral damage, I silently reminded myself.
“I get it. You’re only using me for sex.” She grit her teeth.
“And you’re only using me for my resources.” I stated with a warning glare. I was growing impatient, and I had to remind myself that she is still young…
“That’s not fair.” She retorted, and her voice shook.
“It’s not fair? How is that not fair, Jill? I never brought to light that you called me, after not seeing me for five years, only because you had no money, and no place to live.” My eyes flared.
“Only because you walked away from us! I never called you because you didn’t want me to bother you. You never answered my messages and you never showed up to my High School Graduation even when I sent you an invitation. I saved you a seat that day.” A few tears trickled down her face and quickly she turned her head away from me, directing her gaze downward toward the side table by the window. She still hated it when people saw her cry.
Why the fuck was I the one feeling guilty now? Her brother was the one who betrayed me. I felt my jaw tense. How the hell did we just go from having incredible sex to… this?
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