“Yes, Mr. Steele. Every inch of the room has been cleaned to perfection.”
“Did you place those nice fruit bath bombs in there? I know girls like those.”
Alicia just barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Steele. Everything you requested has been fulfilled. We even added another mini fridge with a variety of food in case she wants a snack.”
“Good job, Alicia.” I strode into my office and exhaled with relief. I wanted Rosy to enjoy this. Don’t ask me why, but somehow, her happiness meant a lot to me. This whole set-up was probably going to frighten the poor thing at first, but I didn’t want that to be an on-going thing. I wanted the girl relaxed, smiling … and ready for me.
Frowning, I snuck a glance at the clock again. It was eight-ten, and Frank had promised that his perfect daughter would arrive at eight on the dot. I sighed in exasperation and grabbed my phone before dialing Frank.
“Hello?” Frank’s scratchy voice answered. He sounded like he’d just risen from the dead.
“Frank. It’s Randolph Steele. Your daughter isn’t here yet.”
Frank groaned on the other end of the line. “Didn’t I tell you she was coming?”
“You said she’d be here at eight. And she’s not here,” I said icily.
Frank sighed. “Yeah, okay. She walks everywhere, so she’ll probably be a little late.”
Walking? Who walks in the desert? “I should have sent a car.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. My daughter likes walking. She says it keeps her from turning into a fatass, but it’s a little late for that,” Frank sniggered. I rolled my eyes. This man was such an asshole, denigrating his own offspring.
“Fine. I’ll wait. But if she doesn’t show up, you’ll be sorry.” I waited for Frank to reply, but he hung up with a click, leaving me frowning.
I glanced back at the clock. It was eight-twenty. I sighed and phoned my secretary, Lisa.
“Lisa?”
“Good morning, Mr. Steele. What can I help you with?”
“Is there any word from Rosy?”
“Oh, I got received a call about five minutes ago, from a Betty Harris. She’s a friend of Rosy and said she was dropping her off.”
“Good.” I was relieved Rosy wouldn’t be walking the entire way.
“Is there anything else I can assist with?” Lisa asked in a professional voice.
“No, that’s it.” I hung up the phone and stood up to get a cup of coffee. I sipped it slowly to try and relax.
My phone rang, causing me to jump. I rushed over and picked it up. Seriously, I was turning into a bundle of nerves, and the girl hadn’t even arrived yet. What the fuck was happening? Usually, nothing gets under my skin, much less a sweet, curvy eighteen year old with big brown eyes.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Hi, Mr. Steele. Rosy is here. Should I send her up?”
It had barely been half an hour, but I felt like I’d been waiting forever.
“Send her in.”
I paced back and forth in my office until I heard a light knock. I walked back to my desk, sat down, and folded my hands on top of the shiny wooden surface. There. Perfection. The king on his throne.
“Come,” I growled.
Rosy slowly opened the door and peeked in. Her curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a tight white shirt and black shorts. Her breasts looked so big and soft, and as she turned to close the door, I saw that her ass was plump and round. I started to get hard as I watched her sit down in the chair in front of my desk.
“You’re late,” I said, trying to sound reserved and remote.
Rosy bit her lip. She looked nervous. “Mr. Steele, you’re not my boss. I work at the Pink Flamingo. I went there this morning, but they were closed.”
I nodded my head. “So?”
“So... Well, um, I need a job,” Rosy stammered.
I kept a straight face. “I have a job for you. I’m sure your dad told you that.”
Rosy flushed, looking up with wide eyes. “What kind of job?”
“Well,” I started as I loosened my cufflinks. “I made a deal with your dad, in which he gets paid, and you come stay with me for a month.”
“Yes. My dad told me that last night. But sir … are you looking for a maid?” she asked, confusion shining from her eyes.
I chuckled harshly. “The Grand has hundreds of highly trained maids. No, sweetheart. I didn’t pay five thousand dollars for a maid.”
Rosy shifted uncomfortably. “Um…what are you looking for then, Sir?”
The word “Sir” sounded real good falling from her lips. My erection got harder just hearing it, but I shot her a smooth smile, giving nothing away. “What do you think I’m looking for, sweetheart?”
Rosy’s cheeks turned a deliciously bright shade of pink.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, looking down at her hands. “I really don’t know, Mr. Steele.”
A rapacious smile crossed my mouth. “I bought you for a month,” was my soft growl. “And I intend to enjoy every single moment of that month.”
She flushed again, biting her lips and turning that pout a beautiful shade of rose red. “Do you…do you mean sex?” her voice was barely above a whisper.
I nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.”
Rosy jumped up then. “No! I’m a free woman with my own will, I’m not having sex with you. I don’t even know you!”
I smiled like a tiger stalking its prey. “Knowing or not knowing is just a question of degree,” I said casually, not moving an inch. “Besides, the money’s already been paid. You don’t have a choice.”
She grew bright red, drawing in short, shallow breaths. “But my dad set this up, not me. You can’t be serious!” Rosy looked horrified. She was shaking nervously and I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from her giant breasts as they quivered and bounced. My balls were aching – it killed me to admit it, but something about her fear and hesitation was turning me on.
I shrugged, although my voice gentled. “So what are you going to resort to? Where are you gonna go? Frank already said you’re not welcome back until the month’s over. He even went ahead and changed the locks,” I added.
Rosy fell quiet for a moment. She looked up at me with anger and betrayal and hurt in her eyes.
“You did this,” she said quietly. I slowly looked her up and down, licking my lips. My mouth was watering like crazy for a taste of those luscious curves.
“Yes. I did. My locksmith is always on call. But I can make this deal good for you,” I promised.
Rosy gasped again and folded her hands over her chest, shaking her head even as those narrow shoulders trembled. “I can’t believe this.”
“Listen, sweetheart. It may not be your ideal situation, but trust me,” I said, licking my lips. “I can make it worth your while.”
“What? How?” Rosy croaked.
I sighed. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. “Rosy, you don't have to be scared of me. I’m not a monster. You’ll see. I’ll even make sure you like it.”
Rosy bit her lip. “I don’t believe you,” she said in a low voice. “We’ve only met once before this. You don’t know me.”
I reached out to touch her face, cupping her chin and turning her face back to mine. I brushed her cheek with my thumb and looked deep into those big brown eyes.
“Sweetheart, I don’t need to know you. But rest assured, by the end of all this, you’ll be the one begging me for more.”
Her mouth snapped shut then, those caramel eyes wide. And slowly she nodded. “I don’t have a choice,” was her hopeless whisper. But then those brown pools turned to me again. “But trust me, Mr. Steele, this won’t be our last exchange. Even if I belong to you for the next month, I’ll always belong to myself first.”
That was just semantics. Grinning inwardly, I took her hand to my lips and gently kissed it. “Of course sweetheart, whatever you say.”
She inhaled at the feel of my lips on her skin,
and to my delight, the pulse at her neck fluttered quickly like a butterfly. She was just as aware of my masculinity as I was aware of her femininity. We were a perfect fit.
“So sweetheart, I guess I should lay down some ground rules.”
“Ground rules?” Rosy repeated, flustered.
I grinned and nodded my head.
“Yeah, ground rules. You didn’t think you were gonna be able to do whatever you wanted, did you? First of all, I like my women to cater to me. Call me old fashioned, but I believe a woman should serve her man,” I said in a rough voice. “Do you agree?”
Rosy blushed but didn’t say anything, trembling like a doe.
“And since I paid five thousand dollars for you, I expect to get my money’s worth,” I continued smoothly.
“Okay,” said Rosy in a small voice. “I get it. Sort of.”
I ignored her hesitation. “As soon as I get home, I want my shoes to be taken off, and then you’ll give me a nice foot rub.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice almost inaudible.
“Good. This is going to work out nicely. I also like women who can cook. Are you able to cook?”
Rosy nodded. “I like to cook,” she said shyly. “I look things up online and try them out all the time. It’s one of my favorite hobbies,” she added shyly.
I nodded in approval. “Good. Any favorite dishes? I’m open to trying new things.”
Rosy paused to think for a moment. “Vietnamese pho,” she said. “I spice it up and serve it with vodka.”
“That sounds delicious. I’ll have that tonight. You may cook whatever you’d like, as long as I approve the recipe beforehand.”
“Okay,” Rosy said nervously. She swallowed, her gorgeous pale throat working hard.
“I do have a personal chef, but since you’re here I’ll put him on leave for the month. I want to try to do things a little differently,” I said slowly.
“Differently?” Rosy asked.
I looked on the wall at my calendar and saw a small picture of a cabin when an idea struck me.
“Yes, differently. We’re going to stay in a cabin,” I announced. That was perfect. Away from my nosy hotel staff, who liked to barge in on my business. Plus, at the cabin, I’d have easy access to her twenty-four hours a day.
“The woods? We’re leaving Las Vegas for the wild?” Rosy gasped with a horror stricken look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed and red as she stared at me.
“Yes. It’ll be a month to remember,” I said sardonically, raising an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Rosy didn’t answer but the panic in her eyes was my answer.
“It’ll be a nice change from the city,” I said. “Away from the tourists, away from everyone else. The cabin is very remote.”
“I’ve never stayed in the forest,” Rosy said in a stilted voice. “Are we…are we going to be alone in the woods?”
“Yes,” I growled. “We are going to be alone.”
Rosy fell quiet then. There was a fearful look on her face, which I had to admit, was somewhat exciting to me. I wouldn’t harm her, of course, but it was fun to watch the delicious girl squirm. That was when I noticed she had calluses on her fingers, and little scratches running up her arms. I wondered how they got there. Was the Pink Flamingo working her that hard?
After another moment, Rosy peeked at me from under her lashes.
“I can be what you need me to be, Mr. Steele.” Her voice sounded small, and quiet, but very obedient. My heart thumped in my chest as she leaned forward, boobs threatening to spill out of her flimsy shirt.
My mouth started to water as her big, brown eyes stared into mine. My erection was raging now, but I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I stood up, with my cock making a huge bulge in my pants. Rosy’s eyes darted to my crotch, grew wide, and her mouth gaped open. Her soft cheeks flushed as she stared at the bulge. I grinned in satisfaction.
“You have duties,” I informed Rosy. “And it’s your job to fulfill them.”
Rosy nodded her head in agreement, unable to tear her eyes away from my stiff manhood. “Yes, Mr. Steele, I will fulfil my duties.”
I took her chin in my hand, lifting her face up. “That’s very good, sweetheart. I promise that if you play by my rules, this month will be the best you’ve ever had.” I traced my finger over her lips, and smiled. For the first time, Rosy smiled back, her full lips juicy and soft. I desperately wanted to kiss her, to taste her, but I decided to wait.
Reaching down for my phone, I dialed Alicia.
“Hello, Mr. Steele?”
“Hi, yes, Alicia. Cancel the room. I’m going with another plan.” I hung up and winked at Rosy again. Because it was time for the games to begin … and suddenly, I couldn’t wait.
Chapter 6
Rosy
The following morning, we got into Steele’s expensive Porsche. It was black with tinted windows, and the interior was supple red leather.
“This is nice,” I said quietly. “I’ve never ridden in a really fancy car before.”
“But what about your dad’s van?” he asked with a quirk to those perfectly-molded lips.
I frowned.
Steele smiled gently. “Kidding,” he said. “It was a joke, Rosy.”
I took a deep breath, merely looking out the window. I didn’t know this man, not really, and yet here I was heading to god knows where. A cabin in the woods where no one could find us. An isolated place where he could do whatever he wanted to me. But as I thought about it, a sensual shiver ran down my spine. I stole a look at the man beside me, those powerful hands resting casually on the steering wheel. The car was an animal, but a powerful one that Steele controlled effortlessly as we sped down the highway. His eyes were as blue as sapphires and that dark hair streaked with tasteful silver. My captor was definitely a ten out of ten on the physical scale, and yet it wasn’t just his looks.
It was his attitude. Steele was cocky and self-assured, like a real man. Steele was no pimply high school boy. He was arrogant and filthy rich, and knew exactly how to wield it. Plus somehow, out of all the girls in the world, he wanted me. He’d bought me. I belonged to him now.
Well, for a month, anyway.
Seeing his erection had been both exciting and scary. On the one hand, it was terrifying. I was under no illusions. I had to harbor that massive length and width in my body. Was it even possible? Oh god. But on the other hand, a delicious frisson ran through my pussy, making me go hot all over. I wanted it. What it would be like to feel that massive cock pressed into my sweetest spot, making me mewl and cream with need?
Steele reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, sending waves of delight and arousal down my spine. I jumped slightly which made him grin.
“Do you like that?” Steele looked over at me, those sapphire eyes glowing. I inhaled sharply as his hand inched closer and closer to my pussy.
“Yes,” I breathed. I wriggled in the leather seat, wondering just how far Steele would take things before we even arrived at the cabin.
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