Page 8 of Sinner's Storm

I smirked at that.

It was always the schoolteachers who were the freakiest.

It’s unfortunate for her that I was able to quickly see through her strategy. Looking back, I realized that I should have ended the relationship with her weeks ago, but I couldn’t resist the excitement and thrill of keeping her around.

Tonight was going to be our last night together.

The contract I insisted she signed hung in a frame bolted to the bed where she slept. I made damn sure she wouldn’t forget. I didn’t do it to be mean. That wasn’t my intent. It was important to me that she fully comprehended the fact that our relationship was destined to go nowhere.

Too bad for her she didn’t believe me.

For one month, she was my submissive.

I owned her.

After that, she would receive a large sum deposited into any account of her choosing and we would part ways amicably.

Plain and simple.

No muss, no fuss.

Besides, if I was being honest, I got bored with her a week into our contract. The girl was too eager to please. That was my first red flag.

The second was she never fought me about anything I wanted to do. She barely had any hard limits and the ones she had were graying.

She played a good game, but she picked the wrong mark.

It was time for me to move on.

The sight of the clock caught my attention, prompting me to rise from my chair. In a leisurely manner, I proceeded to remove my suit jacket, meticulously folding it with precision, and ultimately draping it gracefully over the back of my chair. As I watched the seconds tick by, I decided to take off my crisp white shirt, throwing it into the hamper that I conveniently kept in my office. Unlike some brothers, I never played and slept in the same room. I had one room for the girls and then there was mine.

The two never crossed.

Making my way to the office door, I closed it firmly before proceeding to flip the light switch. The purpose of this was to notify Malice that I would be needing his presence in an hour, after which I walked over to the bookshelf located on the far wall. Observing from my spot against the wall, I witnessed Stephanie’s reaction upon noticing the time. As she gracefully lowered herself to the ground, a small smile formed on her beautiful face.

Taking a graceful position to the right of the door, she kneeled down while her hands effortlessly rested on the tops of her thighs. Her overall posture exuded elegance, with her heels serving as a comfortable perch that added to her poise. There was not a single piece of clothing on her body, leaving her completely nude. With her posture impeccably straight and her lustrous, flowing auburn hair catching the light, she emanated an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Casting a soft glow from above, the lights illuminated her exposed body, revealing the impeccable smoothness and flawless condition of her waxed and moisturized skin. The only thing she adorned herself with was a gold necklace that hugged her neck, and it was only temporary.

It was one of my rules.

Once I put that necklace on her, she could never take it off.

For one month, she was mine and mine only.

Tonight, she would leave with that necklace.

A token of my appreciation and thanks for the fun.

A simple parting gift.

Nothing more.

While I observed her, a frown gradually appeared on my face upon witnessing the rise and fall of her chest, accompanied by the noticeable arousal of her nipples. The purpose of her kneeling was to find solace in a state of meditation, as she mentally equipped herself for the challenges that awaited her. However, what I observed was that her mind seemed to be a chaotic whirlpool, brimming with an assortment of thoughts and desires, all intermingling and churning. As she sat in eager anticipation, her fitful body movements only intensified, providing a clear manifestation of her inner restlessness. With her nipples hardening into tight buds and her breath becoming shallower, my gaze was drawn to the unmistakable glistening of her aroused pussy, a visual testament to the thoughts that excited her.

The room suddenly filled with a simple tone, catching her attention and signaling that it was time. In response, she straightened her back, pushed out her breasts and chin, and deliberately cast her eyes downwards.

As I watched the monitor intently, I patiently waited for a few more seconds, eager to see what actions she would take. Would she be able to keep her composure, or would her nerves get the best of her?

I got my answer moments later.

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