Page 103 of Saved By My Buyers

Standing, he lifts my phone in question. “If you need it, take it,” I say, shrugging. All of my important personal information is locked down. He can’t get into anything other than those photos.

As he walks away, I take advantage of his absence to turn the toy up even more.

“Fuck me, Jack,” Dolly whimpers, turning to bury her face in my shoulder as she squirms. “I thought I was going to lose it earlier. I can’t focus on anything other than the need to come.”

“No, you don’t get to come,” I admonish. “I won’t allow you to talk about yourself the way you were. You’re amazing, baby. Now, feel my displeasure. Your clit is going to throb for the rest of our meeting.”

“God, you’re so mean,” she pants. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I tell her with a smirk. “I want you to remember how special you are. You have a gift, and I want to explore it. Sullivan isn’t easily impressed.”

A waitress comes up as Dolly struggles to sit up and not writhe for friction. I know her clit is throbbing, and her cunt is begging to be filled. It’s more intense in some ways than the vibrating butt plug I used with Bee.

I’m going to deny her orgasms for not believing in herself more.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come by sooner. Can I get you drinks? I already have Mr. Sullivan’s order,” the waitress says. He’s in here often since it’s close to the school.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” I tell her as Dolly breathes slowly to try to get ahead of the rolling pulses from the toy.

“Water is fine, please,” Dolly says in a slightly breathless voice. The waitress nods and leaves to fill the order, while Dolly drops her head back.

“Jack,” she rasps, her fingers curling as her lips part in need. Turning, I hold her tightly in my arms as I kiss her hard, swallowing down her whimpers.

“Are you going to continue to be a brat?” I murmur against her lips.

“Probably,” she says with a smirk, making me bark out a laugh. “I promise to entertain the possibility that my words don’t suck. Happy?”

“Not even a little,” I growl, moving back in my seat and dropping the vibration to a bare hum.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, shuddering at the way it changed. I’m going to have to be careful about how much I tease her. Dolly’s eyes are slightly glazed, her cheeks high in color. She’s so damn responsive, but I don’t want her to get too overstimulated.

“Deep breaths, baby girl,” I murmur, handing her the water as it arrives.

Her hands tremble as she takes a sip, but doesn’t spill. Sullivan comes back, slipping into the booth, grinning as he glances at his rum and coke. Taking a sip, he nods as he focuses on us.

“Can you start tomorrow? You can fill out all of the paperwork, and also submit some of your writing to the school to tentatively begin classes next week with the first years,” Sullivan says. “You may be one of the oldest students…”

“Oldest as in a class of five year olds?” Dolly asks with a small smile. “You’re taking a big leap of faith on me, so I don’t think I would care if it was.”

“No,” he says with a chuckle. “They’re like fourteen and will probably be snotty, but I have a feeling you won’t have any issues with them. It’s the best class to start you off with as far as musical theory and finding an instrument for you. If you want to seriously write songs, it’ll be important.”

“That’s what sparked the conversation with Jack about this,” she says, forcing herself to sound normal. I can see the way her nipples are pebbled from here, and her body is tense. “I was complaining that I couldn’t see the words move.”

Sullivan grins, “Fuck yes! That’s what music is, Dee. There’s usually an interview process, and the board will want to speak to you, but as far as I’m concerned, you get it. Words to music feels exactly like that for me. It’s the highs and lows of life, and everything else in between. Welcome to Melton School of Music.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Dolly looks as if she’s going to pass out, and I wrap my arm around her, calling over the waitress to bring me a soda for her. I think she’s experiencing her own roller coaster of emotions, and her sugar just dropped.

I don’t fucking know when she last ate anything other than the chips I tossed at her, while she lost herself to her writing today.

“As a heart attack,” Sullivan murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think she thought you’d actually agree that easily,” I say. Smiling at the server, I ask, “Can I get a coke, and an order of the fried artichokes, please? My girlfriend skipped lunch.”

“Dee, was this written today? Can we get a cheese board as well, please? Can’t have my new employee passing out on me,” Sullivan says with a shrug.

As the waitress leaves, Dolly nods. “I took my GED online exam today, and then got the urge to write. I haven’t in years,” she admits.

“I’d have never noticed,” he says. Sullivan doesn’t ask too many questions while still pulling information from Dolly. By the end of our meeting, she’s eaten, and he’s learned enough to be happy with his decision to hire her.

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