Page 633 of Filthy Elites

It’s official now, I own her and I can’t wait to startowning.

I’m glad I’m practically by myself today, and it will be like this for the next few weeks. Most of the staff have gone home, and it’s just the guards standing like sentinels on the grounds. Dad also extended his vacation with Selena because of the disruption I caused. Of course, that was just an excuse to keep his precious wife away from me because I upset her the last time we crossed paths. He can’t wait for me to go to college so he can be rid of me.

Until then, I’ll do things like this. I now have a whole month clear to indulge in the girl I want to fuck.

Every now and again, Billie glances up at me and gives me a look that’s as filthy as my thoughts.

She’s a clever girl; she knows I’m sitting up here perving on her.

As she moves, scrubbing the car with the thick yellow sponge, those tits bobble, and her lush ass jiggles.

I could fucking stare at that body forever, and as the sun beams down on her making her look more enticing, I can’t wait to get my hands on her.

She’s soaked from the water spraying from the hose. She came here with her hair in a ponytail, but now it’s up in a bun. Everything seems like it’s been moved out of the way to draw attention to her body.

She’s been here for a little under an hour, and my fucking cock feels like it’s about to burst.

I’ve decided that as much as I want my fill, I want to take my time with her to tease out that desire for me I keep seeing in her eyes.

The strategy is in conflict with what the raging beast inside me needs, but it will be so much more pleasurable to break Billie Fairchild down bit by bit and have her begging on her knees.

That is worth the wait.

She cleans the car for another fifteen minutes until it’s sparkling like it just came from the carwash, and then she turns off the hose and gazes up at me, setting her hands on her hips.

“Is this to your liking?” she balks.

“It’s very shiny, you might want to consider a new career in the car cleaning industry.”

“Bite me.”

Yes, I will. I’ll be biting your ass first.Then I’ll bite something else.

I stand and walk over to the balcony staring at her in a way that will irritate the fuck out of her.

“Can I go home now?” She taps her foot on the pavement.

“No, come in the house. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Discomfort settles on her pretty face, and even from up here, I can see the fear flickering in her eyes.

I’m not sure if she’s more afraid of what I’m going to demand next or if she’ll like it. Or if a part of her will crave it.

She sets the hose down, and when she makes her way into the house, I move from the balcony to meet her on the stairs.

I get there just as she comes into the hallway looking like a lost little lamb.

“Come up here, we’re going to my room.” I smile down at her.

She stiffens, face firm, back straight. The steps she takes to get to me are like that of someone walking to the gallows.

I keep my gaze trained on her, and when she reaches me, I place my hand on the silky skin at the small of her back and guide her the rest of the way.

When we get to my section of the house and walk in, I can tell she’s impressed.

“This is what you call a room?” She looks around the living room area taking in the décor.

“It sounds better than a wing.”

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