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The sleek, black 911 sportster screeches to a halt at the sidewalk and the kid in the red vest tosses me a huge grin as he climbs out and accepts the cash tip from me.
“Nice car man.”
“Thanks, but you should see my bike. Now she’s better than nice.”
“I bet.” He says, waving to me as I climb in the driver’s seat, click on my seatbelt, and rev the engine for him.
I know, I’m such a child when it comes to anything with an engine.
I take off down the busy street, sliding into traffic, disappearing in a sea of taxis and town cars alike. It’s not a distance as the crow flies, but with New York traffic, the ride takes about a half hour. It’s thirty minutes of pure bliss for me though, even with the stop and go at the stoplights that grace every fucking intersection. As long as I’m in control of a machine that vibrates under my ass I’m a happy man.
Just like when I’m dominating a beautiful woman, the power trip I get being in charge of something sexy and powerful makes me calm, relaxed, and feeling like a God.
The garage doors roll up quietly as I pull into the driveway at home, the soft yellow light from inside welcoming me with its warmth. I pull in, shutting off the car, and just sit for a moment while the beast settles down and falls quiet. Then with a sigh, and a rub of my hands down my face, I climb out and head inside, ready to prepare myself for my evening visitor.
Chapter Four
“Good evening Adrian, Sir.” Ashley purrs as she steps into the front entrance of my home wrapped up in a long, brown, trench coat, with her dark hair up in a tight French braid.
“Hello my dear.” I greet her, pulling her in and closing the door behind her with a kick of my bare foot. “Are you ready?”
“Always for you.”
“That’s what Daddy likes to hear.” I whisper in her ear, licking up the shell of it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her shiver against my bare chest.
She knows the drill, and what I expect. Under that coat she’ll be naked and ready to go for me, just like I’m ready for her in my old, worn-out jeans that are slung low on my hips. Her nipples will already be hard, and her pussy will be clenching onto nothing in anticipation of what I’m about to do to her. I can already smell the desire pouring off her. It floats through the air to my nose, making me salivate like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
The moan that escapes her mouth when I take her hand vibrates in her throat, sounding all low and raspy, but when I lead her to the stairs that go up to the second floor instead of the door to my basement playroom, she pauses.
“Sir?” She asks quietly, her eyes darting across my face in query.
“Upstairs tonight, kitten. Daddy wants to fuck you in his bed.” I say to her, dragging my nose down her cheek, kissing her lightly on her pale skin, watching her blue eyes widen in surprise.
“Wh…why?”
“Do I need a reason?” I ask, sharpening my voice, reminding her that when she is under this roof, she will not question me, nor disobey.
“No, Sir. Lead the way.”
“That’s a good girl.”
I do have a reason, but it’s not for her to know. It’s actually kind of dumb, but we are nearing the time I saw that beautiful thing out in the alleyway last night, and I’m curious to see if she returns tonight. If we’re in the basement, I’ll never know.
It’s kind of a cocky move on my part, hoping to see another woman when I have one so beautiful and willing in my grasp, but I’ve never been known to be nice, not really. I get what I want however I want, even if that means doing some really underhanded things, like leading this beauty to my room so I can fuck her while I wait for the other pretty thing that I couldn’t get out of my mind all day to arrive.
Leading Ashley up the stairs, I grip her hand hard, pulling it around me, placing it on the front of my jeans, over my already hard cock. Her fingers instinctively start to brush against the denim, seeking me out, making me throb under her touch. Her nails scratch the material, and I can feel it just as if I was bare.
Such a needy little whore, but I guess so am I.
I’m vibrating inside as I guide her up the steps, down the hall and into my bedroom, hearing her gasp at the opulence she has never seen in her times being here. We’ve always gone downstairs right away, because I never let my play things see my personal space, but her, I’ll make an exception for. I mean I do trust her with all my corporate secrets, and she’s never given me a reason not to.
“Adrian…it’s beautiful.” She gasps as I push open my bedroom door and lead her inside.
“Don’t get used to it.” I say, pulling her tightly to my back, wrapping those slender arms around me, letting her drag her hands up and down my front, allowing the only touch she’s going to be able to feel of me until I’m inside of her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Get your fill now while you can.”
