Page 9 of Destined for the Devil
"Sometimes bad ideas are worth exploring too—Jesus Christ! Are you digging your nails into me? What the fuck!" She spoke forcefully, but I didn't miss her first sentence.
"Sorry. Almost done." My answer was distracted, my mind still going over her bad ideas comment. I had a thousand bad ideas in my head, forcefully stopping myself from acting on them.
Her loud sigh filled up the room as soon as I was done, and she slumped down on the bed, almost shaking. She really did take pain very well. I cut myself off at that thought and headed to the bathroom to wash the cream off my hands.
Lost in my thoughts, I wondered what Isla's soft skin would feel likeon mine. I saw she washed her panties and neatly hung them on the bathtub ledge. Damn, I forgot she had absolutely nothing, not even panties. Tomorrow morning, I'd order her some clothes.
"Okay, sleep well. If you need anything,mi casa es su casa, don't be shy." I headed straight for the door, avoiding landing my eyes on her again.
"Okay. Thank you, Roman. I really appreciate your kindness and generosity." She spoke genuinely and looked up at me with a small smile.
Ugh. I hated myself. I wasn’t kind or generous. I was a full-out monster.
"No problem. Good night." I shut the door and left the poor girl to rest, noticing how her smile faded.
6
Royally Fucked
Roman
Isatatmyoffice desk, my mind in a complete haze. Thoughts of Isla occupied every corner of my brain. I didn’t even know her. At all. All the words we had spoken were purely transactional, but there was just something about her. There was no reason she should have caught my attention like that.
Although hurt and clearly in awful life circumstances, she managed to somehow keep it together. Her large gray eyes weresinless. She was so beautiful. Dark brown hair complemented her pale skin, and her long neck accentuated her pouty little mouth.
She looked so young too. How old was she? Twenty? Twenty-five?Tooyoung. What was I doing ten years ago? Fucking around and being an idiot. The first part was still true.
Silently, I stared at the wall and smoked, but a light knock signaled Lisa’s arrival. Ugh. Somehow, seeing her tonight almost grossed me out. She was a nice enough girl; we'd been fucking for a few years now, but it meant nothing to both of us. Just a fuck.
She was empty inside, and I was pretty sure she fucked around with anyone. She always did what I told her. She never asked for anything and always said what she thought I wanted to hear.
"Hi baby,” she mewled and smiled widely, strolling into my office. Sure, she was conventionally hot. She was tall like a model, had a decent pair of tits on her, which were even better because they were real.She let me take her rough and fuck her for as long as I wanted and never disagreed, never spoke up. She was like an obedient doll. I would command, and she would fulfill all my requests.
Her hips swaying seductively, she strutted closer and plopped down on my knees, her smile suggestive and eager. "What do you want to do today, baby? Hm?" She questioned me, running her hand over my cheek and neck. I hated when she called mebaby, but fuck it, I couldn't be bothered enough to bring it up with her.
Her tits popped out of her tight pink dress like melons. Her overtly dyed blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her heels elongated her legs even more—all desirable features, right? But I didn’t care. I put my cigarette out and remembered why I called her; I just needed a fuck.
"Take your clothes off," I instructed as I ran my hand up her body, grabbing at her breast. She moaned theatrically, and I tried not to listen.
"Don't you want to undress me yourself...Daddy?" Ew, this name was even worse. I didn't think she knew what the fuck that even meant.
Fine, she wanted me to strip her; I would do that. I stood up and roughly turned her around, pressing her against my desk. Easily unzipping her dress, I pulled it off in one quick motion, noticing that she was all decked out for me in expensive lingerie, which I didn't care for. Not like I was going to sensually take it off her anyway.
"Spread your legs." I spoke mechanically, just trying to get through the evening. She raised zero emotions in me—I actually momentarily wondered how the hell I was going to get hard if I didn't even care that she was here.
Without a tease, she obeyed. I ran my hand over her pussy and felt the wet fabric. I should have been flattered, but…Lisa was not who I wanted.
Images of Isla popped into my head as I began unzipping my pants. Oh, dear Jesus, not now!
“Get on your knees.”
Eagerly, Lisa kneeled in front of me, waiting for my next actions. I took my cock out, but before I let her touch it, I slid a condom on. She worked it with her hand first and then put her mouth on it, giving me what I wanted. Her eyes rolled back as she took me into her mouth, skillfully working on me and shoving me down her throat right away.
Yes, Lisa was good at this. I threaded my fingers through her hair, closed my eyes, and dropped my head back.
I let the images of Isla flow freely; there was no fucking stopping it, anyway. Isla's mouth on me, her large innocent eyes looking up at me asshetook me down her throat. Yes, fuck, yes, so fucking deep, so fucking good, her mouth so wet and warm.
I was floating weightlessly when I thought of her. The girl I had known for less than a day, who literally dropped into my arms from a burning building. Oh God, I imagined her working her clit as she shoved me down her throat, my fingers inherhair. The pictures in my head took on bright colors as Lisa sucked me off.
