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She has long olive legs, exposing enough to get my imagination flowing as I watch her flaunt her ass in that tight pencil skirt.
She’s blonde and smells really good. She’s the kind of woman that takes really good care of herself. Once in a while, she’ll probably buy herself an expensive bottle ofDiorand pamper herself at a five-Star spa. That’s the kind of woman she is.
I sit across from her in a chair and analyze her. She looks older, maybe mid-thirties, but she knows she looks good otherwise she wouldn’t be wearing such a tight, white shirt, running her tongue over her red-coated lips. My type, except, I’m not interested in her one bit. Other than fucking her of course.
I learned very early on that adults are very sexually oriented creatures. They crave intimacy. Even Vivienne sitting in front of me. My new psychologist as per my mother’s fucking wishes after she and my brother, Matt, had a court order forcing me into therapy. They think they can force me to do shit like this because we have that kind of money.
It doesn’t count anyway. I know it won’t last, but for the entertainment factor, I am truly enthusiastic. I wonder how long it would take me to have her writhing in pleasure on that desk of hers.
Sex.I use it all the time to get what I crave: Power. There’s nothing more satisfying than knowing you control someone’s emotions and body. Once I have control, I give and take what I want from a relationship. My mother and Matt think they know all about me and how fucked I am in the head, but they don’t know just how much.
I can do this all day every day until I get bored. But then I remind myself that Parker is the one that got away. I never affect her enough for her to walk away from me like that. I need her back. She’s the challenge I’ve been looking for. It drives me insane knowing that I can’t just have her. I like the chase, it’s what pushes me to get more power and more control.
It’s like a game of chess, you always have to have your moves and strategies prepared. Life is a monopoly board; you either gain or lose and I never lose. Not in my world at least. I hit forward all the time and come out on top.Always.
Deep down, I know there is something that I feel for Parker. It isn’t affection or love. Love is something I know I will never be capable of. I’m way beyond that stage. Perhaps it’s the admiration of her strong will, the safety she offers, and her beauty. Perhaps it’s an obsession. I’ve tasted the effects of obsession before and I know what it can do to me when I don’t have what I want. It makes me sick to know that she left. She’s mine. She belongs to me.
But it will never be love. It surprises me when people throw the word around and actually mean it. I have only ever had to use the word in times of desperation. To me, love is the language of sex and nothing more. It’s of giving and receiving.
But I don’t want to think of that right now. What I’m more interested in is getting Vivienne naked. I always try to test myself, to see how good I really am. Whether it’s getting a normal girl at a rager naked or even my psychologist.
She’s been asking me unnecessary questions for the past hour with that pretty mouth of hers that I could put to better use. I know that my session is over and she knows too, but she can’t seem to end it. She doesn’t want it to end.
I watch as she subtly lifts her head. She has a slender neck and big tits waiting to be freed from that tight shirt of hers.
Vivienne looks at me with those baby blue eyes and I know I have her. Her mouth parts subtly. This is my opportunity.
So I stand up and she stops talking about how psychotherapy can be helpful—a load of fucking bullshit—as I walk towards her.
“Is the door locked?” I ask her as I pull my watch off and place it on her desk with a thud.
“I—I…yes, why?” she stutters.
“Stop pretending that I’m here for you to miraculously make me a better fucking person when what you actually want is for me to fuck you,” I tell her. “Be honest with me and I will listen to whatever you have to say after that.”
Vivienne can barely speak, probably in shock that I’m so blunt. I walk towards her chair and then I get down on my knees in front of her pushing her pencil skirt up her silky thighs.
“You should be spanked for dressing so provocatively,” I say, watching as she sinks back into her seat when I kiss her inner thighs. I push her legs apart with my hands, exposing her lacy black underwear.I bet she’s already soaking wet.My cocks being aching for the past hour.
“This can’t get out,” Vivienne says. “I’ll lose my job.”
“I know,” I whisper before I pull her underwear aside and see her already wet, pink pussy, waiting for me.
I lean in, pressing my mouth against her clit, watching as a sigh escapes her bee-stung lips. It’s all too fucking easy.
It’s like a learning experience for me. What she likes and what she doesn’t like. I have it all stored in my head for future reference.
When I run my tongue along her clit, she arches her back, moans louder, and grabs my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t possibly get enough of my tongue inside of her. She likes that and she wants more, so I ease my tongue into her again, licking, sucking, nibbling, and torturing her to the best of my abilities.
Without wasting any time and before she can come in my mouth, I stand up and grab her by her slender waist, before taking her over to her desk. My dick is rock hard and throbbing, eager to be inside of her.
I shove the papers off the desk and push Vivienne back against the cool wooden surface, before positioning her thighs on either side of me.
