HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Somno

My phone pings, and I pick it up. A voice note from her: Good day Mast… Mr. Banks.

I grimace at the formal use of my name from her lips.

She exhales aloud.

"We need to talk about whether to still address you as Master outside the bedroom"

She groans and the voice note ends.

Another follows, and I listen.

"I am sorry, since you are busy, but I’m curious, not like there are other options, but I just want to be sure because I can't get it off my brain."

Another deep breath follows, and I imagine her fiddling with her nails while licking her lips.

"Did you come to this apartment last night? I just… I woke up with c*m on my t**s and p***y, also my throat is sore, and…"

She takes another pause, then the voice note ends.

A message is already waiting:

"I am just curious, Did master c*m on my t**s yesterday or this morning?" The weight holding my chest and throat ease up.

"I did," I reply, and she calls immediately.

"Mr Banks! Oh my God! I couldn't even get myself to work!"

"Stop screaming." She gulps.

"Sorry, Master."

I lean against the bathroom door and let her soft voice soften the knots on my shoulder.

"You could have woke me up."

"You were snoring." She snorts.

"Your fault for giving me a soft bed."

My lips curve up. The most common reply I have to telling someone they snore is denial.

"Okay."

"You could have still woke me up. I mean… to f**k me is why I’m paid," she says quietly. And I wish my laptop is with me so I can watch what she’s doing.

"I am paying you for me to f**k you, not for you to f**k me." A large intake of breath is the only sound that follows.

Another silence stretch. I should hang up and meet my team, but I hunger for more of her voice. "Speak."

"You didn't come in my throat," she says like the reality is saddening.

"Your cunt and t**s were enough."

"But you shove your d**k in my throat?"

"I did."

"Thank you, Master."

My d**k strains, catching up with my racing heart.

"Call me Banks outside the bedroom."

"Okay, Mr. Banks."

"Banks."

"Banks." She takes to the correction. My name rolling off her tongue with ease.

"Never imagined I’ll call the great finance mogul and owner of Club 360 by his name."

"Growth." She laughs at my word. Loud, rich, and it echoes in my chest.

"You are certainly among those that feel acquaintance to you is a blessing."

"Is it not?" Another scoff with a chuckle. My eyes catch the mirror, and I look at my face- a wide smile and loosened tie greets me. I am fiddling with my tie.

"You rock self-importance well, so I won't argue."

"Smart."

"I have to go to work."

"Ok."

I should hang up now, but I can feel her hesitation. I don't know how; I’m not even looking at her, but I feel it.

"Speak."

"You can do it again."

"What?"

"f*****g me when I am asleep."

If she talks about f*****g one more time, I will say goodbye to a billion-dollar deal that has been in the works for months and go over to f**k her.

"Not like I’m telling you what to do, or you have to do what I want. I am just saying it’s actually nice, and I don't mind it. I woke up feeling sore and your c*m, and I liked it and was happy." Her flushed face and running mouth appear as I listen to her.

"Thought it died down when I realized you were absent."

My chest tighten, and my heart rate increases. I want to see her. f**k. I hang up and undo my tie as I head out.

"We won't be able to stop at our hotel, Mr. Banks," Anthony says, walking toward me with Mandy, my PA.

"Where is my laptop?"

"On your seat, Mr. Banks." Mandy responds

"How long?"

"Three hours on air," Anthony replies, and I nod before dismissing them.

I take my seat and bring up her footage. She’s walking out. I wait for her to pick one of the cars so I can switch the clip, but she doesn't. An Uber picks her up, and I realize she doesn't drive.