The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.9

I headed for the bedroom without looking back. I'd forgotten how full the dressing room was, there were clothes of all styles and sizes. You'd wonder if it was a women's clothes shop. I couldn't understand what all these clothes were doing in this dressing room, which was literally bigger than my flat. I headed for the dress department. They were far too smart for the house. How could he ask me to choose an outfit to wear in this dressing room? I thought everything was far too much, until I came across the rare pearl, a brown jogging top. It went well with my complexion. I went into the shower to have a quick wash and brush my teeth. I hadn't thought of doing that earlier, but I was in a hurry to leave. When I returned to the living room, Apollo was slumped casually in an armchair holding his phone in one hand, looking very serious. I didn't know you could be so sexy just by sitting down. This man was a living invitation to sin. I still can't explain the sensations I feel when I see him. I should do a novena so that one day he'll be mine. I want him so much.

- How much longer do you intend to chew me over?

- Do you have any proof that it's you I'm looking at? He smiles, but doesn't say anything. Let's give him a blow job.

- Are you going to do it remotely? ' Come here,’ he said, putting his phone down on the table and locking his gaze with mine.

- Why are you looking at me like that?’ I said, literally losing my nerve.

- And how am I looking at you?

- I don't know, don't pretend you're not doing it on purpose, that's not the way you look at your driver.

- Obviously, my driver doesn't have such perfect breasts.

- You're making fun of me, I'm sure,’ I said, taking small steps towards him. ’My breasts aren't as big as those of the girls you're used to seeing.

- And what do you know about the girls I usually go out with?

- I only have to see you to find out.

-You've got it all wrong, you've got nothing to envy. Your breasts aren't siliconized and, what's more, the way your n*****s point straight at me makes your breasts even more marvelous than the norm, and they don't need to be big. I feel they can fit perfectly in my hand. They're perfect. He said with his voice low and his gaze still anchored in mine which unsettled me and stopped me in my tracks. What's this now? This way of talking, this sensation, the images seeping into my mind as he spoke, to the point where I felt the cyprine running down my pants.

- I should have worn a bra,’ I said in bad faith to hide my embarrassment. He replied nothing and motioned for me to come closer. The fateful moment arrived. I stood between his legs and stared at him. He smelled so good it was unhealthy.' What are you waiting for,’ he said with a smile on his face.

And then reality hit me. I didn't know how to go about giving a blow job. All I knew was that I was sucking a p***s, but I didn't know where to start or where to end.

-Is it my turn to ask, or don't you know what a blow job is?

- No I don't, you tell me

- So basically, you want me to show you what it's like to give a blow job?

- Yes,’ he said, still smiling, a wry smile that was hard to hide, ’Tell me, what is a blow job?

- It's sucking your p***s. I said, proud of myself for being able to teach him a few things, but my moment of glory was very short-lived, because he started laughing uncontrollably, his voice was serious, and his eyes became sparkling. He was even more beautiful. I couldn't savor this moment any longer, because I was embarrassed. Ane had told me that that's what a blow job is, so I didn't understand what was hilarious about my answer.

- May I ask what's so funny?

He stopped laughing, stared at me for a moment and then said seriously.

- We need to talk to Carla

- How do you know my first name?

- I know a lot more than just your first name, Carla. But that's not the point.

- Good for you, it's not an exploit, there's nothing to be proud of.

- Why does it seem to irritate you so much, Carla?

- I get it, you don't need to introduce it in every sentence, there's only two of us. I know it's me you're talking to.

- You're a living contrast. I'm still free to make my own choices, my own actions and my own movements as far as I know, so I can formulate my sentences as I see fit. Carla.

- In that case, I'll leave you at home to enjoy your freedoms in peace,’ I said as I stood up, irritated by his condescending tone.

- You'd better sit back down. I told you we needed to talk, Carla, and anyway you can't go anywhere. You don't have the lift code.

- Are you kidnapping me from your house? I say it without really meaning it.

- Admit that you'd like it to happen. I admit that he was right. I'd like it if he did. I wouldn't have a problem with it. We'd end up in one of those romances from the books where I'd fall victim to Stockholm syndrome and, in the end, Apollo and I would have a happy ending, because he'd love me back.

- I'm sorry if I'm shattering your dreams or your fantasies, but I'm not. I just want us to talk.

- I thought you wanted me to do you a blow job

. - Although I'm curious to know how you can practice something you don't know how to pronounce, that's not what I want to talk to you about.

- What do you want to talk about?

- I want you

- You've got me,’ I replied instantly, as if entranced by her voice.

- I don't doubt it, but... I... want... you... He said, detaching each syllable.

- Then take me

- Not like this. I want you to belong to me, body and soul. I already know that you like me. But I need more than that. I want to possess every fiber of your being, beautiful Carla.

- And how do you intend to do that?

- We'll both find out in time. In fact, my desire to possess you is such that I've never felt it before, so I'll try not to let my animal instincts guide me.

- Your animal instinct?’ I asked, more attracted by the bestial side he was giving off at the moment.

- All in good time, my lady,

- Is this the answer to my question?

- No, but the answer to your silent plea.

- Oh,’ I said, finding nothing else to add, disturbed by the fact that he understood my wish long before it was formulated.

- We'll continue the conversation a little later. You should eat. It's already quite late, you've skipped almost all the meals of the day.

- No, I've got to go, I've got to go to work.

- You'll never set foot in this dump again.

- No, it's impossible. What would I live on?

- I've got enough to look after you. I told you I wanted you, and you said ‘you've got me’.

- That's funny. I agree to eat, because I'm very hungry; the conversation is on hold. Keep in mind that I don't need you to take care of me, I've done it all by myself all my life.

- The meal is served in the kitchen; Marta must still be there. " I'll let you find out where the kitchen is," he says, heading for the lift.