Cheeky Brat.
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She checked her phone again, even though the front desk had confirmed the room.
The place screamed luxury. She swallowed, suddenly aware of how out of place she looked.
Of course—he was a billionaire. She cringed, remembering Pearlton.
"Why don't you close the door and come here?"
His voice echoed from where he sat, his back facing the door.
She pushed the door, shut and walked to him, dropping the key card on the table.
She looked around. Did he reserve the space for only them?
He glanced at her and swirled his glass of wine pushing forward the paper that was on the table.
What's this?
She looked at him.
"Now, sign it"
"With this, we can have a proper deal and I can have enough assurance to keep your Father from jail"
She picked it up. “...that subject B will not transfer or quit her position for the next 10 years…”
"...that subject A may decide, for reasons best known to him to not pay subject B for work done at the company.."
What? How is that any different from a slave's contract?
She glanced at him filling his glass, her stomach twisting.
She wanted to yell at him but she knew better than to do that in her situation.
"Are you going to sign it or not?" He asked, sensing her hesitation.
"I will" she muttered as she took the pen he'd prepared from his side.
"I will?" He repeated with a tone that carried dissatisfaction.
She bit her lower lips down as she took the pen to sign it.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I will… Master.”
She looked up, a sense of defiance brewing as he hummed excitedly
"So what? I become your slave and s*x doll to keep my Father away from jail?" She asked, tears forming
"What do you think?" He answered as he dropped his glass.
He looked at her, their eyes meeting.
A silence followed. Tension brewing as they stared at each other.
She withdrew her gaze.
"You came to me with this offer"
"I'm just making it formal" he said
"Now, here you go"
He pulled something from his pocket and stretched his hands towards her.
She glanced at his face, then down at his hand. What is this?
She reached out to collect it and he folded a cloth into her hands.
She slowly opened her hand to reveal what he'd passed.
What? Wasn't this the pants he took today at work?
She could see the smirk in his face. How disgusting.
"Now... Should we continue from where we stopped?"
She flinched and her leg rubbed against each other, a sudden heat forming.
"Come here" he commanded
She stood and walked to him, her resolve crumbling with every step.
He wrapped his hand around her, grabbing her ass.
"Now get on your knees. I don't have to teach you everything, do I?" He ordered.
She got on her knees and he positioned himself, his legs between her face.
"Take it out" he commanded.
She could see his d**k bulging against his trousers. Unlike his cold expression, it betrayed the excitement he tried to hide.
She unbuckled his trousers and tugged his shorts down. His c**k sprang free—hard, twitching.
She swallowed, heat blooming low in her belly. Her fingers wrapped around it, feeling the pulse against her palm.
He groaned as she held it tighter.
She glanced up. His quiet groans answered her question. Wetness pooled between her thighs.
She wanted to skip all this part already.
He wrapped his hand on her head. Was it time already?
She arranged her hair with one hand, maintaining the rhythm of the strokes with the other.
He pushed her head down and she took his d**k inside her mouth.
The warmth in her mouth made him press forward, gripping tightly on her head.
She continued, moving her head slowly.
She braced one hand on his thigh, the other slipping between her legs, slow and aching.
Fuck. Her pants were soaked.
She quickened her pace and he tightened his grip. A response to the excitement he was feeling.
He pushed her head down and came in her mouth.
She quickly withdrew, pushing him slightly with her hand as she choked, falling to the ground.
He stood up, took her by her hand, cleared the table with one hand and bent her over it.
He reached for her pants
"Oh? What a naughty girl you are" he said as he peeled them off her thighs.
Her body betrayed her. She ached, throbbing between her legs like her p***y had grown a heart of its own.
Fuck. She steadied her ass, bringing it forward to expose her p***y more. She could hear her heart thumping as his d**k grazed her ass.
A call came in.
He didn't seem to care, he continued, teasing her ass with his d**k.
What was he waiting for? Just ram into me already, you twisted bastard.
His phone rang again.
"Who the f**k is it?" He mumbled. She could hear the frustration in his voice.
He took the phone call, and after a short while groaned heavily as he finished.
What was that?
"We'll have to continue this some other time" he said, slowly putting on his things.
What? He was just going to leave her like this? f**k. No...
He looked serious and frustrated as he arranged his things to leave.
She reached for him and placed her soaked pants in his pocket, not saying a word. Just observing him.
He looked at her surprised.
"Cheeky brat.." he said as he turned away to leave.
What was that just now?
Fuck. She pressed her finger into her p***y, moaning softly.
What sort of call was that?
Ugh.
Still throbbing, still unsatisfied, she gathered her things and left—wearing his scent like a curse.
______
She got home, hearing a sound coming from the living room as she walked past. She peeked to confirm if she'd left the TV on without realizing.
"Dad?" She called out as she saw her dad, walking towards him.
"Isabelle.." he burped, a bottle of wine in his hand.
Was he drunk?
She steadied him as he staggered to her.
"Where have you been?"
Saving your ass from jail. She clenched her fist but didn't reply.
"I called you yesterday. Who was that lady that answered?" She asked.
"None of your business..." He burped, taking another drink from the bottle.
She tried to take the bottle from him but he pushed her away, hitting her leg against the chair.
She fell down, but he just looked at her.
“Look at you. Useless.”
Her stomach twisted at the words. Useless? Who was really useless here?
He staggered off, "—just like your w***e of a mother" he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.
The words tore her apart. Tears flowed from her eyes. She couldn't control it.
Was that who she was going so far to help? She curled into herself, sobbing. For her mother. For herself. For the man who didn’t deserve saving.
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