Chapter 6
Royally Fucked
Roman
I sat at my office 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 were sinless. 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? Too young. 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 me baby, 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 as she took 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 in her hair.
The pictures in my head took on bright colors as Lisa sucked me off.
"Get off and stand up," I instructed again, and she did just as I told her, occupying her previous standing position and moving her thong out of the way. What an obedient whore.
I slammed into her pussy and heard her cry out in pleasure, but it did almost nothing for me. I took her rough and hard, fucking her into the desk, feeling the whole thing move.
"Fuck, yes, baby, do you like it? Do you like taking me so hard, baby?" Lisa’s uncertain words interrupted the images in my head.
No, I fucking hated this today. I yanked her hair back and pressed her against the desk, rendering her immobile as I pounded into her. But then I closed my eyes and let my imagination run free, straight to Isla.
Yes...now I fucking liked it. Now I was about to spill out.
Fuck, Isla taking me so well, her angelic voice letting me know how much she enjoyed it.
But then I would flip her over and slow down.
I’d watch her face screwed up in pleasure, her probably perfect tits bouncing with every thrust. I would hold her wrists on either side of her and pull her into the deepest and sweetest kiss of my life.
She would moan my name. Tell me how much she loved it.
Yes. Then I thought of her sitting on my face.
A completely unrestrained groan left my chest when an image of her pussy on my mouth burst into my mind.
The view would be…heaven. Fuck yes, I would taste her and finger her and give her everything she wanted.
I would make her feel so good. She would come on my tongue, and I would lick it all the fuck up, devouring her.
I imagined fucking her again, but then I would pull out and pump all over those juicy asscheeks and rub it the fuck in, all over her back and hair, marking what was mine.
Mine. She was mine.
I’d never done that before—never came on a woman.
I always, always used condoms and never finished inside either.
Condoms were not one hundred percent effective; no fucking way in hell would I risk knocking some girl up and then suffer the consequences.
No glove, no love. Worse, so many chicks I had absolutely zero feelings for tried to fuck without it; it was mind-blowing.
I pulled out of Lisa and finished myself off, keeping her in the same position on the desk. Should I finger her and make her come? Not tonight, fuck it, I didn't care enough.
Lisa turned to me, breathing hard to catch her breath, but then she leaned in for a kiss, wanting to continue this. I pulled away quickly, catching the disappointment and hurt in her eyes.
"I have to go. Next time.” I brushed her off as I zipped up my pants.
"But baby! I just got here!" she whined.
"Stop calling me that!" I finally snapped.
"Why the fuck do you call me baby? Do I look like your fucking boyfriend?
!" Lisa flinched at my loud voice. Ugh. I was so out of sorts tonight.
I obviously didn't want to hurt her, but she was just fucking getting on my nerves.
"Just...don't call me that again. Or daddy.
That's even worse." I did my best not to be outright rude but heard my own abrupt words.
Huffing, she ripped her dress off the floor and pulled it on with efficient speed. She was visibly upset, but honestly, what the fuck was I supposed to do about it? I had fucked Lisa like a hundred times over the years, and I was certain I wasn’t the only one whom she visited.
"Don't call me again, Roman. You always break my heart.
" She spoke coldly while zipping up her dress. I broke her heart?! This girl was nuts! Today wasn’t much different than our regular sessions, maybe just a bit shorter, but Jesus Christ, what did she expect me to do, put a ring on it because we'd fucked so many times? !
"I won't. Get out." Was all I responded, and without missing a beat, she marched out of my office, slamming the door behind her. I actually kind of felt lighter after that. I didn't care for her in the slightest. Good fucking riddance.
Overall though, I was feeling like shit, guilt now piling onto my dysregulated state. Why the fuck did I call Lisa?
Eventually, I’d have to head back home, and Isla would be there.
That thought both excited me and gave me a sharp dose of reality.
She had nothing because of me, and I felt committed and responsible to help her.
I’d take the knowledge of what happened that night to the grave.
I would never tell her why her home went up in flames.
Right before midnight, I snuck into my own house and noticed a faint light coming from Isla’s room.
She left the door a tiny bit open, so I peeked in, and my heart jumped at the knowledge that she was here, in my home.
There she was, sleeping on her side, the light of the bedside table lamp illuminating her stunning body and face.
I just stood there and watched her like a fucking psycho. Her body was lean and small, but she had curves in all the right places. She was literally perfect. I was grateful she was asleep, lest I leer at her too long.
Having barely slept the night before, I decided it was best to go to bed too.
Making no sound, I stepped inside her room to turn the lamp off, but just before I did, she stopped me in my tracks.
"Don't go." Her gentle voice startled me, and I was shaken she would say that.
She sounded asleep, and indeed, her eyes were closed, and she breathed evenly.
My heart racing from her words, I decided to cover her with a blanket and just get the fuck out. Carefully, I leaned and pulled the blanket over her half-broken body.
But I didn't want to go.
The lamp still casting a dim light on her facial features, I crouched down beside her and just watched her sleep, taking deep breaths in and out.
I'd never seen a girl like this before. She completely mesmerized me. There wasn't anything particularly different about her, but at the same time, everything was different about her.
Hesitantly, I ran my fingers over her hand, the touch stirring something unrecognizable inside me.
Fuck, her skin was so soft, I just wanted to hold on.
Better yet, I wanted to feel her hands on my cheeks, my chest, my neck.
I stayed immobile, just studying her beautiful face when she suddenly half opened her eyes.
I pulled back but didn't stand up.
"You spying on me?" she asked sweetly, her voice so sleepy. Obviously, I was being a total creep.
"No. You told me to stay." I quickly deflected. She melted into a warm smile and tried to lie down on her back but immediately winced and rolled back onto her side.
"Oh. I sometimes talk in my sleep. So I've been told anyway. Sorry."
"Who told you that?" I surprised myself with my playful tone, enjoying her amused expression.
“Boyfriends."
"Mm. You have one now?" But I already knew the answer. No, she didn’t. She was single.
"Oh yeah, a loving boyfriend. That's why I'm here, in a complete stranger's home, letting him wash me and feed me and take care of me." She responded with full sarcasm. I couldn’t stop my smile, her tone giving me genuine joy.
I looked down, not wanting to show how affected I was by everything she did and said. "Not a complete stranger. You know my name."
"Uh huh. And nothing else."
I contemplated telling her some things about myself. I knew a lot about her after tonight, having received a report from my men about her sad and awful past life.
I was royally fucked.