Chapter Five Twizz
“Just to confirm, we’re looking for a house for your friend,” the beautiful Isabella, who is infecting my mind like a virus, asks.
“I believe I explained that Master Larkin is my employer.” He’s a lot more than that, but I can’t possibly explain that, nor do I want to.
Not if it risks putting up new walls between Isabella and me.
All I want right now is to tear to pieces any barrier keeping me from exploring all of her nooks and crannies.
“But you must have a friendly enough relationship with him to know his taste and for him to trust you enough to send you to look for a house for him.”
“I’m not just looking; I’ll be the one making the offer and taking care of all of the details of the purchase as well.”
“Do you have an invisible suitcase full of cash and gold bars?” She quips.
Hmm. I think she meant it as a joke, but most things said in jest aren’t meant in jest. Perhaps she’s questioning sincerity or even my sanity? I wonder what piqued her suspicion.
“Is there a reason you keep driving in a circle?” I answer her question with a question of my own.
“We’re not. I mean, you’re not from around here. How would you know?”
“I thought you already learned that I’m perceptive,” I answer in a playful tone as she turns into a fast-food driveway and parks the car. “Why are we stopping?” I turn and keep my eyes laser-focused on her.
I watch her with close scrutiny as a hunger grows inside me. Her chest rises and falls. Her round tits try to steal my focus, as with each inhale, her heart races. Her blood swooshes through her veins. My Isabella is either frightened or aroused. Either state will be fun to toy with.
“Are we going back to look at more listings?” I ask, leaning toward her, my arm slung over the top of her headrest, and my pointer finger brushing like a butterfly's wing over her silky hair.
She nods. She’s lying, but I won’t call her on it. Yet.
“I can look online and . . .” She trails off when she looks at me and notices my face close to hers, looking down at her deliciously plump lips. “Um . . .”
Her eyes catch on mine. Her tits still tempt me by reaching out with each inhalation just to retreat with every exhale.
Isabella closes her eyes, and the spell is broken. That’s okay. I take advantage of the moment to pull myself together. I’m here to buy a house. That’s my job. My must. After that, well, after that, anything goes.
Looking at Isabella with that thought has my cock straining against my pants and my wings itching to come out. I wait for Isabella to open her eyes again. To open herself up to my machinations. Her lids lift, and her dark eyes meet mine.
I take satisfaction in the fact that she hasn’t shifted, pushed me away, or told me to back off. Her silence on the matter means that she’s consenting to my proximity. It’s a small form of compliance, but the submission to my will is there and offers promise for endless possibilities.
“How much do we need to go up in price to get what we want?” I whisper, keeping my eyes locked on her. “Five hundred thousand? A million?”
“You’re throwing those numbers out like it’s an increase of ten or twenty dollars.” She says in a breathy voice, with only a slight quiver as her eyes dart away, before returning to me and darting away again. I can’t wait to help her relax and release those overwound nerves.
I shrug. “Might as well be. Money comes and goes. Like I said, Master Larkin has invested well over the years.”
“Even still, everyone has their limits.” The way her eyes look at me, it’s as if she’s asking permission to want me.
Permission to look away. And something else I can’t put my finger on.
“It would be helpful to know yours.” Her dainty hand comes to rest on my chest. “It’s not like you have a never-ending amount of money, right? ”
“Perhaps.” I take hold of her hand and press my lips against the back of it, before bringing it down and setting it on her thigh.
I find with humans, it’s best to stay non-committal.
Makes them want you more, and I want Isabella to want me so bad that it hurts.
I yearn for her to crave me more than air to breathe.
I want her so desperate for me to fill her fountain of love with my manhood, to make us whole and complete, that she has no choice but to spread her legs and beg me to satisfy her.