Rafael
I watch the computer screen, transfixed on Ellie and my son at the kitchen table while I listen to Kai inform me about the latest shipment at the warehouse.
She converses with him with a tenderness that’s alien to me, but the way in which my son reacts to her is worth my concern of him being weakened by affection. Then he beams a toothy grin as she points to his drawing with a serene smile, gifting him praise my heart skips a beat, his smile so rare watching them together feels like a milestone. My son laps it up, and who can blame him?
My staff are constantly telling me he’s not reaching targets, that he lacks cognitive skills he should have mastered by now. So seeing Ellie offer him the attention he clearly craves has me wanting to kidnap the girl and force her to be not just my personal sex slave but my son’s mother too.
She’s everything he should have had, everything he deserves, and one way or another, I will get it.
I drag a finger over my lip, deep in thought. Then she opens another button on her school blouse, and I will her to lean forward, and when she does, I find myself leaning toward the computer. I scan her petite frame for a sign of those elusive tits of hers.
Are they how I imagined them, small with delicate nipples? Or is there a larger swell to them than I expect? How dark are her areolas? Can I fit all her tiny tit in my mouth? If I push her tits together, will there be any fullness at all?
My cock leaks against my boxers. It’s as hard as fucking stone again, and the fact my belt presses against the head has me wanting to rip it from around my waist and lash her ass with fury.
“So, one thirty?”
I lick my lips, imagining trailing my tongue down her throat, the same throat she allowed me to assault.
“Boss?”
Fuck, I’m hard as nails. Afterward, her small lips embraced my cock with such tenderness as I stroked her hair. In that moment, she needed me as much as I need her.
“Boss!” Kai snaps me out of my wayward thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Did you hear me? The shipment comes in at two. We’ll meet with the security at one thirty?”
“Yeah.”
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” he grumbles.
“A little doll.” I smirk, my eyes not leaving her little ass bouncing up and down at something Oliver did as she claps.
“Jesus.” He exhales loudly. “Do you want me to organize you someone to fuck?” I lick my lips, considering his offer. Kai knows the type of women I like. Yet not one of them would appease me, not when I want the girl barely old enough to be classed as a woman.
“I’ve got her right here.” I grin, knowing he can’t see my smile.
“Well, hurry up and fuck her so you can get your head back in the game.”
I end the call, unwilling to listen to his concerns.
He is right about something. I need to fuck her, and with that in mind, I push back in my seat and head toward the kitchen.