Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
MASSIO
I’ve spent the entire night replaying her face. Her beautiful, tormented face. She was aroused; she wanted to be Sherrie, the escort I hired for the night from the Indulgence app, and when I called Sherrie by the nickname I’ve bestowed upon Theodora, I watched Theodora’s nipples tighten further.
My cock has been hard ever since.
Sherrie was supposed to be a hole I could fill after spending months at the ranch without a reprieve, but I’m already regretting it. I don’t feel the least bit satisfied—far from it.
I crave more.
Want more.
I want her.
When I went on my run this morning, I checked over the grounds. Theodora’s bedroom can be seen from the pool house, so I made a mental note to make that my evening spot to watch from while drinking an ice-cold beer in this baking heat.
The swimming pool, complete with a waterfall and cave, is as ostentatious as you’d imagine.
The whole backyard looks like something out of a celebrity home magazine for those with a wild lifestyle, but there’s barely anyone here.
In fact, I’d go as far to say it’s like a ghost house, with Theodora merely existing in the center of it.
Her father left in the early hours of the morning, and something about that pisses me off. Did he not even say goodbye to her?
My body is alight with energy after my run as I head inside the mansion, surprised by how quiet the house is.
There’s nobody in sight, so I head straight for the gym, determined to burn off some of this pent-up frustration showing no sign of leaving me any time soon.
Even though my balls have been emptied, you wouldn’t know it.
All I can think about is the little pink-haired brat begging to be fucked by her bodyguard.
Veins pumping with need, my cock comes to life. I slide my palm down my face with a groan, then push open the gym door.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?
Theodora is on the leg curl machine. Her tight ass is on full display for me, and she’s face down with music blaring, unaware of my presence.
Jesus fucking Christ. Two days in, and I already don’t know how I’m going to be able to rein in my insatiable need for the girl I’m meant to be using to destroy her mother.
I lick my lips, imagining that perfect little ass bouncing off my hips as I fuck her ruthlessly, just how I did with Sherrie, only Theodora will beg for my seed to fill her.
The view is fucking incredible. I lift my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, then sit down at the chest press and begin my workout while filthy thoughts of using Theodora consume me.
Her legs work up and down in time with my arms pulling the weights in and out. I imagine worshipping those slender thighs, kissing my way up them until I get to her apex, then I’d bury my head in her pussy and devour her until she screams for mercy.
Hell, I’d make my fucking brat beg.
Hmm, I’d pin her down and show her who’s in charge, who owns her little body. “Fuck yes,” I growl, stroking my solid cock.
She stops, and her hand moves to her phone, cutting the music. Then she stands and faces me, swiping the sweat from her forehead. Her face is flushed, her chest heaving, and I long to step forward and demand her to fall to her knees for me.
My gaze narrows in on the bead of moisture dripping down her chest, heading toward her tits, and I lick my lips. I could drag my tongue over her chest and up her throat before devouring her mouth.
“How long have you been in here?” she asks, her tone accusing.
“Long enough to watch your ass bounce up and down in time with your legs working out.”
Her eyes widen.
“By the way, your shorts are too short. Don’t wear them again. Who else has access to this gym?” I dart my head around, looking for cameras or any kind of security, but of course there are none, just like there’s nothing at the perimeters of the property.
During my morning jog, I took assessment of the whole estate, and it’s lackluster; the whole thing is for show and nothing more.
A kidnapper’s or thief’s dream property.
It angers me that they think so little of their princess and her safety. It shouldn’t, but it does. Especially when they leave her to her own devices for weeks on end.
“Well, you’re one to talk. Yours are tiny,” she snipes back, and I glance down at my shorts and the bulge growing there, so just to get a reaction out of her, I stand, giving her the full size of me.
“There’s nothing tiny about me, Little Brat. I’m sure you can admit that.” I smirk.
Her face glows, and I revel in it. “I-I was referring to your shorts.”
“Sure you were.” I grin, enjoying her discomfort. “Did you enjoy the little show last night?”
She darts her eyes away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I chuckle. “No?”
She taps on her phone, paying more attention to it than me, and annoyance rumbles inside me. “Nope.” She pops the p.
I snatch the phone from her and shove it in my back pocket. Her mouth falls open, and outrage flares in her eyes.
Stepping toward her, I invade her space, forcing her to step back until her back hits the wall.
Then I push my thumb onto her bottom lip, relishing the way her eyes fill with lust as I settle it there.
My cock jolts, wanting in on the action I’m conjuring in my mind.
Her on her knees, pleading for mercy. “Do you want your phone back, Little Brat?” I grunt.
She nods but makes no attempt to speak or push my hand away. Nope, my little brat likes me controlling her, regardless of her telling me otherwise.
I slide my thumb in farther, cupping her chin with the palm of my hand and cradling her head like precious cargo.
She wants this, needs this, as much as I do.
From the moment her eyes locked with mine last night, she’s all I’ve been able to think about. In that moment, while fucking another woman, it was she who owned me, controlled me.
She’s mine.
“On your knees, Little Brat. You’re going to learn how to be obedient.”
She swallows hard, and when I slide my hand away from her, her shoulders sag. She scans my face, and I lean in closer, making sure she knows without a shadow of a doubt that I’m serious. Deadly serious. “On. Your. Knees.”
Slowly, she drops to her knees, and I hiss between my teeth at the power surging inside me. Holy shit, this is hot.
She stares up at me through thick lashes, innocence and obedience shining through and escalating my need to consume her further.
“Put your hands on my thighs. I’m going to teach you how to take instructions like a good girl.”
“But y-you have a girlfriend.” Her eyes are wide and filled with uncertainty, and there’s something I like about her stopping me to check my relationship status. She doesn’t like the thought of cheating. Maybe she’s not like her mother after all. The need to reassure surges within me.
I’m not about to tell her I pay for sex, not because I can’t get it elsewhere, but because it’s easier with no emotions attached. “She was a one-night thing.”
Her shoulders relax, and when I push the pink tendrils of hair from her pretty face, my thumb grazes her chin in a gentle move normally absent from me.
The air crackles between us, and my heart hammers. What the fuck?
I drop my hand and clear my throat. “Hands on my thighs. You need to learn a lesson.”
“Oh god,” she mumbles, and her small hands clutch my thick quads like her life depends on it. Her nails sink into my skin as she anchors herself to me, and I long for them to leave marks.
“I’m going to show you how big my cock is,” I growl, tugging my shorts down enough for my cock to spring free. She gasps, and I delight in her reaction; my muscles constrict as my balls ache with need. Ropes of sticky pre-cum drip from the tip and slide down my shaft, coating my balls.
“Oh, Jesus,” she moans.
I tuck my shorts beneath my heavy sack, ignoring the sweat gathered there from my morning run. A sick idea flashes in my mind, and I smile as I stare down at the little minx transfixed on my cock.
“My balls need to be cleaned. If you’re a good girl, I’ll spill on this pretty little face of yours and let you lick me clean after.” I stroke her cheek, and her brow furrows.
“I took a run before coming to the gym, and I want you to taste me.”
Her breath hitches and her eyes darken.
“Are you going to make me force you, Little Brat?”