Chapter 17
VAHN
Little miss Emma wasn’t such a good girl after all. Good girls didn’t peek in on porn shoots, and if they did, they sure as hell didn’t have that look in their eyes. She liked what she saw.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch Kyle over that—she shouldn’t be looking at any other dicks—or if I should ask him to join us sometime in the future.
I also liked to watch. Kyle was one of the few people I would trust in that aspect.
He wouldn’t be interested in pursuing anything else with Emma. He’d be there strictly for the sex.
A part of me wanted to give Emma shit for fucking up my shoot. When I saw her standing there, I came ahead of schedule. And it wasn’t easy to get me going again after, turning what should’ve been an hour of work into three. If Amber didn’t hate me before, she sure as shit did now.
But, I could let that go. It wasn’t like Amber and I were friends.
Besides, I was much more interested in Emma’s reaction when I walked through the door.
If she behaved like normal, then I would have to work harder to get her to give in.
But if she blushed, ran away, or avoided me, then I had her on the line already.
I’d never been more excited to unlock the apartment door. I practically threw it open and ran inside. But there was no Emma in the living room. At this time she should be curled up on the couch reading. It was also really quiet.
Huh?
My eyes rolled around searching the apartment for signs that she was here. The kitchen was empty, but there was a plate and cup in the sink. Ruby had fresh water and was chipping away at one of her snacks. Those she usually gobbled up in minutes.
“Hey there pretty girl.” I reached in the bars and stroked the top of her head. “Did Emma give you that treat?”
What did she do, hear me coming and hide in her room?
“Vahn is the master.”
“That’s right.” I gave Ruby a few more strokes, and headed over to Emma’s closed bedroom door.
Proper etiquette would be to knock, but given our conversation this morning, I think we were past privacy issues.
I reached out, grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and stopped when a muffled sound made my ears twitch.
Was that…
Leaning in closer, I held my breath and listened.
The soft, sweet sound of Emma’s moan hit me like a Mac truck. My dick twitched as another one wafted through the door. Fuck me. She was masturbating. But was she thinking about me while she fingered herself? That was the only answer I wanted. Because if it was Kyle, I’d fucking kill him.
I creaked the door open and looked inside. If Emma spied on me, then it was only right I spied on her.
The scene was my living wet dream. Emma was sprawled out on her bed, with nothing on except for a pair of white cotton panties.
The most virgin underwear in existence. One hand was between her legs, playing with her pussy, while the other pinched her nipple.
The cherry on top was the video she was watching on her laptop. It was one of my movies.
Just like that, my dick was hard. I spent the last five hours fucking, and one look at her and I was ready to go again. That’s what Emma Rose did to me.
My hand was unbuckling my belt before I had time to think about it.
Emma groaned and threw her head back, while I grabbed my cock and started stroking. The men who watched her show didn’t get to see her like this. This shit was all for me. Legs spread wide, breast up in the air while her back arched off the bed, and her small hips pressing her ass into the bed.
My sweet little doll. With her big innocent eyes, and pouty pink lips that made me want to shove my cock down her throat. She was desirable in every fucking way. Even the frustration twisting her face made me hard. She was so close, but couldn’t get there. That was my job.
With my cock still in hand, I kicked the door open, and smirked when she jumped up and squealed.
“Vahn, what the hell!” Her arm shot up to cover her breasts. “You can’t just come barging in here.”
It was cute that she thought she could tell me what to do.
“Looks like you already invited me in.” I nodded at the end of the bed where my video was playing.
A flush crept across her cheeks, and she quickly snapped the laptop closed.
“Don’t be shy now,” I stepped into her room and gave my cock a couple of pumps. “I’m not.”
Her eyes fell down to where I was stroking myself. “Get out, Vahn.”
She didn’t want me to leave. If she did, she wouldn’t be licking her lips while staring at my cock.
“I thought you liked to watch?”
“I d-didn’t…” she stuttered like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I mean… I wasn’t—”
“You weren’t what?” I cut her off. “Getting off on watching me fuck? Or you weren’t imagining me fucking you?”
Her mouth fell open. “I was not imagining that.”
“Oh come on Emma,” I crooned. “You can lie better than that.”
“Fuck you, Vahn.”
“Don’t tempt me.” I growled ready to do just that.
Arguing with her was better than any foreplay. A few more strokes, and I was going to blow my load. “You want to watch me come Parakeet?”
She snorted, “No.”
“Then why are you staring at my dick?”
She tore her eyes off my cock and looked up at me. “I’m not.”
Coy was cute on her.
“Take your panties off.”
Her nose crinkled up with anger, while her eyes glimmered with confusion and need. “I’m not having sex with you Vahn.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you.” I didn’t want our first time to be after I fucked someone else. Whether it was for work or not. When I took Emma, it would be just her scent on me. No one else.
“Now take your panties off Emma, or I will.”
I was not in the mood to argue. Something I guess she saw in my face, because she didn’t continue to fight me. She just stared up at me, and slowly pushed the fabric over her hips.
“Good,” I panted. “Now spread your legs.”
“I’m not—”
“Don’t fucking argue with me, just do it.” I couldn’t hold back much longer.
She hesitated, but eventually pulled her knees apart, giving me a nice view of her delicious pink pussy.
One look at the arousal glistening on her delicate flesh, and I snapped. I rushed forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. My balls pulled up as I tilted her head down so she could watch me come all over her perfect cunt.
My orgasm was violent. Every muscle in my body seized as my vision blurred, and a roar so feral it surprised me, rolled out of my chest. It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath, and when I saw my seed dripping down her folds, I damn near came again.
Every fiber of my being wanted to throw her down and take her right then and there.
It was almost impossible to fight that feeling back.
But I did it. I had to. After what happened to her yesterday, I couldn’t force anything else on her.
I needed to take it slow, and wait for her to come to me.
Emma was mine now. It was my job to protect her.
Even if that meant protecting her from myself.
Meaning, I needed to get away from her or things would go way too far.
I let go of her hair, gave her head a pet, and said, “You’ll stay away from me tonight, if you know what’s good for you.”
Then I left, not just her room, but the apartment. Tonight would be the first night in three years that I slept in my penthouse.