Chapter 8 - Mike
Back at my house, something seems off. It takes me a while to realize that it’s too quiet. Without Willow here, the place is silent and gloomy. Her smile and laughter filled the place up and made it feel like a home again. Here on my own, it’s just a house to live in.
Seeing where Willow calls home was a shock.
I know she’s probably making close to minimum wage, so I don’t expect her to be living in a mansion, but I don’t want her living in a place like that.
If I were her parents, I would do everything I could to help her get out of there.
I actually know someone who owns apartment buildings.
Would she think it rude of me to talk to them and see if they can get her into somewhere better?
It’s been an amazing weekend, even with the weirdness from her mom.
In fact, that incident brought us closer together.
As soon as she got here, she let her guard down even more and allowed me to fully control her.
Maybe at her parents’ house, she was still worried about house sitting, but when I took her home, she had nothing to think about except being a good slut. Which she shined at.
And talking about being a freeuse slut, I’m regretting asking her to the Christmas party.
Not because it won’t be fun. I’d love to see her dressed as a sexy elf and acting like a ho ho hoe.
It’s more that I’m not sure I want to share her with anyone else.
I know that’s silly. We’re not dating or making any commitment, but when I’m with her, I feel both protective and possessive.
Will she want to fuck other guys at the party?
If she does, maybe I’ll just tell her she can be a freeuse cocksucker.
She was pretty fucking hot when she was blowing that guy before I found her in the bar at Halloween…
and watching her do that while I fuck her?
I think I would like her acting all slutty and taking some dude’s cock in her mouth while I pound her pussy.
But that’s all after the cruise. Not that I really want to go on it, but I don’t have a choice since it’s for work and too late to ask them to find someone else this year.
My company books the entertainment for the cruise line and once a year I get sent as a guest to observe the trip—like a secret shopper, because no one knows I’m there for work.
It might have been my imagination, but she seemed to get a little down when I told her about it. Maybe, like me, she’s not looking forward to there being such a long time before we get together again.
We can always sext while I’m away. She seems to enjoy it when I growl in her ear and tell her what to do.
Maybe I’ll make some sexy videos for her, with me being all dominant and telling her to touch herself.
Get her all worked up so that by the time we go to the Christmas party, she’ll be so needy for me she won’t want to fuck anyone else.
It’s the perfect plan.