“Ah, I see,” I reply, “do you know where Christian has gone to?”
“He has left on business, he was not sure what time you would wake up, so he just told me to wait for you.”
“I thought James was his driver?”
Not, that it makes that much difference? I just feel completely lost.
“No, he’s a relief driver in case I’m not around.”
The elder man says as he looks at me. Maybe he can see that I’m perplexed about being left in the house alone.
“Mr. Stern’s a bit of a free spirit, he does as he pleases,” he winks to me and I feel completely uneasy. I’m alone in Christian’s house talking to his driver in a bathrobe.
“I have a few tales I can tell you,” he replies grinning to himself.
“Tell me, what is he like?” I top up my coffee cup.
“Not possible Ma’am, that’s more than my life is worth,” he replies shrugging his shoulders, “one whiff of me telling tales and I will be out on my ear and I’ve been working for him for…” he starts to count on his fingers.
Then sighs, “A long time, maybe too long. Anyway, Mr. Stern’s a private person and one thing’s for sure. I’ll respect his privacy seeing as he’s so good to me.”
“So, what has he said about me? Can you tell me that?”
I can see that loyalty comes first with Jonah and I’m not going to get him sacked. Especially when in less than three weeks, I’ll be out of the city and back home.
“He just said you would probably be exhausted from last night, and to take you anywhere you wish to go once you are ready.”
“Do you do this very often?”
I can’t help myself, because I’m starting to feel insecure. Did he really fuck me and then leave? Or is he really on business? I don’t remember seeing anything in his schedule. Maybe something came up, but then again maybe it didn’t?
“That’ll be telling Miss,” he taps the edge of his nose. “It’s for me to know, and for you to find out!” he says with a chuckle, “If I say the wrong thing, I may upset you, and I’ll upset him and I really don’t want to do that.”
He sits down as if he’s trying to make a point, he really wants me to stop asking, because not only will he be out of job. But so could I.”
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, eh Jonah?” I say with a smile and a wink trying to lighten the mood.
“Exactly Ma’am, I just do my job and never pay much attention to anything else, ignorance is bliss, so to speak.”
“Okay, let me get changed and then go back home.”
He nods, “I’ll be here waiting.”
I hesitate for a second, thinking that I’ll ask him something else. Then I change my mind and walk to the office and quickly change from the bathrobe to the raincoat. In need to get out of here. I don’t know how long Jonah’s been waiting? But his plans are clear, he needs to take me to where I need to go.
Which right now is to my four walls. I grab the heels and stuff the lingerie into the coat pocket. I enter the kitchen where Jonah is just washing the cups.
“Ready, you can take me home. If that’s alright?”
“Right you are Ma’am; right you are.”
I hesitate as we leave. Thinking that maybe if I stayed here a little longer than Christian would show up. Then again, his instructions to Jonah were clear, which was to take me home. Not his. Mine.
Chapter 15
Christian
She’s such a perfect sub, and the fucking crazy part is that she doesn’t question. She did once, and I put her in her place. Now, she does as I say and I fucking love to hear her scream. It’s as if she can’t get enough of me.
I took her to my house. Something that I’d never done in the past, I always took my subs to hotels. My house is my space, my privacy and something that I wouldn’t dream of bringing anyone else into, especially a sub. It’s as if I’m breaking all the rules when it comes to sweet, innocent Isobel. But there’s just one thing that’s changed; she’s no longer innocent. I have broken her sweet cherry bud and now I have her begging for more.
“Hi Christian, you wanted me to come in early?”
She asks formally as she stands by the door. It’s as if she left my house weeks ago and I crave her desperately. We were fucking all of Friday night into Saturday morning, yet my cock twitches the moment it hears her voice.
“Yes.”
She hovers at the door, “You left me at your house alone.”
I nod, but I don’t know what to say about that. I had to let her go, and I couldn’t think of any other way to do it. If I’d stayed in the house, then I would have wanted her all the time. She couldn’t handle that. As much as she was screaming obscenities and acting as if she wanted more. She couldn’t take it if I pushed her to the limit. Especially seeing as she’d just lost her virginity.
“Should I close the door?”
“Isobel, are you okay?”
She smiles, “I’m better than okay, but I never heard from you all weekend. Then last night I just get a text telling me to come here at seven.”
She’s waiting for me to reply, but I can’t tell her the truth.
“You must have been sore?”
She shrugs, “Just a little, but I’ve recovered from the rollercoaster ride.”
“Of come?”
She laughs, but I wasn’t joking because as she stands there, I want to fuck her right now. I know that the office is empty at this time. People start coming in around eight. The only thing on my mind is to take her by the door or even better over my desk?
She’s wearing a black pencil skirt which matches her dark hair which is running loose and wild. Her white shirt hugs her body so fucking tight that I can see her erect nipples.
I move closer towards her, “I want you right now.”
She nods, “I know, I can tell.”
“How?”
She points to my erection which is on display. I can pretend that this isn’t happening, but I spent all fucking weekend pretending that I didn’t crave her, every time I ended up in the hotel suite’s bathroom. Jerking off and thinking of her sweet body.
“Why did you leave Christian?”
“Because you couldn’t handle what I wanted to do to you.”
She chokes, “I handled what you did to me on Friday night.”
“And Saturday morning.”
“Wow, were we going on for that long? I wasn’t looking at the time.”
Neither was I, but when she fell asleep which was shortly after I put her in my bed. I saw the time, and I was taken aback by us fucking for so long. It was as if the more we fucked, the more my cock demanded more. She’s like a fucking magnet. She smells so sweet right now.
“Show me that you could handle more over the weekend. Prove me wrong, by bending over my desk so I can take you again.”
She’s staring at me and not moving.
“Do you have any panties on?”
She struts past me and says, “Panties in the office?”
Then she spreads her legs open and then holds on to the side of the desk.
“They’re a thing of the past, especially in this office.”
She’s turning into a bad girl. One that I’m starting to like. I walk over to her and decide that I’m going to fuck her so hard that the multiple orgasms that she had on the chair and even in the bathroom are nothing compared to the one that she’s going to have right now. She’s going to be happy that I left her on Saturday. Now, not only will her pussy be sore, but I’ll have her so hard that she’ll be screaming my fucking name, begging me for mercy!
Chapter 16
Isobel
I sit at my desk basking in thoughts of everything that has been going on with Christian and I. Not so long ago I was a country girl who was holding my V-card very close. This has since been shattered to smithereens big time. I’d been fucked every way imaginable, and more. I imagined a romantic setting like the one that Leo set-up for the Prom. Two people in love and
their bodies joining as one. That feels like a girl’s dream. I feel as if he’s turned me into a woman. At times I wonder if I’m now officially a whore?
“Isobel,” Christian calls in a rough voice.
I make a point of grabbing my pen and pad. I knew that the girls were watching me, so I made sure that I look as if I’m going into his office for a good reason.
“Just coming!”
“What’s taking you so long?” he shouts angrily.
“Just grabbing my pen and pad.”
I glance behind me as I walk towards the office, I can see Jean leaning her head from behind her monitor and sure enough she’s watching me.
I enter the office and walk towards the desk.
“Sit,” Christian says in a slightly pissed off voice.
“What’s wrong?”
We’ve been getting along so well. I’ve done everything that he’s said over the last few days and then at night, sometimes I stay at his house. Even in the same bed. Now, he’s treating me as if I’m a stranger. There must be something on his mind.
“I have to go away on business.”
That catches me by surprise, because that means I need to sleep every night in the room. The one I dread going back to and have avoided sleeping there in a while.
“You’ll be back soon,” I don’t know if I’m comforting him or myself?
“I’ll be away all week, shit, fuck!” he says as he slaps his hand against the desk and rubs the area where I made myself come for him.
“Oh, that long?”
Now, I’m really disappointed, because I only have a couple of weeks left here. Maybe I’ve had my head up in the clouds, because we’ve been getting on so well. Part of me hasn’t want to think about leaving.
“Yep, it’s the Japanese, I have to go there and see what they are talking about.”
“Well, we always have the phone and the internet, you know how much fun that is,” I’m trying to think about our time apart as not being so bad.
“Isobel, I’m pissed off, I’m not really in the mood.”
Wow, I can’t believe that this is the same man. I want to get out of here. He doesn’t have to take his frustration out on me. I don’t deserve it.
“Oh, sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut in future.” I cower deeper into my chair.
“Yep, do that,” he replies. “You can get back to work; I’ll be leaving soon.”
“What? You mean today?”
“Yes Isobel, which is why I wanted you in my office, but you took so long.”
Like two minutes!
“So you need to keep in touch with me and tell me what’s going on.”
I stand up to leave and whisper, “Yes.”
While fighting back the tears. I can’t believe that he’s being so mean to me. I turn to face him, but he’s on his computer. I decide that I’m not going straight back to my desk. I’ll go to the bathroom to cry and then I’ll get to it. I stand at the door waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t as I open and close the door.
I decide that I’m not crying over any man ever again. So, I return to my desk and continue with my work; I start to feel sad that he’s going. He may only be gone for a week, but a week without caressing his god-like body and feeling his beastly cock deep inside me, feels like a week too long. Even if he’s acting like a complete ass at the moment.
***
The first twenty-four hours were the worst, Christian left and there was no way for me to contact him. God, I can’t believe that I’m more upset about the man who’s been cold to me for weeks and hot the last two then I was about my boyfriend of four years. I get home after the office not feeling in the mood to socialise with the girls. As soon as I sit on the bed, I get a text from Christian.
Christian: Sorry, I was an ass yesterday. C
Me: Okay. XXX
I really don’t know what else to say, maybe the kisses will tell him how I feel? Maybe, he’ll send me one back.
Christian: I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. You didn't deserve that. C
Damn! This must be hard for him to do. I don’t think that I’ve ever heard him apologise even in the office. I’m trying to think of a time that he’s done that and draw a complete blank.
Christian: I just want to see how you are doing, are you coping without my body? C
Me: Coping… just, it is not the same without feeling and tasting you. XXX
I feel really silly that I’m laying my heart on the line to a man’s that
Christian: Do you want to get on video chat?
Me: Sure.
Just the anticipation of seeing him has already got me feeling wet. I should have changed and put on something more sexy, but I’m dying to see him. I turn on the laptop and sit in my chair; I open the buttons on my pyjamas top to reveal my cleavage. The web chat starts, and I can see Christian in the video.
“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t realize that you’re going to bed. What time is it over there?”
I feel embarrassed to tell him, “It’s just after eight. I’m just watching TV.”
“But you have nothing on…”
I lean closer to the screen as Christian stands to reveal his boxers, “I’ve just got these on.”
“I appear under-dressed compared to you.”
“Ah, so you’re after some action then?”
I slowly open the remainder of my buttons. I grab my breasts and push them together; I can see Christian as he slips out of his shorts, he grabs his cock and starts stroking himself. I stand and slide my pyjama bottoms to the floor. I pick up the laptop and head towards the couch and place it on the coffee table.
I position the camera, so Christian gets a view of my body, I lean back and spread my legs.
“Can you see my pussy?”
“Shit, Isobel you’re so fucking sexy,” he replies as he leans back in his chair, his hard cock nearly reaching his belly button.
“Want me to come for you?”
I’m asking him, but I’ve already started to rub my clit.
“Hell yes. I want to come for you,” he answers in a sexy voice.
We continue to watch each other, our bodies separated by miles, yet our minds linked by our sexual urges. Oh, my pussy throbs as I slide my fingers deep inside me. I can see Christian; his cock red and hard.
“Shit I’m gonna come,” I hear him say.
“Come for me baby,” I reply as I feel my body releasing the fire deep in my soaking cunt.
I can see his hand moving frantically, it’s becoming a blur, as his body convulses. I watch as his hot come shoots from his cock and hits him on his chest, spurt after spurt, his chest covered in his hot seed.
We finish our chat, and I clean myself, my pussy soaked from watching Christian and his gorgeous cock.
“We could do this again tomorrow night if you like?”
I’m so happy that he said that, this must be the closest that he’s ever admitted that he feels something towards me. Then again, part of me feels that it’s all sex.
“We could actually have a conversation.”
“Isobel, we could do that before you make me come. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Then he hangs up. Tomorrow I’ll definitely try and control myself. I’ll make him talk to me, even if it means that I need to come by myself every single night while he’s away and not on video chat.
***
The next day I go into the office and I feel a little better. I’m determined not to sex video chat to him tonight. I sit at my desk and there’s so much work which is a welcome distraction.
Before I know it, it’s lunch time, but Jean, and the girls left without me. They didn’t even invite me to lunch. I find myself glancing towards Christian’s office and can’t wait for his return. I sit and think of my life compared to how it was before. Christian certainly has lived up to his promise and put a smile back on my face.
I decide to leave early for the evening. I feel lonely, which is weird, because I had loads of work to do. Yet
thoughts of sitting here without Christian are too much to bare. I walk around the office and listen to the silence. I head towards the elevator and within a few seconds it appears. For some reason, the ride down to the lobby feels longer than usual.
“Bing, bing,” goes the bell as the elevator stops at various floors, I just bow my head and embrace all my thoughts.
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