Chapter 21
Her smeared makeup, heaving chest, and the tears sleeping freely from her eyes kept my cock rock hard despite having just released my cum seed deep in her womb. I wanted to see more tears. I wanted to see the hope completely flee from her eyes. She'd already lost so much in a day with the promise of losing so much more if she didn't cooperate. She had no money. Her freedom and job were hanging by a thread. I technically owned her home. She was completely dependent on me, and before I was done with her, she would be begging me to take her. It would be her only purpose.
As she stared up at me with an unreadable expression on her face, I knew I was addicted to her. The power over this woman… I was drunk with it.
"What's the matter, Bobbi? Are you scared that I put a baby in you? I hope I did." I said and rolled my hips so my cock moved around inside her cunt, reminding her of what I'd just done. "I hope your belly starts to swell with my child. I want to see your tits get bigger. I want that body you're so proud of changed by what I did to you tonight. Because I fucking own you, bitch."
I released her and enjoyed the feeling of my cock slipping free of her sloppy cunt as I pushed myself off the bed. I went to the fridge to look for something to drink from the fully-stocked fridge. I pulled out a bottle of water and started to down it, giving myself time to think about what I'd just done. I didn't pay any attention to Bobbi. Now that I'd cum in her and extracted my cock, I didn't even want to look at her.
Where the fuck had all that come from?
Had I just taken this woman against her will? Maybe? She'd been so wet, and had goaded me repeatedly… it felt like she'd wanted it. Should I feel bad about it? Could I feel bad about it when I already felt a desire to do it again?.
I glanced back at her prone body still spread out on the bed. I hoped she still hated me as much as I still hated her. I wanted her to still give me an excuse to grab her by the throat, throw her against the wall, and fuck her while watching the tears in her eyes. I wanted to slap her face and spit on her while she cursed my name. I'm not necessarily a violent man, but something about Bobbi Nanford brought out the worst in me, and part of me didn't just love it. I reveled in it.
I took another sip of water and turned back to Bobbi. She laid on the bed with one hand covering her eyes, and I wasn't sure if she was crying or not, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it if she was.
"You're staying here tonight, Bobbi."
I screwed the lid back on the water bottle and tossed it on the bed beside her, "In the morning, you can go back home. Take the rest of the week off. Stay home. Think about all this, because this is your life now, if you choose it."
She didn't respond. She didn't even look at me or even grab the water bottle. I let my eyes wander over her trim body. Her smaller breasts laid nearly flat on her chest as gravity pulled them down. I admired the slight definition of her abdomen. Her tight ass. God, her body was near perfection.
"On your way home, stop by the pharmacy and pick up the morning after pill," I said as an afterthought.
That got her attention. She lifted her hand from her face and looked at me. I couldn't tell if there were fresh tears or not, her face was already such a mess. "What? Why?"
"Do you want to get pregnant?" I snapped back at her.
"Fuck no," she snapped back, her fiery spirit obviously still just under the surface.
"Then just do it. You'll have a credit card before you leave in the morning."
I made my way back over to the bed and dropped down on it, suddenly way more tired than I'd felt coming up the elevator. Bobbi dropped her head back on the bed and stared at the ceiling pretending I wasn't there. I decided to do the same. Moments turned into minutes, and those ticked by.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She finally said, still glaring at the ceiling.
"Relaxing in the room I paid for," I said.
She finally looked at me with bewilderment etched all over her face, "I'm not spending the night with you."
I shrugged, "Suit yourself. I'm staying though. You're free to leave."
She sat up and stared at me, clearly still trying to process the fact that someone would treat her like this despite what we'd just done. I did my best to keep my eyes locked on the ceiling so I couldn't be burned by her gaze. Old habits died hard, and I had almost a year's worth of killing to do.
"You're serious." It sounded more like a statement than a question… as if she were repeating it in an effort to grasp the inevitability she faced.
"Yep."
When it was clear she wasn't going to get anything else from me she launched herself off the bed and started gathering her things. I just laid there listening to her till I heard a crash against the wall. I looked up just in time to see her phone landing on the floor beside the bed.
"It's a fucking paperweight," she muttered as she rummaged through her bag for something. I leaned back against my elbows and simply admired her body and felt a slight twitch in my dick as my eyes traveled over her creamy skin.
"Where are you planning on going?" I finally asked.
"I don't know!" She barked as she worked her dress back over her hips.
"Okay," I said, and laid back down. "See you next week, bitch."
I could feel her looking back at me again. "Will you at least call me a car?"
"No," I said, not bothering to look at her. From my peripheral vision, I could see her simply standing there and staring at me. Old Bobbi would have reacted immediately and with the full force of a thousand suns. It was clear she knew the predicament she was in.
"Seriously. Why are you doing this?"
"I already told you," I said, annoyed. "Because you've been a complete bitch the entire time I've known you. Because you've stolen and lied to the company. My company now. Because I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Because I hate you." I decided to be completely honest with myself and her. "And despite all that, I want you. I want to fuck you while I buy an island. And I want you to fall so madly in love with the lifestyle I provide you that you can't see any other life for yourself other than to do whatever the hell I want. Now, if you'll excuse me. It's getting late and I need to get some sleep."
I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the side table. It wasn't quite midnight, but I'd done more in the last few days than I would have in an entire week before the inheritance… and after the charged evening I'd just had, I found myself suddenly exhausted. I set my alarm and then checked my messages - just a couple of missed calls from Helen and one from Natalie. They'd both left texts. I also received texts from my mother, my brother, and from Phoebe.
I decided to ignore the ones from my family for tonight and started with Phoebe. She'd asked if I was home, so I texted her back, telling her that I was working late at the office and probably wouldn't be able to get away tonight. I wondered if she could let herself in and feed Jack for me. Then I asked if she needed anything.
Helen's text stated that she'd found some candidates for a position as my assistant and wanted to know if I'd be able to make it to my office at 10 in the morning. I texted her back that I'd be there and that I'd also had a great evening.
'Great! Can't wait to hear all about it,' was her immediate reply.
Natalie's text was just to thank me for trusting her with the new position and to tell me that she couldn't wait to get started.
'You deserve it, Natalie. I can't wait to work with you. See you soon. Goodnight!'
Then before sending it, I rewrote the message.
'You deserve it, Nat. I look forward to working with you. I can't wait to see you again. Goodnight!'
I put my phone back down on the side table and let my mind wander to Natalie. None of tonight mattered compared to her. It didn't matter that I could grab Bobbi by the hair and stick my cock down her throat. If required, I'd give her over to the authorities tomorrow. It didn't matter that I could have Helen and a bevy of other women at any moment. Natalie was the one I really wanted.
'I wonder what she would think of this situation,' I thought to myself as I felt the weight of Bobbi slinking onto the bed. I looked over my shoulder at her and couldn't help but smile in smug self-satisfaction.
"Good choice. Don't worry. I don't expect spooning. I only cuddle women I like. But I have an alarm going off at eight. If you've decided to take my offer, I'd like to get a blowjob in the morning before I have to leave."
Bobbi simply pulled the blankets up to her chin, rolled over so her back was facing me and promptly ignored my presence. That was fine. She needed time to process what had just happened. So did I. As I laid on the bed trying to fall asleep, I ran through the events of the last few days. How my money had led me to force one of the hottest women I knew to sleep with me. I thought about the power I'd obtained that had allowed me to shed the feelings of intimidation I'd always felt toward Bobbi. I thought about my incredibly beautiful lawyer and wondered what she had in store for me tomorrow. And I thought of Natalie's big, brown eyes and luscious lips. I imagined her hard nipples grinding against my chest as we kissed, and finally getting the chance to make love to my dream girl. And I drifted off to sleep.
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