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Chapter4
Ápologize ´
Mum had said, not get him to have oral sex with you on his office table. Yet, it felt so right as I continued to stroke his head and encourage him to go deeper. I started to wonder what his dick could do, if his tongue was doing all the work.
“Hmm,” I moaned as he flicked his tongue up and down my pussy as his hands gently stroked inside of my leg. He was doing so much work, yet so little at the same time. I was getting more pleasure then I had ever had in my life. No man had ever been done there with his tongue. If anything I was the one that was asked to give a blowjob, all the time from my old boyfriends. Whenever I asked them to do it, they always said the same thing.
Ýou need to shave. ´
I would shave and then they would complain about something else. Until I dumped their ass. I started to shake and shiver. My climax had reached its peak as I started shouting out loud. God that felt too good. I said to myself as my back collapsed on the table. That was the beginning. That was when things started to really change.
It was exactly four mornings since I was in his study. He had made up a contract. That was our talk, him telling me that, I should give up my job at the call center and he would look after me financially. It seemed silly, because it was obvious that he wanted me. He wanted to play a game, I thought I may as well go along with it.
After he finished sending me to my peak on his desk. He simply got up and left the room. Remaking that I should clean myself up and he would be back in twenty minutes and we would talk. I had a feeling then that he was the one going to be doing most of the talking and I was right.
The contract was quite simple every weekend, I was to be available at his beck and call with the required schedule times. I would go up to his room. He gave me a phone. So that he could only call that number, if he was away on business and needed me outside of the scheduled times. He would only summon me if and when he wanted to. I had never had sex and he had a schedule for it. There were other terms in the contract such as: I shouldn´t sleep with anyone apart from him, keep to a strict diet, make sure that I was on the pill (actually he had a doctor, inject this into me), make sure that I was screened and tested for any sexual transmitted diseases etc. I had one night to think about it. One night to confirm all the details and not discuss it with anyone and return it to him.
Sure, I came back to the study the next day and he wasn´t in there. His instructions were clear. I should leave the contract on his study desk, signed or leave the house once and for all. He knew that I had nowhere to go. Sure, I could turn to mom but that would jeopardize her marriage. Which had only just begun when we went to visit the Chrysler Building on a school trip. I knew that I wanted to bean architect. Everyone used to laugh at me setting my sights so high in life. Only grandma believed in me. She said, ´You could be anything you want to be in life, Sophia. You just need to work hard. ´
Her last dying wish was forme to be the one thing that I had set myselfto be as I grew older. The one thing that I had worked my butt off for so many years. Working at the call center was causing astrain on my studies. At times I slept during class exhausted at working a ten hour shift. Sometimes, I needed to work more shifts. I only got the chance if someone called in sick, which wasn´t often.
No, Damon knew I needed the money. He knew I wouldn´t say no. I couldn´t. I had to finish my studies. I had to pass, I had to bean architect. No matter, what!
I thought that I could get to his heart and it couldn´t just be about the sex. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Him throwing me out ofthe house like a piece oftrash. Sure, we were related by marriage, but not by blood. We weren´t brought up together and up until a few months ago, we knew nothing about each other. We never knew each other existed. We were both consenting adults. That fucked every weekend, what could be the harm in that. This was my mindset as I signed the contract. Part of me felt like I was signing my soul to the devil.
Just as I was in my room trying to gather my thoughts together. He sent a text.
Damon: You´relate!
Shoot, the contract had a schedule ofthe times, I was supposed to be in his room. I looked at the clock. Sure, I was supposed to be there now. Showered and ready to take on action. Or more like ready to fuck Damon.