Straightening up, she pauses when all that’s left is her underwear. I give her a nod, encouraging her to keep going. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her shoulders. Her perky breasts come into view, and the sight is pumping all the blood in my body straight to my cock.
Her taut nipples are a soft pink, sitting perfectly centered on her heavy breasts. Dipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties, she slides them down her body until she is standing in front of me completely naked.
I watch her hands twitch. She wants to cover up but manages to keep her arms by her side so I can get a good look at her pussy. It’s shaved, almost like she knew how I like it. I take her body in, scanning every inch of her creamy skin, wondering if it’s as soft as it looks.
She clears her throat, making my eyes snap up to her face. Defiance mixed with fear and annoyance is written all over her face.
“I’m cold,” she states, her bottom lip shaking slightly.
“Don’t move.” I step into the closet and pick out a nightgown for her. The fabric is a deep blue silk and will look amazing on her.
Returning to the bedroom, I am pleased to see she hasn’t moved.
“Who do these clothes belong to?” she asks when I hand her the nightgown.
“They’re yours.”
“I mean before,” she whispers as she slides the silky piece of fabric on.
“Are you jealous, Amara?”
“Just curious.” She shrugs.
“They are yours. They never belonged to anyone else. I bought them for you.”
“How? You didn’t know I was going to come until a few hours ago…” I can practically see the wheels turning inside her pretty little head. “You planned this?”
“I might have seen this outcome ahead of time,” I admit. “I visited your father two weeks ago. I gave him an ultimatum then. Told him in fourteen days it would be money or… you.”
Her plump lips slightly part, and her eyes go impossible wide. Quickly her shock turners into something else… hurt. A deep pain settles in her gaze, and I almost feel bad for mentioning it. Judging by her facial expression, the realization that her father knew and didn’t warn her pains her more than anything else she experienced today.
“There is a toothbrush for you in the bathroom and other things you might need,” I offer. “Go get ready for bed.”
She gives me a tiny nod before disappearing into the bathroom. I take that time to get undressed myself, locking the door, and stashing my gun in the nightstand’s hidden compartment.
Amara returns a few minutes later. Her eyes are glued on my body as she hesitantly walks to the bed. I left my boxers on, but she is clearly fascinated by my bare chest.
She stops right in front of me, and so close, I can see the red around her eyes. She was crying in the bathroom but dried her tears before coming out. My little toy doesn’t want to show any weakness.
“Lie down,” I order, and watch her crawl into my bed.
Turning off the light, I slide in next to her, pulling the blanket over us both. Darkness settles over us, but my eyes remain wide open.
“Why is my father’s debt so important to you? You clearly have enough money,” Amara whispers after a while.
“If I let one person’s debt go, no matter how small, others will expect the same.” There are no exceptions, no loopholes, or second chances. I will get paid one way or another.
“Why loan money at all? Don’t you have enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life?”
“I always need more money and power.” It will never be enough until I have done what I set out to do.
“Does money and power make you happy?”
“Very,” I lie. I haven’t been happy in a very long time. The only way I will find happiness and peace is when I kill the man who took my mother from me. And to achieve that, I need all the money and power I can get.
I wake up long before she does, and I spend a good bit of that time watching her sleep. She looks relaxed and peaceful, which is odd, considering her situation. Or maybe I just think it’s odd because I sleep with one eye open, even in my own house.
After a while, I get up to take a shower. The image of Amara in my bed without underwear is fresh in my mind.
Under the hot spray of water, I grip my cock and start to stroke it. Imagining her tight pussy wrapped around it instead of my own hand. Fuck! I could go in there and have her now. I could make it good for her too, but something is stopping me.
I want her to be more than a quick fuck. I want her to stay here with me, and even though I need her to obey me, I also don’t want her to hate my guts.
My hips thrust into my hand on their own as I keep fucking my hand, thinking about the little temptress in my bed. Does she know how fucking sexy she is? Does she realize how she licked her plump lips, making me imagine she is licking my cum off?
It doesn’t take long before I feel my balls draw together, and the tingle in my spine turns into a full-body spasm. With a groan, I shoot my load all over the tile. Painting the shower with ropes of cum.
With one hand against the wall, I catch my breath and watch my release wash down the drain, thinking about what a waste it is. My cum belongs in her pussy and nowhere else.
Soon… very soon.
I finish my shower and dry off. As usual, I don’t bother covering up as I walk back into my bedroom.
A gasp fills the room as I enter. I look up and find Amara sitting up in the bed, clasping the blanket to her chest while gawking at me with her mouth hanging open.
“Well, good morning.” I grin, enjoying how embarrassed she looks even though I’m the one completely naked. My earlier suspicion is only strengthened by her reaction.
“You’ve never seen a man naked, have you?” At my question, her eyes–that have been glued to my dick for the last five seconds–suddenly find a random spot on the wall to look at.
“What? Of course, I have,” she quips, swiping some of her tangled-up hair from her face. “I’ve seen plenty of men naked. All kinds of men…”
“In real life or on the internet?”
“What does it matter?” She shrugs, looking anywhere in the room besides where I’m standing.
“It matters because I want to know how experienced you are. It will determine how I’ll fuck you the first time.”
Taking a few steps toward her, I stand in front of the bed. She finally looks up, and her eyes find mine.
“I don’t have any experience with men,” she admits as if she is embarrassed by that fact.
“Good. I’ll be your first and last.” Pride swells in my chest, knowing that no one has ever touched her or made her come. It will be a pleasure to be all of her firsts.
“So… how does this work?” She tries to change the subject. “Am I going to stay in this room today?”
“I was going to take you downstairs for breakfast first, introduce you to some of the staff and show you the rooms you are allowed to go in.”
“Okay. Um, is there more clothes I can wear?”
“Yes. In the closet. Pick whatever you like.” I wave my hand toward the open door.
Amara kicks the blanket off her body and gets up from the bed. I watch her body move quickly but gracefully through my room while she is trying her best not to look at me at all.