Travis
Caitlin fills the doorway to my office, and she’s even more beautiful than I expected. She’s shy, so she’s still partially hidden behind the wooden slab, but I can see what I need to. Her gorgeous breasts are huge and swinging slightly, narrowing to a tiny waist and then flaring to wide hips. There’s a soft shadow at the vee between her thighs, and I’d swear those lips are glistening just a bit already.
“Hi,” she says shyly, looking down at the floor. “Um, should I come in?”
I can’t even speak, so I gesture with my hand. She minces in, a bit awkward in the high heels. “Hortense found a pair of stilettos and let me borrow them,” she explains. “I figured it was better than my sneakers.”
She’s right, and I can’t rip my eyes from the long length of creamy leg topped by a pair of six inch pink high heels. Shit, this is going to be a long night.
I nod.
“Come in sweetheart, and close the door behind you.”
She gently shuts the study door and sways to the chair in front of my desk. She begins to sit, but I stop her.
“Will you spin around for me?”
She pauses, blushing hotly.
“Oh. Yes, of course.”
Slowly, she turns in a small circle. I was hard the second she entered the study, but now the pain in my pants is pure agony. I swear I’m going to bust a nut, looking at the creamy white ass bisected down the middle with a dark cleft. I’d love to run my hand right down that seam, and tease her pucker before going even lower to stroke those soft, wet folds. Fuck, I’m so screwed.
“Perfect, honey,” I growl. “Please, sit.”
Caitlin perches herself gingerly on the edge of the chair across from me. If I were an artist, I’d paint a picture of Caitlin’s gorgeous naked body, with her brown hair rippling over her shoulders. Her chocolate eyes are wide, looking into mine.
But then I decide to toy with the girl a bit.
“Sweetheart, you look as pretty as a picture, but your place isn’t across from me. Your place is at my side.”
She stares at me in confusion. Slowly, Caitlin stands and starts to move the chair towards me, dragging the legs along the parquet floor. I stop her immediately.
“No, honey. That’s not what I meant.”
She blushes even more.
“But I’m confused, Travis. What do you want?”
I grin and stand. There’s a couch in my study and it’s made of supple calf leather, decorated with a few velvet throw cushions. I stand, and grab a brightly-colored cushion before putting it on the floor next to my desk chair.
“This is where I want you to sit.”
Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open.
“What? I’m sorry?”
I merely nod and wait with an expectant gleam in my eyes. Meanwhile, Caitlin gapes at me, shocked. But there’s no need to explain, and besides, I don’t owe her an explanation. So instead, I turn away and open up a few spreadsheets for work. Her mouth opens and closes a few more times, but then slowly, she gets up, makes her way around the desk, and kneels on the cushion beside me. Her butt is on her ankles, and her hands are clasped loosely in her lap. I quiver from the lush beauty mere inches from my frame, but hold myself in check.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re learning.”
She bends her head and nods, speaking in a dulcet voice.
“I can only learn if you teach me, Sir.”
Holy hell, where did that come from? But she’s clearly a quick study, and this is turning out even better than I hoped. To think I found this girl randomly when I took Buster out for a walk too! I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, much less a gorgeous woman in need of a helping hand. But sometimes, life is unpredictable.
Without another word, I turn back to my computer and begin reading some reports. They’re boring, so I’m able to follow them quite easily, and absentmindedly, I lay a hand on Caitlin’s head, stroking those soft curls. She jolts at first, but then goes totally still, big breasts quivering.
Very gently, I begin petting her head, as if she’s my favorite cat. Again, Caitlin jerks a bit, but then she settles once again, and is it my imagination, or does she rub up against my palm a bit, as if enjoying the touch? She must like it.
Satisfied, I go back to reading these damned reports when suddenly a noise disturbs my concentration. What the fuck is that?
Holy shit, Caitlin is purring! Her eyes are closed as I stroke her curls, and the girl is literally purring a bit from her chest, enjoying the feel of my hands on her skin. Fuck fuck fuck. This is the most responsive woman I’ve ever met, and clearly, she loves the role she’s been given.
I take a deep breath to calm myself, but then a spicy aroma fills my nostrils and I look down at the curvy girl once more in shock. Sure enough, right at the vee of her thighs, her lips are glistening. They’re plump and juicy, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s even a slight wet spot forming on the cushion below.
Oh shit. This woman is so fucking sensual and she’s so ready for it. I could easily pull her up into my lap and kiss her senseless at this very moment. Perhaps her place isn’t sitting on the ground next to me. I could have her up here, riding my dick with that slick cunt.
But it’s too early. I don’t want Caitlin to think that I’m an animal with no control, so instead, I turn back to my reading although the words are beginning to blur before my eyes.
“Is everything okay?” Caitlin mewls from beside me.
I glance down and find those chocolate eyes gazing at me, looking at me with near adoration.
“Yes, sorry, sweetheart. I apologize, I’m just looking at some work stuff. Chained to my desk, and all that.”
“Oh. Okay. If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know.”
“I will, but you’re doing great right now. Actually, widen your knees a bit if you wouldn’t mind.”
Caitlin blushes, but she obeys, and as those creamy thighs spread, I see I was right. There is a tiny wet spot on the cushion, and like the rancid bastard that I am, I want to smell the fabric. I want to rub my nose against it, inhaling her sweet essence while imagining her soft clutch taking me to Heaven.
“Is that better?” she asks, a tiny smile on her face.
I nod, unable to find the words. If I open my mouth, it’ll be to bend down and take one of her hard nipples between my lips.
Instead, I attempt once again to focus on my work. I have no idea why I’m forcing myself to work when God’s gift to mankind is right here at my fingertips. I’m definitely not getting much done, and after another five minutes, I give up. This is pointless. At that moment, Caitlin’s sweet voice chimes next to me.
“Can I ask what you do for work, Travis?”
I blink. “Oh. Yes. Of course. I own Simpson Auto Parts, and we manufacture and distribute auto parts all throughout the United States. We’re expanding to Europe and Asia now, although that might take a while.”
Caitlin gasps. “Simpson Auto? No wonder you have such a huge house!”
I chuckle. “Yeah. I started the company fresh out of high school, actually.”
She cocks her head at me, looking at me curiously.
“You didn’t go to college?”
“No. I couldn’t afford it, nor was it really needed, to be honest. So long as you have a good sense of what you’re doing, you can definitely take advantage of an open market.”
“Wow,” she nods, her breasts bobbling a bit. “That’s incredible. Everyone at school knew someone who worked at your company. You guys practically own Medina,” she blushes. “I mean, I must know at least five people who labor at your factory.”
I nod.
“Did you take a shift there? We sometimes hire high school kids during the summers. The pay is fair, and they learn technical skills to boot.”
Caitlin shakes her head. “No, because I always had my head in the clouds. I want to be a fashion designer, but in a weird coincidence, so does my stepmother,” she says in a wry tone. “I don’t know how I could be more unlucky, to be honest.”
I don’t want to get into the evil stepmother aspect right now, but I need to say something to soothe her at the very least.
“You’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re with me, and you never have to go back to your stepmother again. She can’t hurt you anymore.”
Caitlin looks up at me with a hopeful smile, and she’s so beautiful that I almost forget that I’m not supposed to be talking to her – I’m just supposed to enjoy her beautiful body.
“Well, Fiona never hurt me. Not physically at least.”
I tilt her head up to look deep into those warm brown eyes. “There are different types of hurt, Caitlin, and you’re fine now. I can promise you that.”
She only nods. After all, there’s clearly a tangle of emotions buried beneath her words which would likely take years, if not decades, to unpack. Our romantic liaison isn’t meant for that, but I want to give her a sense of assurance regardless. The curvy girl is gorgeous, and she’s mine right now, so she’s under my protection.
I decide to change the subject to something we’ll both enjoy.
“Let me tell you more about this arrangement.”
Caitlin smiles shyly. “There’s more? Travis, you know I can’t wear less than this.”
My gaze travels appreciatively over her generous curves.
“I know, sweetheart, and you look stunning. But I’m thinking about changing the terms so that it’s not lingerie anymore; it’s just walking nude with high heels throughout my house.”
She giggles, her cheeks flushing pink.
“Oh my god, what would your staff think?”
I wink.
“I pay them to keep their mouths shut. You’ll be good. But anyways, sweetheart, I work from home most evenings and occasionally on weekends too. When I’m in my study, I’d like you to be here beside me.”
I would love to have Caitlin with me at my office at Simpson, too, but obviously, people would be concerned. My office has a glass wall that looks out onto the floor where my employees work. They’d notice a nude, lush woman kneeling beside me, obediently doing my bidding like a pet on a leash.
So I guess I have to settle for having her only at home. Come to think of it, I might be working from here a lot more often now. Yeah, that sounds good. Why not? Everyone’s remote these days.
Caitlin nods too.
“Okay, I think. Can I bring a book or some material to read while you work?”
I consider this for a second. “No, sweetheart. I’d prefer for you to wait obediently at my side. Occupy your thoughts with what I’ll be doing to your body once I’m free.”
She blushes scarlet but nods.
“Understood.”
“Good. I leave early tomorrow morning so I likely won’t see you for breakfast, but we will have dinner together each evening. Nonetheless, the chef will prepare breakfast and lunch for you to enjoy. Get to know Petra; she’s very talented and can prepare any number of exotic dishes.”
Caitlin’s eyes go wide. “Oh, okay. Wow, that’s great, and I’ll definitely take you up on that. But can I ask you a question Travis? Have you ever done this before?” she stammers a bit.
The question catches me off guard. “What do you mean?”
Her cheeks are fiery now.
“I mean, have you ever had a girl live with you, not as a girlfriend, but more as a plaything? It seems like you know what you’re doing.”
Ah, the million dollar question. I take my time answering.
“Yes and no. I’ve tried, and there have been girls who stayed here, but no one lasted very long. It was unfortunate because I genuinely liked some of the ladies and thought things were going great, but somehow, expectations always crawled into the mix. As you know, that’s not what this is. This is a mutually beneficial transaction, fulfilled using sex and money. I know the words are harsh, but I want to be straight with you. I’m not looking to get married, and there will be no wedding bells because that’s not the type of person I am.”
Caitlin nods slowly, absorbing my words.
“Of course, Travis. I would never think otherwise.”
“Good,” I say, my voice a little deeper than usual. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Then, she turns to me and her expression is so soft that I feel my heart melt. “I’m here for whatever you need, Mr. Simpson. I’m not looking to make you settle down. I’m just here to do your bidding.”
My smile is positively ravenous then. “Good, because I think we’re going to get along perfectly.”
She giggles a bit. “I think so, too.”
I check the time on my wall clock. It’s nearly ten and beside me, Caitlin yawns subtly.
“You’ve had a long day, sweetheart, and so have I. We should both get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping. It’ll be fun.”
She shakes her head, her breasts bobbling in time.
“I can stay up if you need me to. I don’t mind.”
My hand gently trails over her soft cheek.
“No, that won’t be necessary, sweetheart. Let’s go get some sleep.”
With that, we both stand and Caitlin takes my elbow to steady herself as we walk to the door. It feels right with that small palm on my arm, and we make our way slowly to her suite. Once she opens the door, I kiss her cheek decorously and then back away.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I can tell she’s confused that I didn’t come in, but it’s fine. We have plenty of time together, and I’ll be sampling those lush curves to my heart’s content within hours.