Chapter 5 5
I imagine her body still quivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, her nipples peaked, her pussy slick and ready. How much does she wish she was in this chair, choking on my cock?
Fuck.
My balls tighten. The pleasure builds at the bottom of my spine. It’s rare that I’m so amped up that I’m ready to explode within minutes, but I’ve never experienced something like this.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” I praise, but it’s Caterina I’m speaking to. “Suck me hard and deep.”
press against Chelsea’s face. My balls rest on her chin, and I hold myself there, relishing in her struggle for control. After a moment, I show mercy and pull back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, all the while keeping my gaze on Caterina’s.
Those sweet, innocent blue eyes peer back at me. I want to see them fill with tears. I want to see her cheeks hollow, her lips swollen and wrapped around my cock while drool and cum dribble down her chin. The swirling thoughts are enough to push me over the edge.
I pull out of Chelsea’s wet mouth with a pop and take my cock into my hand, stroking myself faster. “Fuck, open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I’m going to come on your face.” It’s not a question but a demand.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Caterina, the dirty little girl, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. That’s what tips me over the edge. What sends a final surge of pressure through my balls and leaves me exploding. The muscles in my stomach tense, and my toes curl into the concrete under my feet. All I can see in my mind is Caterina. Innocent. Sweet. Her pretty face painted in my cum. God. I’m going to corrupt her so fucking good.
“Fuuuuuck,” I roar, as ropes of cum shoot from the tip, splashing across the face of the woman before me. Every drop of fluid belongs to the angelic creature in the kitchen, who unwittingly has revealed her true nature.
“Mmm…” The moaning near my knees pulls my attention away from Caterina. I would’ve forgotten about the blonde in front of me if it hadn’t been for the sound she just made. I came seconds ago, and my usual response sits on the tip of my tongue.
No matter what I do or how many dates I go on, I have yet to find a woman who doesn’t bore me. The moment I identified Caterina’s presence, everything else ceased to exist. I can’t leave Chelsea as she is, though. That would be a dick move.
“Stay here. I’ll get you a towel.”
I grab a towel from the stack by the pool to help Chelsea clean her face. As I glance back at the house, Caterina is nowhere to be seen, leaving me unsettled. Chelsea puts on the light cotton dress and sandals she wore earlier, and I lead her inside to finish freshening up in the bathroom.
I’m not surprised Caterina has disappeared from the kitchen. I can’t help but focus on the spot where she was sitting as I guide Chelsea to the powder room. While waiting for her to finish, I arrange for a driver to bring a car around.
My thoughts keep drifting back to Caterina. I imagine her hiding out in Tatiana’s room, waiting to see if I’ll confront her about what she saw. I chuckle to myself. I had anticipated they would be out late, stumbling back around dawn—something I would have done at twenty-one.
Had I known they’d come home so early, I might have reconsidered my actions by the pool.
Caterina’s responsible, sweet, and seemingly naive. I never expected her to be interested in watching. I wonder what other secrets she might have. An older, experienced partner could reveal to her a world of possibilities she hasn’t yet explored.
The thought of what I could teach her, what I could do to her, is almost overwhelming.
“There’s a car waiting for you outside,” I tell Chelsea as she exits the bathroom.
She smiles, her teeth gleaming. “I was thinking maybe we could have another drink. Sit, talk, and get to know each other a bit more.” Her hopeful expression is charming, but not enough to change my mind.
She’s attractive with her long blonde hair and slim figure, but tonight isn’t about her. She’s trying to delay the inevitable, but this night won’t end with her in my bed.
“I don’t want to be rude, Chelsea, but you know the deal,” I say, trying to sound as considerate as possible.
“I was hoping maybe this time would be different,” she replies quietly.
I don’t answer. What’s the point? Nothing will alter the outcome. I learned long ago that being wealthy and successful means every aspect of your life can be used against you, especially in matters of intimacy. No one wins when a woman tries to trap you with a child.
Chelsea gets the message and leaves without further protest. I close the door behind her and move on, but my mind is already elsewhere.
