Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,11
and Polly and I are living with her because we have no money.”
“I take it that was her on the video-call.”
“Yeah.”
“I misunderstood the situation when she said you weren’t interested?” I deduced.
“Yes. For sure. That wasn’t me talking. That was her.”
“Do you want to give it another go?”
“Absolutely.”
“I really want to kiss you right now,” I confessed.
“Me too! I mean, kiss you, of course.”
“Of course. I would also really like to see you again. On the bright side, they say we might be getting out of lockdown soon.”
“Then we can kiss all we want!”
“Wherever we want.”
She blushed adorably, and I knew things were at least getting back to how they had been a few days ago.
“Would you like to meet tonight?”
“Online?”
“Yeah, my sister will be working late. I’ll be wearing my robe.”
I could see her coming from a mile away. I had been around long enough to know when a kiss was inbound. Touching her gently on the shoulders, I pushed her back.
“Not yet, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a wink, implying that I might just see all of her.
Taking the handles of the stroller, she rolled Polly away, the balloons bouncing in the air as I watched Brigid nearly skipping with joy.
I shared Brigid’s enthusiasm. Even if I wasn’t able to express it in quite the same way. My own celebration involved going home and sleeping for nearly ten hours.
I was late. As sure as the sun rises in the morning. It didn’t happen often, but everyone slips up now and then. Jumping out of bed, still in my boxers, I power-ran to my laptop and dialed her number.
“Are you okay, sir?” Brigid inquired, adjusting her camera.
“Of course, my pet.”
It struck me she thought it was part of the game. That I was testing her by making her wait for me.
“Can I move now, sir?”
“Yes.”
She almost melted, every muscle in her body relaxing at once. She had been holding her position for how long? A beatific grin spread across her sweet lips.
“Better?”
“Yes, sir,” Brigid said softly.
“Why are you still dressed?” I asked, getting into character.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You're forgiven. Take off your robe, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
Quickly, her hands shaking, lovely Brigid untied the belt of her robe, slipping it from her shoulders and hanging it on the back of the chair.
“Beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes please, sir!”
Slowly I pulled down the front of my boxers; my cock, already hard from seeking her naked, sprinted out like a cobra. Brigid gasped at the sight of it.
“Want to suck it, my pet?” I asked, gently stroking the massive, throbbing shaft.
“Yes, sir,” Brigid replied, not taking her eyes off it for a second.
“Get on your knees,” I said, using the tone that I knew made her shudder.
“I am on my knees, sir,” she whispered, tucking them under her in her chair.
“Good, where are your hands?”
“Caressing up your thighs, sir.”
I closed my eyes and imagined her small, warm, soft hands working their way up my thighs and wrapping around my stiff cock.
“I’m stroking you now, sir,” she said.
“Good girl,” I said, stroking myself faster.
“I’m sucking your balls, sir.”
“Both at once?” I asked, pretending to be amazed.
“One at a time, sir. Alternating.”
“How are they?”
“Delicious.”
I tried to conjure the sensation of her hot little mouth on my balls, sucking gently as she caressed my cock with both hands.
“I am licking up your shaft, sir.”
“Go slow, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
In my mind, her soft, wet, pink tongue caressed up my rock-hard shaft, making me moan quietly as I did the same motion with one hand while continuing to stroke with the other.
“I am swirling my tongue around your head, sir,” Brigid said, copying what I told her before.
“Good girl,” I praised, wanting to encourage good behavior.
“May I suck you, sir?”
“Of course you can, pet.”
I pictured her dropping her mouth down on my cock, gently sucking me, working her lips halfway along the massive shaft before having to back off a bit, but continuing to suck like a champ.
I opened my eyes so I could see her. Brigid was softly fingering herself, already second-knuckle-deep into her beautiful pussy. She hadn’t asked my permission, but because it was thoughts of me that pushed her to such joyous abandon that I decided to let it slide.
I came in a huge rush, as was the usual. I could see Brigid nearly drooling, clearly wanting the opportunity to lick it up.
“Soon, my pet.”
“Promise, sir?” she implored.
“Yes, I promise.”
Then I was struck by a thought. A strange, beautiful thought.