CHRISTOPHER
The lounge was packed with people today. Too many people. And I couldn't stand it. Looking them over I could tell that they weren't influential nor wealthy people, so I couldn't help but wonder how they were able to afford a night here.
Hissing, I walked up to customer service. I saw the young woman on seat let out a gasp when she saw me and I could tell that she recognized me. Not a surprise, I was constantly on the news and magazine covers.
"G-good day, sir. How may we be of help today," She stammered, her eyes falling to my lips every few seconds. She gave me a look which I recognized. She wanted to be fucked. As my eyes roved her body I decided that she wasn't my type. "We offer a wide range of services," She muttered, and I knew she was talking about something else.
"Who is in charge here? I would like to see the manager."
Before I had completed my sentence she had begun to dial a number on her phone. A few moments later she looked up at me, her face flushed as though she was out of breath. "He'll be here shortly."
I tapped my fingers against the counter impatiently. I hated waiting, it was infuriating.
Almost like he could hear my thoughts, a middle-aged man emerged from a back door. His eyes widened in surprise when he faced me. "Uh, I, welcome sir," He greeted.
"You're the manager?"
He nodded.
"Good. I want everyone, including the employees, out temporarily. For two hours."
"W-what?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Will that be a problem?"
I watched him scratch the back of his neck and try to form words. "Well...it's just that..."
Sighing, I reached into my pocket. Finding what I was looking for, I scribbled a few things and pushed it to him from across the counter. "Here's a blank check. One hour." Once I saw his greedy eyes widen as he grabbed the check with both hands, I walked away. I watched in satisfaction as an announcement was made and people including the employees began to file out of the lounge. Good. I couldn't have such people around me. Only God knows what sort of diseases they likely had. I had been to a middle-class neighborhood once and it turns out they lived in terrible conditions.
I felt a lot more comfortable now I didn't have to share my space. As I whipped out my phone to dial Simone, she materialized. I looked over the tiny white dress she had on in appreciation.
"What happened?" She asked, looking around in surprise.
"I needed the peace," I shrugged. She looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. Good. I didn't have time to discuss. I dragged her down to the room I had reserved, pushing her down to the bed as I shut the door.
She let out a small laugh, then slowly began to peel the dress off her body. My cock hardened as her full breasts came into view. Reaching out to pull off the dress quicker, my fingers lightly brushed her nipples, watching as she let out a loud moan. I teased her breasts, biting, squeezing, and smacking until her nipples were nice and taut. And when I had tortured her for just long enough, I teased her with my tongue, filling my mouth with her breasts and began to suck on her nipples.
I sucked harder as her hands began to work on the fly of my pants, letting out a groan when my cock sprung free. When I couldn't take it anymore, I flipped her over, facing her round ass in my direction. I let my fingers tease her already dripping center, going faster when she squirmed in pleasure. When she was wet enough, I pushed my throbbing cock deep into her, gripping her hips as I began to take fast, hard thrusts.
She pushed herself harder against me, letting out small moans in pleasure. When I was done, I let her slump to the bed. She sat in her nakedness, looking up at me and awaiting my next order.
"Are you good?" I heard her ask as I began to pull my clothes back on.
I cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "What did I say about conversations?"
She bowed her head. "I know, I know. But we've been seeing each other for..."
She trailed off when I glared at her.
"Right. We've been fucking each other for years now. Don't you think it's weird that we've never even had a proper conversation?"
I chuckled. "Don't do that."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "What?"
"It's obvious that the only reason you're trying to make conversation is that you were boring. But don't act like we're friends. In case you have forgotten, I pay you for your services."
I saw her flush. "Why do you make me sound like a whore?"
"That's what you are. Now get dressed." She obeyed without argument.
Simone was submissive. She went along with my every command without question. Just like everyone else. But the only person that occupied my mind was the one woman who didn't. The moment at the elevator crossed my mind. I still didn't understand why I had felt a rush of desire when I had stood so close to her. I was convinced that it was those piercing blue eyes.
But it seemed like my closeness had had no effect on her. I couldn't help but feel infuriated about it. But for some reason I was curious as well. It was impossible that any woman could be immune to me. Many others had claimed to be at first, but their resolve weakened once I had them in my grasp. I knew Melanie couldn't be any different. Which was why I was going to tame her. I would break all her restrictions, bring her down so low that she would beg me to rip off her clothes and fuck the life out of her. Then I would see how bold she was afterwards.
As I waved Simone off and relaxed into a chair, I started to consider the possibility that these two months wouldn't be so bad.