Aron then sat on his chair and glanced up sensing Daniel's unease. "What did you find out about the U.S. military?"
"Master, they've postponed their secret attack. They'll wait until they receive the Smart Gun," Daniel replied.
Aron nodded in acknowledgment, then returned to his studies, his focus sharp. Yet, Daniel hesitated, clearly wanting to say more. Noticing his butler's discomfort, Aron raised an eyebrow.
"Is there something else?" Aron asked.
"Young master," Daniel began, "Master Max called. He wants to see you."
The words hit Aron like a jolt. It had been over a year since Max, his adopted father, had made any effort to contact him. The memories of their distant relationship and the cold silence that followed Aron's near-fatal accident resurfaced. Why now, after all this time?
Daniel, noticing Aron's surprise, added, "He didn't give any details, but he seemed insistent."
Aron's thoughts swirled for a moment before he nodded. "I'll meet him tomorrow."
As Daniel quietly left the room, Aron leaned back, staring out at the darkening clouds.
Aron then spent the night immersed in his books, his mind constantly shifting between advanced engineering concepts and the looming meeting with his adopted father, Max Hammer. As dawn broke and sunlight filtered through his mansion, the tension of the coming day built within him.
At 10 am morning, in Aron's Mansion —
Aron stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his black gentleman's suit, his expression calm but focused. "Daniel," he called, "I need constant updates on the production of the Smart Weapon technology."
Daniel nodded and swiftly left to carry out the task, his usual efficiency in motion.
Alone, Aron turned his attention to Rosie. "Rosie, get to work," he ordered with a commanding tone.
Rosie, obedient and submissive, followed his command without question.
Rosie bent down, opening Aron's suit zip with a delicate touch. Her slender fingers wrapped around his growing dragon, stroking it gently. She began licking its length, her tongue exploring every corner. The sensation of her soft lips sent shivers down Aron's spine. His dragon hardened further under Rosie's skillful touch, the pleasure coursing through him.
As Rosie continued to lavish attention on Aron's shaft, her hands kneaded his balls expertly, heightening the arousal. His dragon throbbed, yearning for release. Aron's moans of pleasure grew louder as he watched Rosie's head bob up and down on his dragon.
The tension built until Aron couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Rosie by the hair, thrusting into her mouth deeply. The warmth enveloped him, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. With a final grunt, Aron released his load down Rosie's throat, his hips shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.
Satisfied, Aron patted Rosie's cheek. "That was good," he said with a smile before leaving for his meeting with Max.
Rosie cleaned herself up and stood back in her place, waiting to serve her master once again.
Aron watched as Rosie nodded and left to change, his mind already focused on the upcoming meeting with his father, Maxwell Hammer. The day felt charged with anticipation, a mix of tension and curiosity about what Max wanted after a year of silence.
He walked outside and slid into the driver's seat of his sleek car, the engine purring softly as it idled. Ten minutes later, Rosie emerged from the mansion, dressed in a nurse's outfit, just as Aron had instructed. Without a word, she joined him in the car.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Aron shifted gears, and they set off toward Maxwell Hammer's estate, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.
Aron's sleek car glided smoothly through the streets of Burbank as they made their way toward Malibu. The California sun reflected off the windshield as the coastal scenery began to emerge. Rosie's silence mirrored the intensity Aron felt inside, his mind already playing through the potential outcomes of the meeting with Maxwell Hammer.
After the drive along winding roads, they finally arrived at his father's expansive mansion in Malibu, perched above the cliffs with a breathtaking view of the ocean. The gates opened as they approached, and Aron pulled into the long driveway.
As Aron and Rosie passed through the grand gates, the sprawling mansion came into full view. The immaculate white structure gleamed under the sun, a striking contrast against the lush green garden lining the path. Beds of vibrant flowers bloomed alongside the walkway, their colors adding life to the meticulously groomed landscape.
Before the entrance, a cascading waterfall fed into a small, crystal-clear pond, creating a serene ambiance. The house itself was a marvel of modern architecture—especially impressive for the year 1942. Its sleek, minimalist design, sharp lines, and large glass windows reflected the refined taste of the wealthy elite. Despite the era, the mansion looked like something out of the future, with an air of timeless elegance.
Aron took in the sight for a moment, his expression unreadable. Though the beauty and opulence were impressive, he knew that behind the white walls awaited more than just a father-son reunion. Without a word, he strode forward his car on the path .
As the car came to a stop, Aron took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. It had been over a year since he'd been here, but the house loomed before him like a memory frozen in time.
"Let's go," Aron said coolly, stepping out of the car. Rosie followed, her nurse's outfit contrasting sharply with the opulence of their surroundings as they walked toward the grand entrance.
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Journey -A path Unforseen.
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