Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“So you live here all by yourself? Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Not even a butler?”
“No. I have a cook come by regularly to prepare meals. And a cleaner comes by once a month to spruce up the place, but I’ve lived here mostly in solitude.”
She looks me up and down, now more interested in me than the mansion that surrounds her. “And now you want someone to live here with you?”
I can feel the energy between us. The way she looks at me. She was surprised by my appearance at first, probably expecting some creepy old man, but now she’s only intrigued by me. It’s an earnest look that I haven’t felt thrown my way before, ever—curiosity about me as a person.
We reach our destination. Her bedroom. I had some people come in and make sure it was nice and clean for her. I didn’t want to presume much about her, so it’s undecorated, just a bed, a closet, some dressers, and a bathroom. “I do hope this room is up to your standards, Clara.”
She walks in, those wide eyes lighting up again. “This room is bigger than the entire apartment I was living in before. I have nowhere near enough stuff to fill this place out.”
“Hopefully your pay will give you the income to fill out your space. If that’s what you so desire, anyhow.”
“I’m not really after more stuff, but I guess it’s nice to have the option.”
I walk to the door opposite her bathroom. “This is important to tell you about,” I say as I crack open the door.
She cocks an eyebrow as she looks within. There’s an empty hallway, not as elaborately decorated as the rest of the mansion.
“This is a quick passage to my bedroom. I will make use of it as I wish.”
“You have secret passages in your home? Like it’s some sort of castle?”
“This place was built in a time when such a thing was more common, yes. That it happens to work out for me now is a happy coincidence.”
I expect her to raise a complaint about my secret passage to her room. It’s something that would freak most women out, especially learning about it in the first fifteen minutes of meeting me.
Clara, though, is something different. It seems like naivety, but it also seems like determination on her part. Like she’s refusing to let herself be rattled by my weirdness.
“You never answered my question,” she says as she sets her ratty suitcase down on a nearby dresser.
“What question?”
“Why do you want someone to live here with you now? When you’ve been alone for so long?”
I smirk and cross my arms. “I’ve decided that after all the time I waited to find the right woman and failed, now it’s playtime.”
She lets out a little chuckle. “And when does playtime begin, if I may ask?”
I approach her and take her hand into mine. “I believe I said it begins now. So now we will begin.”
She’s surprised when I lead her down the secret passage and into my bedroom. She’s a bit more nervous as I bring her to my bed, and then step away from her.
“First, you’ll need to be dressed properly,” I explain as I lick my lips.
“And what is the proper dress for playtime?”
“Nothing. Strip.”
She turns a pretty shade of pink as I say that. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now. Get naked. Then get on my bed.”
I’m going to push her. I’m going to see if she really has what it takes to be my willing vessel. I need to know how far she’s truly willing to go.
She takes a deep breath before starting to push the straps of her sundress down, one after the other. As it slides down her body, I get a clearer view of the curves she was hiding with that dress. Her thighs, thick as can be, her skin looking soft and ripe as a peach. She steps out of her sandals and out of her dress. Her face is still pink, inching toward red now.
But there’s an earnest joy in her eyes. She knows she shouldn’t be doing this but she wants to. It’s entrancing to me, and I keep watching her. “Continue. I want everything gone.”
She nods, undoing her bra. It’s a plain white bra, but on her it’s the sexiest thing I can imagine, second only to the sight of her wearing nothing at all. She pulls the bra away, letting the cups fall down.
Clara realizes what this is, and she doesn’t even try to cover her tits up. They’re right there in front of me, full and voluptuous. I hold myself back, wanting to see the whole meal before nibbling on the appetizers.
She drops the bra on her heap of clothes before her hands go to her panties, as plain as the rest of her clothing. She pushes them down around her hips, stepping out of them and putting them to the side. She stands up straight, arms at her sides, as if I’m a doctor about to examine her.