Paid For(6)

By: Alexa Riley

I exited my car and walked around her building, looking for a way in. It was a shitty neighborhood, and immediately I felt protective of her. I told her she would live on the floor of my building or inside my home. But after seeing this dump and knowing what she did to me, the only place for her is in my bed.

I rub my eyes, thinking about how I stalked her home and then sat outside until I saw her light go out. After that, I called one of my security guys to keep watch over her and found out everything I could about the place she was staying. Then I went home to get some relief. My cock was becoming unbearably painful, and I couldn’t jerk off in my car. There were too many people around, and I needed to be alone.

There’s no telling how many times I’ve jerked off since I’ve gotten home, but after I pull myself from my bed and step into the shower, I reach for the body wash and begin again. I’ve never been one to be hung up on a woman. Never really given much thought to being with someone in the future. My plans were to work and make money. But Kennedy walked into my office, and one look has me obsessing over her.

I’ve got my eyes closed and I’m picturing Kennedy laid back in the chair, eyes closed with flushed cheeks. Her wet cunt displayed to me, and I cum all over my hand.

“Fuck,” I grit out and press my other hand to the tiled wall, trying to keep from falling over. My legs are weak from all the orgasms, but my dick has yet to get the memo.

After I clean myself up, I go ahead and get dressed for work. Might as well do something constructive with my time since I can’t sleep. But deep down I feel a voice inside me say that the sooner I get to work, the sooner I can see her.

When I make it to the office, I’m the first one there. It’s five in the morning, and I sit at my desk with a cup of coffee and watch the sun come up. I try to find things to keep me occupied, but my eyes keep wandering to the clock, hoping it speeds up.

Eight o’clock hits and I start pacing. Helen comes in and says good morning, then goes over the day’s schedule. I cut her off mid-sentence because I can’t stand the anticipation any longer.

“Where is Kennedy?” I bark a little harsher than I intend to.

Helen looks up from her notes unperturbed, almost with the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. “She’ll be here in thirty minutes. I told her when to come in and I would go over things with her.”

“I’ll do it,” I snap again, trying my best to control my temper. What is wrong with me today?

How has she so thoroughly taken up my head space? I can’t seem to have a clear thought other than getting her here in my office as soon as possible.

“Yes, sir,” Helen says and then exits my office and heads to see Finn.

Normally in the mornings she’ll give me a brief breakdown of what I have going on, but then I’m left to manage the rest of my day on my own. Luckily, I cleared most of my day by coming in three hours early, so I should have plenty of time to spend getting to know Kennedy, finding out exactly how she came to apply for a job like this one. And then maybe I’ll test out some of her skills that weren’t listed on her résumé.

I’m back to pacing and counting down the seconds until finally I hear a small knock on my door. I turn to see Kennedy standing in the doorway of my office.

“Good morning, Mr. Foster.”

I swallow hard and look her up and down. She’s in the same tight skirt as yesterday, with another cream-colored top that’s a size too small. She must have put on weight since she bought the clothes, because she’s nearly spilling out of everything. Her curves are exaggerated by her tight waist, and I can’t help but think she’d look even better with about twenty more pounds added on to her. I’d love to see her a little bit fuller in something that hugs her body just right. Even though she is falling out of the too-tight outfit, she’s still a little small. I could tell she would fill out perfectly. She’d have a body made to be taken by a man of my size.

“Have you eaten?” I ask her, my voice low and husky.

“No, sir. I’m, um, on a diet.” She blushes, and I stomp over to my desk to grab my phone.

“Shut the door,” I say without looking at her. If I turn around, I won’t be able to control myself. I hear the click of the door, and then a voice on the phone answers. “Send up breakfast. Everything on the menu.”

When I slam the phone down, I turn around to see Kennedy’s still over by the door and looking frightened. That won’t work. I take a breath and try to calm myself. I want her to like me. No, I need her to like me.

Her dark hair is pulled back in a low ponytail, and her dark eyes are looking anywhere but at me. I clench my fists, trying to keep from reaching for her and explaining myself.

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