Chapter 4: Rules for pleasure

CLINT

“Slowly, slowly,” I whispered, holding Sophie’s hand tightly as I gently brushed her skin.

As we walked to my apartment suite, it felt surreal. The same lady I had fantasized about all afternoon was now in my arms. Now and then, I stare at her. I was almost scared she was not real.

I first saw her at the dance parade the night before while I was having a business meeting with a colleague. The second my eyes caught her, something shifted inside me.

The wheels in my head started turning; I felt an overpowering urge to finally dominate a woman.

Not just any woman—a young lady.

I told myself I had to have her before this damn festival ended. No matter where I had to go or what I had to do, it didn’t matter. As long as I could get that ginger-curled beauty under me.

She always wore a mesh top and a tiny denim skirt that barely covered her. Every curve of her body teased me. She was so Seductive and Impossible to ignore.

And now… She is finally in my arms

With that golden dark skin and big doll black eyes that sparkled under the sun, the alluring lady was, without a doubt, the only woman—aside from my wife—who had ever had me this enraptured. It felt like lust at first sight. I did not know what to make of it, but I had vowed to get a taste of her. Whatever happened afterward, I had to deal with it then.

I was not the type to chase younger women, but the moment I saw that fresh, dark-skinned chubby lady shaped like a goddess—I developed a strange obsession. Every time I looked at her, something deep inside me stirred, something I had not felt in a long time.

By the time my business meeting was over, and I was finally ready to go up and talk to her, she had disappeared. Just vanished into thin air. I asked some festival curators about her and described the ginger-colored beauty to them, but nobody seemed to know who she was.

With sagging shoulders and an irritated mind, I walked back to my apartment suite. I took a cold shower, but it did not help. I ended up wanting thoughts of her—those plump, dark pink-lined lips wrapped around me, sucking hard and fast. The orgasm hit me like a truck. It was the kind of release I had not had in years. It confused me. A lady half my age, and I was acting like a lovesick fool.

I have not slept properly since I encountered her. Every night, she came to me in dreams—horny, dirty dreams that left me stoned and restless.

But today.. Today, luck finally found me. I had stepped out for some fresh air when I saw her again. This time, dressed in the sexiest festival outfit I had ever seen. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew—I was not going to waste another second.

I was going to speak to her or else…

“Have we arrived?” Her soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Blinking uncontrollably, I slowly twirled her around so she faced me, then replied, “Oh, almost close, pretty.”

I could tell she was blushing — her whole body trembled slightly, and I smiled, still leading her down the passage.

We finally reached the entrance to my apartment. Swiping my electric card, the door slid open, and we stepped inside together.

“Oh my goodness,” she breathed, her eyes flickering as she took in the suite. I grinned proudly. She had no idea I owned this place — that I was fucking wealthy.

Honestly, I loved how naturally we had clicked since meeting. Women flocked to me because of my money, but Sophie was different. She didn’t know who I really was, and I liked that.

She was with me for one obvious reason — to have sex. Or was it? Maybe my money played a part too.

“Is this your house, or?” she asked.

“Yes, this is where I’m staying while I’m in London,” I said, not wanting to prolong the conversation.

“The time here in London?” she echoed, turning to face me, her eyebrows curling in confusion.

“I’m here on a business trip… and a mini vacation,” I said, keeping it short.

“I guess you must be famished,” I teased.

“Yes, I’m so hungry,” she replied, her eyes devouring every inch of my apartment.

“Unfortunately for you, the food isn’t ready yet. My chefs are on it. So for now… the only food you get to dine on is me—because I’m the first full-course meal.”

A small gasp escaped her lips as she slowly turned to the mirror, eyeing her reflection. Confusion danced in her wide eyes, but her desire got darker. She bit her bottom lip with her tongue, her left hand sliding over the curve of her ass, down to her thighs, all while stealing a glance at my crotch and the erection straining beneath.

The air was so hot already Her breathing deepened. I stepped closer, a few steps towards her.

“My love,” I whispered into her ear, brushing my lips against the lobe before kissing it gently.

She stood before me so thick and perfect. Trembling under my touch—as I trailed kisses down to her chest. My fingers hovered at her waist. I wanted so badly to sink my hands into those soft, irresistible ass.

We were close now, too close, and I could feel her need vibrating between us. But I wasn’t going to rush. Not yet.

I was going to make her beg for it.

Every single thing I planned to do to her tonight—she was going to plead for it.

She would serve as a toy for me. I grinned inwardly, perceiving her Chanel Chance Eau Tendre perfume making my dick aroused, the erection was so pointed. She started breathing heavily, and she gripped my waist with her hands, trying to relax her trembling body, and I smiled mischievously.

“How long has it been since you made out?” I asked softly, and she was quiet, just breathing huskily.

“When was the last time you had good sex?” I repeated again, and she muttered in response, her hands trembling very tightly, her fingers squeezing amidst each other

“And how would you like it tonight?

What do you want?” I whispered in her ears, and this time, my fingers were roaming straight to her p*ssy. Taking them so deep, making her flinch as I slide 2 fingers into her clit.

It was so fucking slippery as it should. I gave it a slow stroke, then another, and kept going. She was a quivering mess in front of me, barely able to stand still as I continued teasing her.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck… ummmm Oh, sugar,” go deeper she gasped.

Her hands froze, and instantly I felt her hands reach to her undies as she tried to slide my hands into stroking her again, desperate for more. But I pulled away.

“What name did you just call me?” I asked, in my tone low.

She paused, shame creeping into her eyes. Her hands fell away from her underwear, and mine followed. She stepped back, so quiet and her body trembling.

She felt ashamed as her body was shaking, then she looked down at my finger, it was coated with the mucus, and I could tell she wasn’t having it.

I took a step closer to her, eyes locked. “What name did you just call me, princess?”

She took a hesitant step back, eyes wide. “I’m sorry… I got carried away.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” I growled.

Before she could say another word, I had her trapped in my arms, her soft body trembling against mine.

“Say it again, princess”

“What?” she asked, brows furrowing, as she said in confusion.

“Call me baby,” I murmured, brushing my lips near her ear. “I’m your baby. At this moment, that’s exactly what I want to be. It’s only fitting—and it makes me want to fuck you harder.”

She shook her head gently. “I can’t… I don’t know what came over me.”

“Oh, you will. You’ll learn to call me that,” I whispered, my breath hot against her skin. “I promise.”

“Oh, you will learn to call me that. I promise you.” I winked grabbing her hands, I began to lead her—shaking legs and all—to one of the couches in the room.

“Sit here,” I commanded. She obeyed without a word.

I moved quickly, closing the suite’s blinds, dimming the lights, and lighting a few scented candles I kept for moments like this. Then, with slow precision, I put on soft, bass-heavy music. The entire space shifted into a heated, sensual mood.

“Sit here,” I commanded. She obeyed without a word.

I moved quickly, closing the suite’s blinds, dimming the lights, and lighting a few scented candles I kept for moments like this. Then, with slow precision, I put on soft, bass-heavy music. The entire space shifted into a heated, sensual mood.

In seconds, I was done and had taken off my clothes. I sat down on the couch opposite her, silence descending between us.

She stared at me, her eyes falling shut for a moment, then slowly reopening as they landed on my bare chest. We said nothing for a while.

“You need to listen to everything I tell you tonight,” I said finally, my voice calm but firm. “If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to let you walk out that door.

Do you understand?”

She hesitated, licking her lips nervously. “What are you going to ask of me?”

“You’ll find out,” I answered, leaning back. “But first, we start with something simple.

Call me baby.”

She stared at me, the light flickering across her uncertain face. And then—just barely—she nodded.

A wicked grin spread across my face. “That’s my girl. Now… get naked for me.”