The Arrogant Billionaire's Redemption

"Aron's point of view,"

"Come on, Mr. Fringe, I'm waiting for you to find your way inside me."

"Are you sure?

Why do you need it so quickly?" I asked the woman, who was lying naked in front of me.

"Yes, Mr. Fringe, I've lost all self-control; my body is already craving for your enchanted touch, and my lips and mouth are eagerly anticipating the feel of your tongue."To calm herself, she clutched the bedsheet hard in her fists.

"Why are you in such a rush, baby? I didn't even touch that sensitive part of your body."

I merely used the handcuffs to tie her hand and the spreader bar to split her bare, creamy white thighs.

She wanted to kiss me as soon as she walked into my room, but I forbade it. I feel very anxious about her lustful gaze as it wanders over my shirtless physique.

Such a desperate woman is not what I desire. I'm not looking for a lady who is willing to do everything I want with her, but one who will make me desperate to touch her.

A tiny part of me feels offended by the sight of the stunning naked body in front of me. How am I to refrain from penetrating the depths of her wet, white pussy when my junior fringe is in full bloom?

She was so alluring that I lost all self-control. Her pink nips and ample cup size are so enticing that I can't help but put them in my mouth. The more she moans in delight, the tighter my junior gets.

"Mr. Fringe, you have a very attractive physique. Let go of my hand; I need to feel your beautiful abs." I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is swooning over me like a teenager.

"No, you aren't allowed to touch me; only I have the authority to touch you at my discretion." She bit down hard on her soft pink lips to stifle the impulse. I can see how much she wants me right now from the way she fixed her passionate gaze on me.

I used a love mask to block her drooling glance at my body. I started by kissing her neck and jawline, then slowly stroked her pussy with one hand while squeezing her breast with the other.

Her moaning echoed throughout the space. I sucked her nipple while moving from her neck to her breast. She tightened her fingers and curled her toes in a sign of desperation for me.

I was about to approach her, but my mind was still unsatisfied with this woman. I wanted her to act like the girl I read about in an 18+ magazine, but she wasn't acting that way even though I did everything that was mentioned in the article.

Junior Aron Fringe is about to go inside the lovely woman in front of me, but something is stopping him.

The all-powerful and glorious junior Aron fringe suddenly lost vigor and reverted to its previous form.

I blame my high standards and my need to find the female I've been looking for in nearly every sexual partner.

To my disappointment, though, I no longer experience the same level of satisfaction and pleasure from a female partner that I used to feel whenever I masturbated while daydreaming about the unnamed woman featured in those 18+ articles.

"I truly want to feel you, Mr. Fringe, so please don't tease me like this." I noticed from the look on her face that she was still awaiting my entrance into her.

Thankfully, I had already covered her eye with a mask; otherwise, she would have seen the state of my junior and would undoubtedly make fun of my failure in front of other women.

I've never failed to fulfill a woman before, but tonight is the first time I'm unable to do it.

All the blame for this belongs to the enigmatic author who creates sexy and enjoyable magazine articles.

"Mr. Fringe, please enter inside me; I am still waiting." Her persistent pleading caused my mental bubble to pop.

"Oh, honey, whatever your name is, I'm not interested in you anymore; you can leave." I dress before I unlock her spreader bar and handcuffs.

She took off her love mask and stared at me in utter bewilderment.

"Mr. Fringe, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

How can I now describe to her how I am feeling right now? What if I tell her what I need? Will she be able to satisfy my needs?

No, she can't possibly comprehend what I want. In the past, I have already tried to explain my desires to many other women, but they all failed to fulfill my desires and also did not even give me a glimpse of what I wanted from them.

"No, miss; there is nothing wrong with you; I just don't want you to touch you anymore, so you can get out." I lit up a cigarette to relax after my current stressful situation.

"But what about my job? Is it still safe?" I could tell by the tone of her call that she was terrified of losing her dream job at my company.

"Don't worry; your position is secure, and shortly, you'll receive an appointment letter in the mail from the HR team. But be sure to never discuss this with anyone about whatever happens here." I swiveled in my chair and blew smoke from my cigarette at her.

"Okay, Mr. Fringe, I promise to keep this a secret from everyone. However, if you need me in the future, contact me whenever; I'll be there for you." The lusty look in her eyes returned to my lips, and I grasped what she wanted.

"Okay, I'll inform you. You may now leave." I've had enough of this woman being close to me.

I'm looking for a girl who will make me feel the same kind of excitement I felt when reading those 18+ articles. I took up the most recent edition of the 18+ magazine from my drawer and began reading the story, 'Naughty Nights with Dominant Girl'.

That's exactly what I want. That one piece of writing hardened my dick once more, and while reading it, I masturbated with ease and felt completely fulfilled.

I hired the best spy to try to find that mysterious girl, but a small part of me is still unfulfilled because I have learned so little about her.

In every magazine, only I got a magazine publication number. When I talked to them, they simply told me about that author's work online and did not reveal her real identity, even to those publishers. She writes under the alias "Authoress Naughty," and I find myself curious as to why she went with that name.

I looked for her on every social media site, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I have no idea when or where I will find her, but I must do so quickly since without her, my junior condition will get worse. I truly want her and want to experience the exact degree of pleasure that her articles gave me. I am confident she will be more satisfactory than I believed.

Then, suddenly, my phone began to ring, and the detective told me that he had found the real authoress and her place of residence.