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He walked towards the back of the apartment, disappearing into a room and closing the door. I stood there in stunned silence for a couple of minutes before putting my clothes on and walking over to the desk to retrieve the file folders.

I told myself I’d be back to business as usual, just like him, but it was hard not to let my thoughts run wild. I didn’t know how he was so easily able to switch from sex to business so easily.

I smiled, happy at my luck to have found such a great opportunity.

But more than anything, I was dying for him to touch me. More than touch me – I wanted that big dick of his in my pussy, filling it up and taking my virginity. I hoped and wished that he would do that soon, because I was already so impatient and wanting more after our one little hot session we’d just shared together.Chapter 6 – Candace“Wake up, sleepyhead,” came a voice hovering over my bed.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw that Brody was standing over my bed. I almost screamed because he had surprised me, but I kept my cool, sitting up on my elbows.

“What time is it?” I asked, fumbling to grab my phone from the end table next to the bed.

I read the display. It said six a.m. I couldn’t believe that he was waking me up so early, but I was glad to see him again, as well as curious to find out what he wanted.

“I have good news,” he said, waving around a piece of paper. “Both of us are negative for the Coronavirus. I came in here because I wanted to celebrate.”

He pulled out two pair of handcuffs and raised his eyebrows at me sneakily.

“Whoa,” I said, snapping awake. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Just watch,” he said, grabbing my wrist and putting a cuff on it. “And remember, you willingly agreed to let me do whatever I want with you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I told him.

He cuffed my hand to the headboard. Then he reached over, grabbed my other hand, and did the same thing to that one. He leaned down, bringing his face inches away from mine. He was so close that I could smell his minty breath.

“Did you have fun touching yourself yesterday?” he asked, his voice deep and low.

He had a playful sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, dripping wet for him already.

I crossed my legs instinctively as I felt my pussy starting to drip out its juices, just from thinking about me playing with it for him.

He crossed the room and stood in front of the bed with his arms folded, looking down at me playfully.

“Tell me what you think of me,” he said authoritatively.

I thought about what to say for a minute.

“Well…” I began.

I paused when he walked to the side of the bed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was already hard, with veins snaking around the shaft.

My eyes bulged out of my head as he came closer to me. He reached down into my pants, pushing his finger into my wet pussy. I moaned hungrily, feeling my hole stretch open wider as he pushed his finger deeper into me.

“Tell me what you think of me,” he repeated.

“Well…” I said, gasping for breath while he fingered me. “For one thing I think that you’re… incredibly sexy.”

“That’s good,” he said. “Because I find your curves incredibly sexy. And I love how you let me play with your pussy and how it drips out all its juices for me. It was so hot to watch you cum all over the desk for me. While you played with yourself and thought of me.”

He took his finger out of me and licked it. Then he put his hands back down my pants and started rubbing my clit while stroking his dick up and down with his other hand. I watched as he stroked his long, fat cock, causing droplets of liquid to seep out of the head.

That made me even more excited.

“Oh, my God,” I yelled. “I’m cumming, Sir. You’re making me cum so much.”

I felt the orgasm course through my body, making my entire body shake. I came all over his hand, covering it in clear liquid. He stared at his hand, pulling his fingers apart and letting the stickiness ooze down it.

My pussy throbbed, aching for him to enter me.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Sir, take my virginity. Please.”

I wanted him so desperately. I hoped that he would put me out of my misery and just fuck my brains out.

But he surprised me. He stood up, moving away from me. He put his dick back into his pants and zipped them up.

I was confused. What was he doing?

“I’m going to make you wait for it,” he said, his voice taking on a whimsical quality.