Having Courtney and Bettie by my side on a daily basis influenced me heavily. Neither of them left me alone for very long and hearing them move about the house eased my troubled mind. The other night, I had awakened from a horrible nightmare where the house was empty and I couldn’t even leave to locate my family. My scream woke the others and I felt guilty at having disturbed their sleep. Of course, they soothed me back into a more peaceful state, but I couldn’t get rid of that nagging feeling that one of these days might be the day.
I don’t think my vulnerable body could handle such a thing. If I woke up alone, I might lose it completely. Their insistence that they wouldn’t leave helped, but it also made me wonder if they really meant it. After all, Norman had betrayed me once. He might do it again. My face clouded with worry, I rolled on my side and allowed Bettie to continue rubbing my back, dragging her nails under my blouse and eliciting goosebumps. It made me giggle. She knew just which buttons to press.
Within moments, I was back in my relaxed state and threw away any leftover thoughts about my family leaving me. They would never do that, not after how hard they had worked to get me back. Norman had hatched a plan to take me back and brought my sister with me, too, which meant he cared about my mental health. I knew he cared about me. I knew Courtney and Bettie did as well. They wouldn’t give me such comfort if they didn’t.
But if Norman had fooled me once, who said he wouldn’t do it again?
Chapter Four
“He did what?!” Norman cried from the living room.
I was hiding in the office, buried under a small pile of paperwork that I desperately wanted to have sorted before he had gotten home, but it seemed he had arrived early. I was tapping madly into the laptop while trying to keep my composure. The yelling started as soon as Courtney spilled the beans and I was ready to hear things breaking as a result of his quick temper.
But nothing came.
A rage didn’t ensue like I thought it would. I had seen him angry enough to break things, but never to bring harm to another person, especially not his beloved little ladies. I sighed with relief when he calmly explained to Courtney how he was going to handle the situation. Listening intently, I stopped typing.
“I’m going to have to take a trip out there and speak to Claus myself,” Norman said. “And I’ll make sure this time that he holds up his end of the contract. I mean business.”
It aroused me to hear him talk so passionately. I looked down to see that I had soaked myself through my panties and was now embarrassingly sitting in my own nectar without anyone to clean it up. I could probably ask, but I was afraid to. I peeked through the cracked door to see if anyone was heading my way, debating whether I would have enough time to pleasure myself. It was hot listening to him speak about defending us and I wanted to savor the heat of that moment.
As he continued talking, I slipped my fingers up my own skirt and found the soaked patch on the front of my panties.
“I’ll have to book the next flight out,” he explained.
I slipped one finger beneath the fabric.
“And I’ll probably bring Ronald with me to rough him up a little,” he went on.
My fingers were cold against my warm silk, causing me to shiver against the leather chair.
“He’ll definitely pay with more than money this time. I’ll be sure of it,” Norman said.
I leaned my head back as I pushed between my petals, eyes fluttering as fluid met my cold finger. Another finger followed and slid in tandem with the other while I kept my eyes slit open just enough to see the door. I spread my legs wider.
“You’ll have to care for the girls. I’ll only be gone a few days at most,” he continued.
My mouth hung open and I gasped. I stroked deeper and used my thumb to stimulate my bud, smiling as I rubbed my
self into a state of bliss. I became absorbed in my own pleasure, to the point where I didn’t realize that Courtney and Norman had stopped talking. My eyes were half mast. I stroked faster. The door shut and a hand slithered down my neck to cup my breast.
“What is my naughty little girl doing?” Norman asked.
I looked up at him innocently with a playful grin.
“Oh, nothing…” I whispered.
“You should keep going,” he said while running his fingers down my arm.
He guided my fingers back inside and held my hand in place, watching with excitement as I continued to stroke my beautiful flower. A moan escaped his lips and I watched his eyes dart down my body to the point of pleasure, keeping his hand firmly against mine. I dug deeper and stroked harder, my skin twitching in response to the stimulation.
Having Norman watch me pleasure myself was intense. I don’t think he’s ever caught me doing such a thing. I recall long ago how I would retreat to the bathroom after meetings just to rub myself raw. Seeing him in a position of power made my heart flutter and caused my skin to tingle. It was arousing. Now he’s seeing what it does to me and I simply couldn’t stop. I was overcome with joy that he didn’t punish me and that he wanted to see me finish, my little hand causing my pelvis to buck wildly from the leather chair.
As I approached climax, I squeezed Norman’s hand and he encouraged me to cum.
“That’s it, girl. Come for me. Let your master see how much he pleases you,” he instructed.
Those words alone beckoned my climax, my body shaking in response. He held my shoulders in place as I came, covering my mouth to stifle the moans that echoed in celebration of my achievement. When I was done, he stroked the hair out of my face and kissed my forehead.