“Let’s go to your room. You need a bath, little girl.”
“My room?”
“It’s a guest room, and you’re my guest. What else should I call it?”
“You’re not going to give me a bath, are you? Because that’ll cost you extra.”
I follow her into her room. “No. You can bathe yourself. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out. Don’t dress.”
She turns in front of the bed and frowns at me. “We’re not having sex?”
“Nope.”
With an annoyed sigh, she kicks off her sandals, drops her purse on the dresser, and storms into the bathroom. The door slams shut, and then the shower begins to run. I walk over to the closet where I stowed away the presents I got for her today. After setting the box on the bed, I pick up her panties she left earlier and bring them to my nose.
Fuck, her scent turns me on.
I walk over to the chair and drag it closer to the bed. Once I sit, I lean back, sprawled out and waiting. While I wait, I pay her all the money I owe her for the evening. I imagine she’s enjoying the way her bank balance grows with each day. I’ve never taken care of anyone, and it gives me pride knowing this helps her. I suppose I sort of understand the whole daddy kink. But, like the respectable girl Ash is, I make her fucking earn it.
After the longest shower ever, she finally returns in nothing but a towel. Her hair is wet and combed out. Since she washed her makeup off, she seems so young and innocent.
“You don’t need that towel,” I rumble as I toy with her panties in my hand. “I will though. Leave it on the arm of the chair here.”
She narrows her eyes but walks over to me. With a steadying sigh, she plucks the towel from her body and drops it on the arm beside me, revealing all her perfect nakedness.
“Get your phone and set it up over there to record you on the bed,” I instruct.
“It’ll cost you, Constantine,” she sasses as she walks over to the dresser, swaying her curvy ass along the way.
“If you’re a good girl and do as I say, I’ll make you very rich tonight.”
She arches a brow at me. “How rich?”
“What’s the first semester of college going to cost you?”
“Win!” she cries out. “I think I have enough now. You don’t have to do this.”
“How. Much?”
“Almost thirty-eight grand, you freaking psycho.”
“Forty. Do exactly as I say, and I will send you forty grand when I tuck you in for bed later.”
“Am I going to like it?”
“You’re a fucking freak, Ash. Of course you will.”
Her cheeks tinge pink. “Fine. You want to waste your money on kinky shit, so be it. What’ll it be? Are you going to spank me?”
I chuckle and crook a finger at her, beckoning her closer. “Come unzip me.”
“I’m going to blow you?”
“Just close your pouty lips and obey me.”
Her eyes roll as she saunters my way, looking good enough to fucking devour whole. She kneels between my legs that are sprawled out. With shaky fingers, she brushes against my erection as she unzips my slacks.
“Take my dick out, Ash.”
“Then what?” she asks, her voice breathless.
“Get on the bed.”
Her lips pout out even further. The girl craves to lick my dick, so my inclination is to deny her. I smirk as she fumbles to find my dick beneath the material of my boxers. Once she finds the hole, she works her fingers inside, seeking out my hot flesh. A groan escapes me when her fingers curl around it. Soon, she has my throbbing dick pulled out through the zipper of my slacks. It stands proud and eager, the tip glistening with precome.
“On the bed,” I murmur.
She stands, frowning at me. I wrap the material of her panties around my cock and stroke it a couple of times.
Ash walks over to the bed and climbs on, sitting on her haunches, facing me. So dutiful and eager.
“Open the box,” I instruct. “Tell me what you find.”
She purses her lips and lifts the lid. Her hazel eyes widen as she picks up a small, silver butt plug with a bright blue stone on the end that sparkles in the overhead light.
“I can’t use this,” she breathes.
“You will.”
She sets it down on the bed and then pulls out some clamps with tassels. “Are these for my nipples?”
“And your clit.”
Her head snaps up, her lips parted in shock. “Ow.”
“You have no idea.” I smirk. “What else?”
She pulls out another butt plug, this one with a racoon tail. “Oh, fuck no.”
“That one right there will pay well, Cinderelliott, especially if you wear it with a dress that barely hides it.”
She tosses it back into the box and then pulls out another toy. “What is this?”