7| KASSIE ALONE

AIDEN

For some fucked up reason, I was hard as a rock by the time I left Persy's room. The mere idea of it had me riddled with shame. How could I be so turned on by that girl? I had a deviant taste, which consisted of me getting turned on by a woman or several women's pain. It was why I did not find it strange that seeing Persy cry had stirred up my cock right away. What I found strange however, was why the hard-on refused to lessen, even after she had gotten over her pain.

I did not want to admit being interested in her, simply because I was not. I had not been interested in Kassie that way, and she looked exactly like Persy. I would find a way to kill this physical attraction, just because I wanted nothing to get in the way when we would finally want to terminate the contract.

Until then, though. For now, I had to take care of the goddamn monster in my pants.

"Aiden Bates." I spoke into the phone as soon as the call went through.

Gianna's high-pitched voice came in right away, "Oh, Aiden! I thought you would never call! You do not know how long I have yearned for you, I have missed—"

"Come over to the penthouse, and do come along with the twins you brought over the last time." I instructed, having no time to waste.

"Oh, okay! I'll just call them up right away. Wow, you must have truly enjoyed the last time—"

"How long would it take you all to arrive?" I questioned impatiently.

"In a few minutes. We happen to be close-by. Mmm, you must be really horny to—"

I ended the call midway, simply because Gianna's voice had the cup for the most annoying I ever had to listen to. And the worst part about everything was that she never shut up. If it wasn't for the fact that I tolerated her pussy, I would have cut her off a long time ago.

"To The S. Penthouse." I told Sam, to which he did a mock salute to, facing the road. Yes, The S. Penthouse was short for the The Sex Penthouse, and according to the name, it was strictly for the act of fornication. I hardly ever took anyone to my personal home, which was why even my ex had to get a different apartment. The women I fucked had the penthouse dedicated to them, just so none of these women could step their feet into my home.

My parents were allowed to visit, but even then, I made sure that they knew that I preferred being alone in my own space, and they could call me over to visit if they wanted me to stay around for a good period of time.

Pops wanted to know what would happen when I finally got married to Kassie. I told him that when I reached the bridge, I would cross it. Maybe I would accept her into my house, just because it was the proper thing to do, but we would stay in different chambers. She would probably occupy the second floor of my mansion, while I occupied the first.

Despite all the calculations going through my head, my hard-on was hardly reduced. Fuck this Persy girl.

The moment we arrived at my Penthouse, I alighted my car without waiting for Sam to pull my side open, and I barged into the building. Sam knew better than to follow behind.

In no time, I reached the inside of the Penthouse which was situated at the top of one of my buildings which was totally empty, since I did not want any random person tracking my sexual escapades to this place. The wide space only contained a couch and a King sized bed coupled with a few luxurious items here and there. The entire place was rounded with tinted glass, and the floor was made of marble. At one end, were my tools.

They consisted of whips, chains, handcuffs, gags & muzzles, blindfolds, collars & chokers, sex toys and so much more items which I used to derive pleasure with the women I had sex with.

I pulled my tie loose and tossed it aside. My suit came next, followed by my pants. The moment all my clothing was discarded, save for my boxer briefs, I picked up my phone and dialed Gianna's number again.

"Hey! I'm here already, Sam doesn't want to let us in! Here, speak to him!" Gianna whined.

I waited to hear Sam's voice before I would speak.

"Sir?"

"Let them in. They have come on my behalf." I ordered and he responded in affirmative. The call ended after that.

It did not take long before Gianna and her blonde friends waltzed into the room, all looking tipsy when it was just barely mid-afternoon. They reeked of alcohol, even. Would make the work easier for me, though, so I did not mind it.

"You called for us…" Gianna drawled in that yawny voice of hers which she probably mistook as sexy. I pulled her to me in one swift move and ripped the top of her gown in one go.

She yelped, but licked her lipstick-stained lips, clearly enjoying the manhandling. She had her fiery red hair in a ponytail, so I tugged at it until if came loose, then I tossed het onto the couch so she was lying on het back and after taking my boxer briefs off, I ordered her friends to go over and make out with her while I watched.

Took a blunt and lit it up while they fumbled with their dresses and then their slender bodies, humping and kissing each other with a passion that would normally have me rubbing my cock furiously for long minutes. I only rubbed myself for barely 4-5 minutes before getting bored and grabbing a whip.

One of the twins, Hanna, was the first to see the whip in my possession, so I whipped her ample breasts first, finally getting my first jolt of pleasure from het whimper of pain.

I went over to where my tools were and grabbed a chain and handcuffs too, then ordered, "Come over here and suck my cock like your fucking life depends in it, Gianna."

She stopped rubbing her glistening pink pussy at once and crawled towards me, just the way I liked it. The moment she had her fat lips wrapped around my cock and it did not feel the same, I accepted that Persy had done something to my libido, and she might be the only one to fix it.

I closed my eyes and fucked Gianna's mouth thoroughly while whipping her, imagining Persy all the while. The rest of the session was mainly torture and a sprinkle of hard, jungle sex for four hours straight.

The girls fell asleep right away afterward. Me? I was still hardly satiated, and I had no clue as to what could be my cock's problem. The only thing I knew was that I was not fucking that street girl until I had a very good reason for it.

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I woke up to my name being all over the news.

Apparently, someone had managed to take pictures of us in my penthouse, with the girls all battered and manhandled in ways that would suggest a different thing from what originally took place.

The first person I called was Sam. I was still on the bed in the Penthouse, but Sam had gone back to my mansion to handle a few things.

"Good morning, Sir. I don't know how it happened, but it is terrible, I won't try to sugar coat things—"

"—don't."

"Of course. It is really bad, but your father, he is trying to curb the situation."

Just then, my other phone rang out loud. I checked, it was Pops.

"I will call you back, Sam."

I hung up and answered Pops call, "Hello, I—"

"Do you know how much money I have lost just this morning? Have you seen the news?" He sounded so furious, I knew I had to tread carefully.

"Pops, I—"

"I did not call to have a chitchat with you. We will meet up for that later. I only called to give you one instruction. From now onwards, if you need any sexual favors, you will go to Kassie. I'd rather you mess her up like that than random women, but don't you dare roughen her up to the extent which you do to those other women. Am I understood?"

It took me a while, but I finally responded, "Understood, Pops. Kassie alone."

"Kassie alone. This must not repeat itself."

And with that, the call ended.