Suits Me

Nothing but a minor bump in the road…  That's all. No, not the road under the wheels of the black Hershma V.a, this road is as smooth as cream in coffee. The bump is on my metaphorical road, the road many call 'life'. After all these years, I'm just now realising that being rich also means being lonely. Deeply lonely.  "Looks like there's a jam ahead, Sir." My chauffeur, Godwin, nods down the road. I pull away from my daydream to look down the road, black tarmac slick with surface water reflecting all the neons and lights of the city stood still with a gridlock of cars. Up ahead, blue lights flash behind a crowd of people.  "Hmm, I wonder what happened?" I ask and take this opportunity to light a cigarette. I roll the window down slightly, letting a few specks of rain land inside the car, dappling my suit as I smoke. "I'll keep an ear out if you desire, Sir." Godwin figures I care about what is happening down the road. Which, unless it

I lead Liz inside and allow my eyes to wander. I know I shouldn't, but her beautiful bronze skin shimmers brightly like diamonds under the raindrops. I can see her breasts beneath the white cotton of her dress, nipples erect with cold."Liz, my darling. It's a pleasure to finally see you. Let's get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold, hmm?" I offer a smile and look to Gabriel who returns my look with raised eyebrows."I'll show you to your temporary room, shall I?" Gabriel looks back to Liz. She nods, partly listening to the conversation but mostly admiring the house. Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Her face should be under the definition of 'Flabbergasted' in the dictionary."Perfect. Her clothes are in bags in the temporary bedroom. Just while we sort out a better bedroom for her. Help her choose something appropriate for dinner. I'll go tell the cooks our guest has arrived." I nod to Gabriel once again and he stops me as he strides past.

I only just managed to close the door before my trousers were off. God damn, she is just…  just… fire. I grab my phone from my jacket pocket and throw my jacket to the floor. I dial a number and hold my phone to my ear as I ween myself from my clothes. It rings as I scoop the suit into the washing basket, lock my door and head to the bathroom.“Davon, my man. How did it go?” It’s Stephen.“Stephen. My god, she is something…” I mutter and turn the shower on.“Sounds like she’s got you all hot and bothered.” I can hear him chuckling with amusement.“You have no idea, Stephen. Look, I need a favour.”“Anything for you, boss.”I smile as my free hand finds my stiffening cock. “Get her a toy. Something small and special.”“Ooh, Davon…  it’d be my absolute pleasure. I’ll have it to you by morning.&rdquo

When I said I have work to do, what I really meant was ‘I’m going to go to the gym to try and burn off this energy Lisbeth has pumped into me.’ It’s still technically working, right? But as I sweat through my gym clothes pushing weights, all I can think about is her. Her in her room with her special little toy. That should be me down there between her thighs. See, the only reason I’m not, I have far too much respect for women. They are worth every ounce of respect in my cells and I simply won’t allow myself to indulge my selfish needs without keeping her in mind. I need her to be open. I need her to understand what pleasure feels like by herself first. And, God damnit, I have another hard-on. Have you ever tried working out with a stiff cock? No? Let me tell you, it’s simply unpleasant.While trying my hardest not to knock my boner on the bar of the weights, I put them down to go to the treadmill. Running… hell, even walking wh