I Want Her

Orion's

I gasp hard as I hear his replies. "Fool," I muttered with a sigh, trying to think of a precise thing that could make Rowan remember who exactly I was referring to. And all of a sudden, recalling memories ran through my head as I figured out the exact way to make that possible. 

"Rowan," I gently called out his name, which he responded to respectfully.

"Yes, sir, I am listening."

"Do you remember the day when I came visiting the company, and all of a sudden, a lady ran into me?" I asked.

"Ummmmmm," Rowan rumbled for a second—like forever. I awaited his reply, and I could feel myself getting impatient. Just as I was about to speak angrily, completely losing it, Rowan's voice cut in.

"Yes, sir, I remember. I know the exact lady you are talking about. Well, sorry for the other day. Hope you ain't annoyed about her rude character anymore?" Rowan replied over the phone, making me sighed as I gasped. 

"No, that isn't the issue now. I am not annoyed with her anymore. I just want to have some little details about her," I replied.

"Okay, sir. What exactly do you want to know? I will tell you every single thing I know," Rowan said, slightly getting anxious. He wouldn't want me to get angry at him anymore because he knew if I was angry to an extent I couldn't control, his job would be at risk.

"What department does she work under?" I asked.

"She works as an accountant," Rowan replied.

I chuckled for some seconds, looking for how I was going to ask Rowan about her marital status. I wouldn't want it to look weird or awkward, but nevertheless, I don't give a fuck.

"Is she married?" I finally asked the question that was holding me back, pausing a bit as I awaited a reply from Rowan.

"Yes, sir, she's married," Rowan replied, which made me huff, then smile. I don't know why I had huffed about it, but I kinda felt discouraged, confirming that what she had said to me while ranting was actually true about her being married. All this while, I was thinking she was lying, trying to scare me.

"Any problem, sir?" Rowan asked after noticing my silence for some moments.

"Please, sir, if she had done anything bad again—maybe doing something you don't like or you not liking her nature entirely—then I won't hesitate to relieve her of her job," Rowan said.

"No, I didn't ask you to do any of that, so just stay quiet about anything we have spoken about this night. I will create a time when I will come visiting again. I want to check on some specific things," I replied.

It's absurd because the true aim and reason why I wanted to visit was because I wanted to see this woman. I wanted to have some conversations with her. My thoughts and mind can't just let go of her. If I don't, then I don't think I would ever be free from the restraint which I am soaked into at the moment.

After the conversation, I cut the call as I breathed softly into the cold breeze, which brushed against my nose. My hands crossed against my back as I continued staring into the city of Chicago through the transparent glass.

A knock sounded on the door as the door gradually rolled open.

"Sir, the bitch you ordered is here to render her service," Jasper, my private bodyguard, said, slightly bowing his head.

I shifted my gaze as I responded, "Let her in," I said, my hands shoving into the air.

"Okay, sir," Rowan replied, then gradually retreated. Within some seconds, the lady whom I had ordered for her private service came into the room, her heels stepping on the fancy tiled ground as they created a sharp stepping sound that got my attention. 

"Good day, sir," she greeted.

I turned and faced her as I responded, "It isn't day, it's midnight. So get yourself ready. What I want from you is a passionate blowjob."

"Okay, sir, I promise to give you the best blowjob ever. I will make sure I soak you till stupor," she replied, shoving her hair to the side as she smiled at me.

I cut the stare as I looked away. "Get yourself undressed and make it fast, I'm losing patience already," I said, my voice deep and cold. 

The woman who was getting herself ready to give me a blowjob was my private sex worker. Her name is Clara. I employed her just to pleasure me alone, and what she does always is suck my d*ck, relieving my stress, and I do pay her well for it.

"Ready, sir," Clara's voice sounded. I turned my gaze from staring at the beautiful city to her as I exclaimed,

"Perfect!"

Clara's bra was red-colored, and her string panties got into her huge ass, separating the fat melons. Her skin was so light and attractive. All I always needed from her was a blowjob. I haven't even once dipped my d*ck inside her wallet.

I began loosening the robe of my pajamas as I walked to the soft sofa, a wooden dangling constructed piece of furniture, its surface entirely covered with a soft cushion. I sat on it. Clara walked up to me, her hands grappling the robe of my pijamass gently as she loosened it completely.

I pushed onto the soft sofa, my legs widely relaxed as I awaited Clara's service to be rendered perfectly.

Her hands gripped onto my d*ck then she began massaging it softly, her lips pushing forward as she kissed the cap of my dick then began sucking it smoothly. 

Her mouth dipped more onto my d*ck as she began soaking it in a way that made me let out a deep gasp of relief, grappling her hair as I pushed it deeper, making my entire d*ck slid into her throat. I could feel her choking, but I cared less. I don't care if she suffocates in the process. It's her job anyway—I paid her for it.

Having a woman wasn't a problem. I could get anything I wanted as long as I got the money intact with me. I could order a thousand girls to get the job done for me. But something felt special about that lady I had sex with, that specific lady that's making my mind go numb. I could feel myself obsessed about her. It's even hard for me to believe myself f*cking her because it's something I hardly do, I only get my dick sucked and that's it. But in the case of this lady, it was different, she's one of the first lady at which I had fucked with my dick. 

While Clara sucked on my d*ck, I could feel my mind drifting back and forth about this specific lady, Clara sucking my dick wasn't even giving me any sensation anymore as my focus was diverted to my thoughts. I don't know why, but I felt like she had done something to me, which I could hardly let my mind go off of her.