Chapter 11: Chapter: 11

NICKLAUS

My eyes took in the naked woman on my massive bed, her shoulder-length blond hair draped on my pillow, her skin flush, her breasts heaving with every breath.

Her brown nipples tight and jutting, she had planted her feet firmly on the bed, her knees bent, and her cunt bared for me.

She was a pretty thing, tall and curvy, from where I stood above her at the foot of the bed, I could see that she was wet, for me. Any other time this image would have pleased me, but not today.

I started peeling off my clothes, from the black necktie I'd worn hours ago to my Rolex, button-down shirt, and charcoal-gray pants, exposing abs and muscles I'd worked hard for.

My eyes were firmly on hers. Veronica whimpered and licked her lips. Her hungry eyes follow my every movement.

I stood before her almost as naked as she was, save for a black boxer that I still wore. I turned and lazily walked to the bar on the left side of the massive bedroom and poured myself two fingers of scotch.

I took a fortifying drink, swallowed, turned and leaned on the bar counter, then finally asked the dumb woman the question I'd wanted to ask since I first walked inside my room and found my privacy had been invaded.

“How did you manage to get in?”

“Crow let me in, I lied to him and told him you said I would wait inside for you.” Still lying on the bed, she answered with a voice filled with lust.

“Veronica, why are you here?”

She sensually crawled on the bed, her pert ass in the air, before she stood up and walked to me, her generous breasts jiggling and bouncing with every step.

Her hands were around my neck in an instant, she began rubbing her naked body against mine like a cat in heat, her ruby lips pressing onto mine.

I didn't try to stop her, just like I didn't respond or kiss her back. Dejected, she pulled back.

“I missed you, Master. You haven't called me for months. I waited for you, and when you didn't call, I thought you might need me. That you would like it if I surprise you.”

I leisurely walked away from where she was fidgeting in all her naked glory—to the high back chair at the corner, close to the sliding door that would take me to the balcony and swimming pool, and sat down.

My hand holds my glass of Scotch. My eyes: not revealing anything that could help her gauge my mood.

Honestly, I didn't even know what I was feeling; all I knew was that she'd broken one of my rules.

I knew Veronica was not a natural submissive, and I'd never needed nor implied that I wanted a woman to call me master or sir.

Those words did nothing for me. And I definitely don't want Veronica changing herself for me.

Women like Veronica are creatures I knew all too well; they all want the same thing.

They want me, and the luxurious life my wealth would give them. I have always been upfront about what I wanted from them.

In exchange for sex, I take care of them, pamper them for the duration I want them, and when I tire of them, I let them go with an expensive gift of their choice.

Veronica was one of three secret lovers I'd fucked in the last three years. We've been together for six months now. I'd been with her only four times when my needs became too great to ignore.

I had never brought any of my previous lovers to this penthouse. I hated people coming to my private place, and she'd just go against one of my most important rules. Veronica is proving to be even more clingy than the others.

“Get dressed, Veronica.”

Her face fell; I could see my rejection had hurt, and she'd let it show on her beautiful face. She didn't do as I ordered, instead pushed out her chest, and she sashayed towards me, her breasts swaying. She knelt between my spread thighs.

“You look stressed, Master. Let me relieve you.”

Before I could stop her, not that I intended to, I wanted to see what she was going to do. Her hand reached boldly inside my boxers and fisted my cock.

I knew the instant she became smug, when she found out I was slightly erect, I was only human after all, and she was a beautiful woman.

I didn't try to stop her, I let her slide down my black boxer, baring my cock to her hungry gaze. She ran her fingers over my length from base to tip, squeezing the way I like it, the way I'd taught her, before she took me inside her mouth, licking, sucking, and bobbing her head.

I bunched her blond hair in my hands while I took another drink of my scotch. Veronica's mouth on my cock felt nice, her mouth was warm and hot, she was experienced, and knew what I wanted.

I was sure she was trying to see if she could make me lose control, if she could remind me of how it was between us.

The joke is on her; all my other lovers had reacted in the same way when they sensed I was about to end it.

It was a tactic I was well aware of, and it had never worked on me.

No woman could make me mindless with lust, no woman on earth could ever make me lose control.

I felt the moment my seeds rose, and I ejaculated with a sigh into her mouth, spurts of thick white come filling her mouth as she choked and gagged, I held her there until she swallowed every drop. And lick me clean.

I patted her hair, swallowed the rest of my scotch, tucked my cock back inside my boxers, and helped Veronica stand up with me.

“Did I please you, Master?” The blow job had been okay, a good stress reliever.

“You did, now get dressed.” She looked confused, but this time she did as she was told and got dressed, though I could see that she didn't want to.

I walked to where I'd drop my phone, fiddling with it, and a moment later, Veronica's phone pinged.

“Now get out of here. Logan would see you out, have a nice life, Veronica.” I said in a calm voice before heading into my en suite bathroom.

I could hear her sputter before I closed the door behind me. I've already texted Logan that he would discreetly send her out of the building.

I'd transferred a generous amount of money into her bank account to calm her. And if it didn't, that's just too bad.