Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

Fuck With Call Girl

I call her number and then wait. When I finally get her attention, the phone rings again. She answers the phone.


"Hello there, my name is Ifan. Whom exactly am I talking to?"


The first thing that catches my attention is that her voice has a new quality to it; it is silky and seductive, and I swear that my cock is already beginning to twitch. There is no doubt about the fact that she is a skilled actor. To ensure that she is unable to determine that it is I on the other end of the line, I reduce my volume and cover some of my mouth with the material of my costume.


She purrs as she acknowledges, "Oh, I've never talked to a monarch before."


"To your benefit, since I am the one ruler who really matters. Do you not acknowledge that you are mine?"


She mutters, "Mm hmm," under her breath.


"I have a requirement for you, Kitten: Please confirm that I am your owner."


Chapter １３