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.

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Alone in my bedroom, I jerked as I imagined her nude curves. I couldn't recall the last time I masturbated like that; I could select any attractive lady and fuck her brains out. Since seeing Arcadia... My cock is monogamous and I can't fuck anybody else. 


"Who?" I speak into the phone with a King William  voice. I feel like Batman juggling two personas, one that brings Arcadia with my cock and another with words.


"Henry. I've been... waiting for your call," she purrs, warming my cock. Tenting my trousers against the sofa is difficult.


"What? Kitten, I'm not convinced. "You've been fucking other men while taking my calls," I add, resting my feet on the coffee table and rubbing my groin. I have to question her about...me. The other line is silent for a few seconds.


"Yes, sir..." "I thought about you all night," she says, revealing Arcadia's real demeanor. She's no longer performing a role. King William  removed Arcadia's Ifan persona.


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