Ice cream wrapper

"Aron's point of view,"

Oh, this woman.

I'm not sure what spell she cast on me that I can't break free from her thoughts.

I have no idea how much time I spent conversing with her.

Our phone conversation entertained me so much that I completely forgot I was in my office and had work to do. I checked the duration of the call by looking at my phone.

Oh my god, I spoke with her for three hours. How could this even be possible? I haven't talked to anyone over the phone for a long time. For a whole three hours, I skipped out on any kind of business meeting.

A grin appeared on my face as I recalled our talk. Every time I broached the topic of sex with her, she always responded with a shocked expression. Since I've already fucked her many times, there is nothing new between us, so I don't understand why she still acts so shy around me.

No matter how long we talk, I never get tired of hearing her hilarious stories. Sara is different from other women in that she piques my interest beyond sex. She has a good sense of humor. Each time I read one of her written chapters, I found myself drawn to her more. How she developed such realistic characters for her book is beyond me.

While we were on the phone, I was reading her email. I read her story and laughed uncontrollably. She's never written a sex-related chapter this hilarious before.

Amid her blow job on the male character, she had her protagonist throw up on him. She was expressing her annoyance with me last night, as I understood from her chapter.

I enjoyed seeing her annoyed reactions, so I purposefully sent her a bear dress. But I truly want to see her figure in that dress—the red-laced lingerie.

Even when she covers her body with a sheet, I find myself captivated by her, but I'm curious to see my junior's reaction when Junior sees her dressed so sexily.

When she was on the phone with me, she waved her undergarments in the air. I watched her blush on CCTV. Her blush is what I admire most about her. I've never seen a woman blush so much at the sound of my seductive remarks.

I came up with a plan for tonight out of a sudden desire to spend some quality time with her. I was eager to go back home so I could see her in the red panty.

Even after ending the call, her thoughts are still running through my head. I kept my eyes on the CCTV, observing everything she did. It made me feel better that she was looking for my number on her laptop.

However, I'm still not sure who she was speaking with on the phone for such a long time. When I go home, I will check her phone.

I didn't want to work today, but as the CEO of a worldwide corporation, I couldn't take a day off. My heart raced as I hurried to the house, eager to see her in her red underwear. We are lucky to have the evening to ourselves, as Rosy needs to go to her grandmother's house.

I went inside the home after unlocking the main door in hopes of seeing her in her seductive bra and panty. However, I was disappointed to see that she was donning the bear dress.

Why does this woman always act in direct opposition to my instructions?

I let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Mr. Finge, why did you come back so early today?"

She was lounging on the couch like a lazy panda, devouring her favorite ice cream.

How she is licking the ice cream brings to mind the blowout she performed the night before. Since she is already doing this with her ice cream, what's the deal with her licking my dick?

"Miss Grace, are you ready?" I cast a sensual glance over her entire body.

I'm not sure how she pulled off looking so alluring in this absurd outfit.

"For what?"

She arched an eyebrow at me, presumably not understanding what I was saying.

"Do you not remember that I asked you to prepare for tonight?"

Why does she act as though she doesn't think I matter? I got angry at seeing her uninterested.

"Okay, so what's new today?

You will sleep like an anaconda over my body after, as usual, raping me and releasing your sperm on the bedsheet."

This woman is getting on my nerves.

"You can't refuse me any sexual activity, Miss Grace." I clenched my fist in anger.

"Don't you need to take a shower, Mr. Finge?"

Yes, she's right; I didn't realize I needed to freshen up.

"Wait for me for only 15 minutes." I hurried to the bathroom.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and entered the hallway after taking a cold shower. I thought she had changed while I was in the restroom, but she was still licking her ice cream cone while reclining on the couch.

She had run out of ice cream, so I'm not sure why she was doing that.

"Sara, would you also like to eat the ice cream wrapper?"

She seemed uninterested in me, which aggravated me.

"It feels better than your tasteless dick, so I'm sure I can eat this wrapper." She turned to mock me.

She calls my dick tasteless; how dare she? She was the first woman to ever offend me. This time, I wanted to be nice to her, but I don't think she deserves to see that side of me.

"What are you doing?" She attempted to get out of my grasp, but I held her firmly and headed in the direction of my playroom.

"Drink this." I asked her to sip the whisky after throwing her onto the leather bed.

"What is this?" She looked at me with confusion-filled eyes.

"It's medication to make my dick more appetizing to you." I placed the glass of whisky in her mouth.

"It tastes very bitter, eww." She turned her face the moment she tasted the whisky.

"If my dick tastes bland to you, Sara, then it must be good for you.

Now, sip it all at once in silence." I made her drink the whisky by pushing her head into the glass.

She attempted to object, but she was unable to refuse me due to the terms of the contract, so I coerced her into drinking half a bottle of whiskey, revealing her wild side.

My junior is really into feeling her lips, so I devised a plan to get a blowjob from her. However, she ended up acting in a completely different way than I had anticipated.