EroticReverie

*commission*

Tatum

So much for me not getting any orgasms from him today, cause I just showered, and was spread on HIS bed now, and having my pussy licked like it was his last fucking supper. 

Everything he did made me feel dirty, made me feel bad, made me feel like the whore he kept calling me. I loved it, and it made cumming so much easier. Anytime he touched me, it was like I was seconds away from imploding. 

His tongue was currently licking my clit as two fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, his gruff groans vibrating against my pussy as he pushed his mouth to me and suck my clit. 

I wanted to tease him, to tell him that he'd already broken his own rule of not letting me cum today, and was about to do it again. 

It'd been twenty minutes if I had to guess of him edging me, licking me and fingering me to the edge of an orgasm, then stopping, teasing my cunt and starting again.  I'd come so close to cumming so many times and it was so fucking infuriating, but so fucking hot. I felt helpless, I felt like a slave to his tongue and his fingers. My body begging for more as I writhed and whimpered and moaned. 

"please!" I cry out when I get close again, and I reach down but he stops again and I cry out. 

"fuck!" I whine and he smirks, lifting his head. His mouth is wet, glistening with my arousal, he licks his lip and slides up between my legs, he's already dressed again, and I moan. 

I grab his shirt and pull him to me. 

"Take it out....fuck me again...please" I pant and he grins. 

"You're such a little slut" he teases. 

"shut up...give it to me" I groan and wrap my legs around him, but he pulls up and pushes my legs off and is off the bed in seconds. 

"I don't need your drenched cunt getting my pants all wet." he says and then walks over to where he has a tie laid over the back of a chair. 

"Come back here" I whine and slide my hand between my legs. 

He watches as he puts on his tie and I watch him, how fucking hot he looks, how he perfectly tailored clothes make him seem so powerful. He didn't just seem that way, he was. Anyone with his kind of wealth had power, and he was the kind who used that power in less favorable ways. He was using it to keep me here. Although. I currently didn't mind the situation because I liked the way I couldn't stand him, but also wanted nothing but him. 

"I have to go into the office for a bit. But feel free to look around." he says and I bite my lip. 

"how long will you be gone?" I ask, just curious. 

"You're not here to keep tabs on me Tatum." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Okay, but that's not me keeping tabs, that's just me wondering when the fuck you'll be back. " I say and push up on the bed, then off and walk over to him as he pulls on his suit jacket. 

"It's no concern of yours. I'll be back, when I'm back." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"such a prick." I say and reach out and straighten his suit jacket and he smirks, watching me as I pull on the middle and then button it for him. I smirk at the hard bulge in his pants. 

"Just stay here and I'll make myself useful" I say and reach down, my hand cupping him, then rubbing and I look up at him and bite my lip. 

"Let me put you in my mouth" I whisper and his nostrils flare and his eyes go to my mouth, I lick my lips. 

"Save it for later whore." he says, moving back and turning. 

I scoff and follow after him as he walks out of his room. 

"well what am I supposed to do while you're gone?" I ask. 

"Entertain yourself. There's plenty to do. The gym, the pool." he says. 

"Wow, two things." I say and he stops and turns at the bottom of the stairs. 

I stop on the second to last step , my hand on the railing as footsteps come from the other side of the foyer and an older man, dressed in a suit, goes to open his mouth and then shuts it. 

I see Kash look over to him, then back to me, I just stand there, unbothered by the fact I'm naked. 

Kash smirks. "Strippers." he shakes his head. "So comfortable being naked." 

I roll my eyes. "Would kinda make me a bad one if I wasn't." I say and he just smirks. 

"Alexander, this is Tatum, she'll lives here for the time being. See to it that Nancy takes note of any changes for her bedroom that need to be made." Kash says, talking to the man but looking at me. 

"Yes sir. And Hello Miss Tatum." Alexander answers and I look over. 

"Just Tatum...and Hello, nice to meet you" I say and he nods and I look back to Kash.

"Changes?" I ask. 

He nods, straightening the arms of his suit at his wrists, looking down at them. 

"Yes, I assume since you hold a pussy between your legs, you have a natural need to take over wherever you are, and try to change things, decorate and what not. The only changes you will be allowed will be to your room. Do whatever you wish. It's your space." he says. 

"Wow one whole room in a mansion. How generous." I say teasing. 

He lifts his eyes and cocks a brow and knows I'm joking but replies anyways. 

"Would you be more at home if I installed a bunch of shiny metal poles for you to spin on?" he smirks. 

I roll my eyes. "Such a dick." 

"Actually, that's not a half bad idea." he says and I laugh slightly. 

"Alexander, have a quality stripper installed in both my bedroom and Tatums. " he says.

I laugh. "You cant be serious." 

"Dead serious...have to put you to work to earn that allowance." he says. 

I roll my eyes. 

"now go put some clothes on, I dont want anyone else having eyes on my whore." he says and I look to Alexander. 

"How long have you worked for this asshole?" I ask him and Alexander's eyes widen. 

I go to smirk as I turn back to look at Kash but his hand is coming straight for my neck and I gasp as he steps up onto the first stair and holds me by my neck and I swallow hard. 

"You will respect me around others. At all times. You can play your defiant little whore games when we're alone." he says and I look at him, and nod once. 

His hand turns and slips behind my neck and pulls me in, brushing his lips against mine and I lose my breath and he smirks against my mouth. 

"be a good girl and give me a sweet kiss goodbye" he says.

I immediately do it, because, fuck him, I'm fucking addicted to him. I push my mouth to his and kiss him softly and he deepens the kiss. 

With my eyes closed , I'm left kissing the air as he pulls back, and I open my eyes as he's already turned around and started to walk to the door. 

"Clothes Tatum." he says, before Alexander follows him out the door. 

I huff, and turn and make my way upstairs. I quickly throw on my things and go back downstairs, and find Alexander already bringing in my things from my car. 

"oh, you don't have to do that, I was just going out to grab my things." I say,, and he smiles politely. 

"Yes, well, it's no trouble Miss" he says and I watch him grab two of the bags. 

"He has left his credit card if you decide to go shopping today at all." Alexander says dumping the two bags in my room onto my bed for me. 

"did he say when he'd be back?" I ask and alexander smiles. 

"no Miss, though he does tend to get back later in the evenings most nights." he says and I sigh and nod. 

After changing into different clothes, a pair of jeans and a long sleeved white t shirt that fits tightly. I throw on some sneakers and ask Alexander for the card. I might as well take advantage of the whole sugar daddy thing. 

Alexander nods. "Let me get the card, and a car pulled around for you miss." he says. 

"My car is already out there." I say. 

"He insisted a drive take you wherever you go." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Of course he did." I say and Alexander smiles politely. 

"Does he keep women here often?" I ask and Alexanders eyebrows lift in surprise. 

"I...I am paid handsomely to keep his matters private." alexander nods. 

"Of course." I say with a nod, not wanting to put him in a weird spot. 

"Just was wondering how hard you're judging me right now." I say. 

Alexander smiles, and it's warm, and genuine, and he shakes his head. 

"Miss I've seen plenty of outrageous things in my time of working in the homes of the rich...and I assure the things most would find out of the ordinary, are no longer questioned by me. There's no reason to judge you , or him. You're an adult, are you not?" he asks. 

I nod. 

"Well then. what you do is entirely your choice, and who am I to say anything on the matter?" he says and I lift a questioning brow. 

"If you say so." I reply and he smiles. 

"I will say though..." he says and looks around as if looking for Kash or someone else. 

"He has NOT had other women live here." he says with a little smile. 

I smile back. "You saying I'm special?" I joke and he smiles a bit more. 

"Perhaps." he says with a slight shrug. 

"Thanks Alexander." I nod and he nods back and smiles. 

A few minutes later, I'm in a dark escalade that reminds me of all the secret service cars I see in movies. 

"I have your card, to go buy clothes to cover my whore body....any specific limit you'd like me to stay under?" I type. 

I wait a few moments. 

"No." he replies. 

I lift a brow looking at my screen and I decide to be a "good girl". 

"Is there anything specific you would like me to buy? A certain color, or certain outfit? You know, things that would make me super irresistible, even more so than I already am?"  I reply. 

"I'd like you to buy plenty of everything. Casual, dressy, slutty, extra slutty. Down right filthy too. I want you to buy it all. And it's not what you wear that makes you irresistible....it's those tits and that tight cunt, and that hot smart little mouth." he replies and I lick my lips. 

"You forgot my cute ass." I reply. 

"yes. that too." he replies. 

I try to think of what to type next but he beats me to it. 

"What are you wearing?" he types. 

I laugh at my screen, and lift the phone taking a photo from above slightly showing my jeans and shirt.  I send it. 

"Are you wearing a bra?" he types. 

I take another photo, this time holding the phone under my shirt as I pull it slightly, and send him and under boob shot. 

"Good girl." he types. 

"you have fantastic tits." he types. 

"I like knowing that my driver probably has a hard on because those tits are in that tight little top, all covered up. All mine." he types. 

"Maybe i'll see if he wants to pay me for a lap dance and I can take my top off for him."I tease. 

"Don't be a bratty little cunt." he types. 

"lol" I reply and he doesn't reply. 

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" I ask. 

"I am working." he replies. 

"Are you hard for me right now Kash?" I type. 

"Yes." he replies. 

I feel my heart rate increase. 

"I hate how much my body wants yours." I type. 

"Get used to it darling whore." he types. 

"Don't stay late. Be home early." I type. 

"I didn't make my millions taking direction from whores. Your little cunt can wait patiently." he says and I squirm in my seat. 

"I hate you." I reply.  then he types back. 

"But your cunt doesn't."