Sia went out to masturdate when she returned back from the gym in the morning. It’s been long she went on sightseeing and thought to use this opportunity she’s taking some days off and wandered around the city.
Well, the idea was first initiated by Jake when they were about to leave the gym house in the morning but she politely rejected the offer.
*
“Hey, pretty chick…”
Sia heard Jake call out to her as she was on the brink of leaving the gym.
She halted in her tracks, whirled around, and faced Jake who turned off the treadmill he was on and trod toward her.
She spotted the sheen of sweat on his body and concluded that Jake is really a panty-dropping dude.
She seized her breath as the thought of Jake being handsome crossed her mind.
“Why are you calling me?” She asked, endeavoring to sound mean. She hasn’t forgotten what transpired in the morning.
Her horny self messed her up in front of…Jake!
Remembering how fucking horny she was made her pussy to start throbbing again. Sia squeezed her legs together to squelch that rising need inside her and save her yoga pants from drenching again.
Jake pasted a grin on his face when he spotted Sia squeezing her legs shut.
“You want another orgasm?” He spruced her, making Sia growl.
“Easy, pretty chick. I’m not going to bite. Besides everyone loves to orgasm.” He rambled on.
Sia let out a heavy breath and rubbed her hands on her face. She smacked her lips curtly and glared at him.
However, Jake continued with his gibberish words…
“I love orgasm. And I wouldn’t mind giving you one and you give me one…” He broke into laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Sia barked but was cautious enough to not drag others’ attention.
Jake paused spewing instantly and turned serious.
“Oh, fuck. I was just playing with you. I swear I didn’t mean it…” He tried to cover up but deep inside he wants to taste Sia. He knew she’ll taste different ’cause she’s different.
“Just tell me why you stopped me.” She smattered, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Right.” Jake nodded. “I just wanted to know if you’re free, maybe we could go on sightseeing. I’m free. So how about you?” He asked, anticipating Sia’s ‘yes.’
Disappointment scrunched on his face when Sia scoffed before answering.
“I’m not interested. And don’t call me to nag. I hate nags.” She spat, harshly.
“No, I wasn’t nagging…” Jake tried to speak further but Sia already spiraled on her heels and walked out from the gym house.
Jake fisted his hands by his sides, annoyed.
*
Sia had a rethink when she came back home and decided to masturdate. So from morning till late this evening, she was outside.
She went to different art galleries and museums, theater houses then to a quaint restaurant where she ended her tour with a meticulously prepared dish before returning home.
It was a long day but she so enjoyed every bit of it. When she stepped down from the car, she ordered the servants to take all the artworks she bought to her room.
She wrestled out of her Jacket as she trod into the house.
“Mrs. Monson.” Sia looked ahead and saw Michelle. She was alarmed by the dull look on Michelle’s face and the muffled sound of her voice.
Sia clamped on her jacket after she scruffled out of it and skidded to a stop in front of Michelle.
“Are you good?” She asked Michelle, concerned.
Michelle scratched her head a tad, looking for ways to put her thoughts into words.
Sia was keen, sincerely worried as to why Michelle was acting weird. It’s so unlike her.
“Why are you acting weird Michelle? What happened? Did thieves break into the house? Are you sick?” She questioned.
Michelle sucked in a long breath of air and laced Sia’s hands with hers, pulling her a bit close to whisper in her ears.
Sia pulled back immediately after Michelle said something to her.
The look of exhaustion on her face was replaced with annoyance and she fisted her hands, her knuckles turning white.
“How long?” She asked Michelle, voice harsh.
Michelle flinched at her harshness but blurted.
“Since 1:00 p. m.”
Hearing that. Sia nodded her head, lips twitched, brows snapped together in a frown.
“I see. Go back inside!” She ordered, turned on her heels, and headed toward their Olympic-sized pool.
As she drew closer she heard the pitter-patter of the water and knew that someone was inside the pool.
Sia drew to a halt at the edge of the pool and met with those pair of evil eyes.
“I was beginning to worry about what kept you outside till late. I thought there had been another accident.” Said the person in the pool.
“Silas!!” Sia barked, seething with anger. She bore her eyes to his, but Silas didn’t flinch. Rather he held a proud grin on his face.
“Love, welcome back.” He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Why are you here!? And on whose permission did you dunk yourself in that pool!?” Sia questioned, reeking with anger.
Silas cackled seeing the green veins on Sia’s face. The string lights affixed in the pool shone brightly on Silas’s body.
He was only in his briefs and Sia could see the cock stacked beneath those thin briefs.
“That’s not supposed to be a question because I am a Monson. And this place is my home.” He snorts.
“I can show up whenever I deem fit. And do whatever I deem right.” He snapped his baritone voice lancing through the air.
“And is that why you abused one of my servants?” Sia’s voice boomed. She ground her teeth, hard.
Silas swam to the steps of the pool and crawl out from the pool through the steps. He crossed the distance between them and looked at Sia intently.
He picked a strand of her hair with his damp hand, and dipped his nose in it, sniffling her scent.
Sia didn’t flinch rather she boiled angrily if not for one thing…if not because he is a Monson, she’d put up a fight but she knows better than to fight Silas Monson.
Silas leaned forward to her ear, his hot breath slapped the skin beneath her ear as he spoke.
“She deserved that slap. Every bit of it. I hate being questioned and I hate the fact they’re forgetting I am Silas Monson. So, I slapped her twice for two different reasons.”
“One for questioning my orders. Two for forgetting I am Silas Monson.” He smirked after saying these and Sia couldn’t control her anger.
She raised her palm and send it across his face twice and hard.
Silas held his stinging cheeks and gnashed his teeth in anger.
“One for laying a finger on my servant. Two for not recognizing your boundaries.” She snapped, spiraled, and walked back into the house.
Silas stood there as a smirk tore his lips apart. Sia’s guts keep marveling him as the day passes by.
When Sia came into her room, she flopped on the bed, wondering where she garnered the temerity to slap Silas Monson!
She cringed at the thought but was also happy that she not only displayed her strength but stood up for Michelle.
Silas slapped her when he arrived at the villa because she questioned his visit.
Michelle might not be Sia’s relative but she’s like a mother to her, so for Silas to slap her means she dared a lioness and a lioness needed to act.
After a while, Sia garnered the strength to spring up from her bed and take a shower.
She pared all her clothes and dashed into the washroom.
“Your guts are growing rapidly. To think you slapped me a while ago.” Silas’s voice bleared.
Sia snapped her head back through the glass cubicle and saw Silas standing by the door frame, stark naked. His right palm circled his cock.
“But not to worry, it only aroused me.” He spat his evil smirk hovering over his face.