ARAWN
“Oh, yes. Baby, yes. Just like this.”
I plunge my tongue deeper between her folds as her juices are dripping down my chin.
God, her taste is addictive.
Her nails scrape my head softly as she clenches my hair harder. I can feel her nearing her orgasm, and I suck her swollen nub between my teeth.
“Oh my God.” Her screams of pleasure fill my bedroom, and I can feel my cock getting even harder.
Ready to take her after she finally came on my tongue.
As I feel her legs shaking at my strokes, I increase my pace softly, licking her like she is the best ice cream I ever had.
And to be honest, she fucking is.
I groan approvingly, as she comes on my tongue. Her back arching off the mattress, my head buried in her amazing wet pussy that just assaulted me with its juices.
Licking her from back to front one last time, I lift my head with a grin. I admire her beautifully blushed face and her full breasts that bounce up and down as she catches her breath.
“Don’t look at me like that!” She breathes out, and I crawl up to her. Kissing her gently, I get her to taste herself on my tongue.
“Tell me again how you don’t like it when I eat you out.”
Laughing lowly, Nerthus turns her head to the side. But it doesn’t get her to hide her blushing even more from me.
“I fucking love it.” She whispers, and my chest squeezes.
I open my eyes and cover them with my arm.
This wasn’t a dream, was it?
Groaning, I retreat my arm after having found out that Nerthus isn’t in my bed anymore, and I take a note to myself to tell her that she has to stop sneaking out in the morning without my permission.
Why do I even care?
I always found it irritating when a woman wanted to interact with me other than just sexually. Let alone having her sleeping in my bed.
The woman is right. I must have bumped my head.
After having showered and dressed, I take the elevator to my office on the floor beneath.
It doesn’t take long for Elinor to notice that I’m in my office and to hit me with the program for the day.
“And Mr. Gregorius has called twice already. He wants to discuss something rather urgent with you.”
“Tell him to not get his panties twisted too much. I’ll get back to him in the afternoon and he better have a solution to the problem he is annoying me with right now.”
She scribbles down her notes as she continues to go through the meetings of today.
“That will be all, Sir. Do you need me to prepare something for the Handerson deal?”
“No, it’s alright, Elinor. Thank you.”
“You are very welcome, Sir. I’ll be leaving the invitation to the Diamonds Holding Soiree right here, Sir. I’ve already announced your participation.”
“Great,” I say, looking at the golden invitation envelope just shortly before looking back down at the documents before me.
How I hate such events.
“Will you please send the details to… Aria…”
“Aria?”
“Wasn’t this the name she used as you booked her?”
“The nice Escort lady? Yeah. I believe so.”
I hum, noticing that she is trapped in her thoughts.
That hasn’t happened for a long time.
She is obviously confused about what to do with that instruction as she plays with her notepad. “Erm… Shall she meet you at your penthouse after the event?”
“No, I have my poker round after the event,” I answer annoyedly.
“So… She will accompany you then?”
“Yeah. I’ll pick her up. Tell her to be ready.”
“Oh, of course… With great pleasure, Mr. Rodberg.”
I look up with a sigh. “What’s that supposed to mean, Elinor?”
She is already out of my office as my words reach her. So, I don’t get any answer but can hear her giggling.
She must be excited to inform Aria.
The chiming of my phone gets my attention diverted from my now humming PA, and I open the text with a shake of my head.
Nerthus: I signed it, big boy. I hope you are happy!
Throwing my phone on my desk with a chuckle, I go back to my documents.
Even if it will be a tad harder to think straight now.
***
Nerthus Hendricks will offer her services at the discretion of Arawn Rodberg exclusively and will arrange her schedule according to his needs.
Arawn Rodberg will grant Nerthus Hendricks, additionally to the established fees for her services, access to his resources, regardless of being personnel or gadgets, at his availability or the availability of Aesir Industries.
I can barely listen to the freak stuttering in front of me as I realize that I must indeed have bumped my head.
Should Nerthus Hendricks or Arwan Rodberg fail to perform their duties as per the other party’s satisfaction, a punishment will apply.
And I must indeed have bumped it real hard.
The punishment for Nerthus Hendricks will be carried out in the conference room of Arawn Rodberg’s penthouse, situated in New York, and will consist in Nerthus Hendricks being tied to a chair. Being on free disposal for Arawn Rodberg.
“And what about those numbers? These regarding the sales?” I see him break out in cold sweat as he looks through his documentation.
The punishment for Arawn Rodberg will be carried out at the apartment of Nerthus Hendricks, situated in New York.
“Listen, I just want to see the statistics. No need to panic.” I growl annoyed, thinking that I’d have to call up Nerthus tonight.
During the effectiveness of this contract, neither Nerthus Hendricks nor Arawn Rodberg will be allowed to have intimate interactions with others. Nerthus Hendricks is required to cease her dating engagement.
Terminating the meeting after he threw up on the floor, I get back to my office feeling vexed.
Good thing I slept well tonight.
As I slump back into my office chair, I turn around to look at the skyline. I had prevented myself from thinking about the fact that I woke from a dream about a woman until now.
That woman.
And that I couldn’t remember the last time I had dreamt about one.
I decide to send her a text, fucking up my already fucked up weekly rule entirely.
‘I’ll work late tonight. But I’ll be needing your services. I’ll come to your apartment. Wait for me.’
I laugh to myself as I think about it and indeed remember the last time I dreamt of a woman.
It was when I was 23.
It was after I had seen her for the first time.
Bloody woman.
***
The heavy doors keep the pumping beats out of the rooms situated on the underground floors.
I take a sip from my drink as Bernhard is telling me some spiraling story about another nightclub.
“And want to know the best about it? As we searched her bags, we found the rest of the cocaine.”
“In her bags?” I ask annoyed. “How can humankind be so stupid?”
He laughs, his eyes sparkling as he hits the table. “Well, I guess one stupid bitch out of the way, and I finally found out who was messing with my goods. This year I have an awful lot to be thankful for on Thanksgiving.”
I chuckle, swaying the amber liquid in my glass, making the ice ball clink against it.
We are currently hanging out in the security room as it is Bernard’s territory, and I don’t mind the constant buzzing of the machines and the flickering screens.
They are quite comforting, to be honest.
As my eyes wander over the piled-up screens once again, I spot a redhead, waiting to get into the club.
I blend out Bernard totally, as I get my feet off the table and lean closer to the screen that shows her from the best angle. Seeing her getting overflowed with Danny talking unrelentingly without even pulling an annoyed face, has me smiling.
“Oh, hello!” I say lowly, triggering Bernard to look at the screen as well.
As if she heard me, she turns to the screen and licks her lips slowly, flashing the camera a big grin.
Her timing is always fucking impeccable.
“My dear Sally! Who is that gorgeous treat for my sore eyes?”
I chuckle as I shake my head. “My tea, Bernie.”
“Are you for real?” He laughs, clapping my shoulder. “No wonder you wanted to hide her away. Jensen would have had his guilty pleasure with her!”
I get up, my eyes still glued on the screen that shows our bouncers letting her into the club.
“I know. But she is only mine now.”