Buy Me Sir(79)

But I hope he doesn’t.

I hope they can never send another cleaner in here ever again.

Because I belong here now.

Only me.



Sonnie is excited again once the Brutus commotion has died down. She snoops around the kitchen, just as I did first time in here, and she comments on the contents of his fridge, all the things I buy him.

She comments on everything, and as much as I love her, I really don’t enjoy the feeling of sharing.

“Cindy told me about his porn habits,” she says as we enter the living room. “You gonna show me what he’s into?”

I tell her she’s welcome to look, just as I was, and she flicks on the screen with twinkling eyes.

But there’s barely anything there.

Gem auctions. He’s been viewing a lot of gem auctions and very little else.

The revelation makes me tingle.

Sonnie groans. “I was expecting so much more. Cindy’s such a bullshitter, she really egged this up.” I don’t say anything as she flicks the monitor back off again. “Anything else tasty?”

I shrug. “His laundry basket?”

She finishes polishing the mantelpiece and I have to rearrange the pictures of his kids just so.

“His bedroom.” She grins. “I wanna see where he sleeps.”

I show her where he sleeps, and she dips her head to his pillow and breathes him in. I try to ignore the pang of intrusion, because it’s stupid.

“Yum,” she says. “Midnight in winter, that’s what he smells like.”

It makes me smile. “He smells amazing.”

She reaches inside the laundry hamper, and my face is on fire as she pulls out his crumpled shirt from Saturday night. And then his trousers.

My heart races as she lifts them to her nose and takes a decent whiff. And then she grimaces. Her eyes screw shut as her nose wrinkles.

She fake retches. Wipes her nose with the back of her hand.

“Hell almighty! Someone got laid this weekend. I can smell pussy all over them.”

And she can.

Of course she can.

I came all over them with his thigh pressed right to my clit.

“Ain’t gonna be sniffing none of that again,” she says and throws them back in the hamper, and even though my face is burning up, I laugh. I can’t stop laughing.

And when Sonnie laughs, I laugh harder. I laugh until my eyes are watering with the craziness of it all. With the crazy urge to tell her it was me. That I’m the one who came all over Mr Henley’s thigh on Saturday night.

But I don’t.

Of course I don’t.

“I missed your laugh,” she tells me with a giggle.

And I’ve missed hers, too.



Alexander



I believed a six-month exclusivity arrangement would be more than enough. That a once-weekly session with Amy’s tight little body would be enough to keep the cravings at bay.

But it’s not enough.

I’d be happy to write this insanity off as pure addiction running wild, but if that were truly the case I’d be happy to stave away the beast with porn or webcam girls, or even a cheaper rut with Elena or Candice in the interim.

But I’m not happy with any of those options.

There is only her. Only her tight little cunt and those big blue eyes. Only the way she takes whatever I give her.

As I cruise through my workday with a distinctly sunnier disposition than the one I’ve come to know, I wonder whether I’m teetering on the edge of some kind of mental breakdown. Yet, I’ve been there before and it wasn’t like this. I’ve stared into the abyss of meaningless compulsive paid-for sex and come out the other side unscathed, time after time, and this isn’t that.

This feels different.

She feels different.

Different enough that I message Claude on Wednesday morning and order him to book both Delaney’s and Amy for this very same evening.

Looming mental breakdown or no, I’ll be having that girl’s pussy tonight.





Chapter Twenty-Eight





Melissa



Even Dean can’t hide how impressed he is when I tell him I’m on again for this evening. He makes me dinner as I search through my wardrobe, scouting for something vaguely suitable that Mr Henley hasn’t seen me in already.

It’s no good. I’ve got nothing super dressy other than the red and pink I bought especially, and so it’s done. A choice taken out of my hands.

I’m going to have to go as myself this evening.

I hope that the floral patterned tunic dress is enough. It’s not fitted or fancy, but it’s pretty. At least I think so.

I give Joe his bath before I leave, playing with his floating boat toys amongst all the bubbles and lather. He laughs as one capsizes and it makes me laugh too.

I love how he smiles. I love how his eyes sparkle.

I love how happy he is.