vitamin before heading out. I, however, didn’t take care of the ache between my legs. As soon as I walked out to the sea-filled air, I knew I should have. I felt the breeze brush past my lips. I wanted to lift my flowing skirt and let air fan my pussy the entire way. Please be there, Sam.
The walk-bridge was down. That was a good sign, but there was no other sign of movement. I didn’t smell coffee like I had the day before. He bailed on me. I knew he wasn’t there when I walked to the empty bow. Oh well, it was probably for the best anyway. The dreary sky matched my gloomy mood. Maybe I would just stay inside the house today and watch movies or read. The forecast said it was going to rain all day anyway.
“I typed up an agreement, just some things I want to get clear before we start this.”
It was impossible to hide the smile on my face. Without turning to face him, I nonchalantly replied, “Oh yeah? That’s good. I have a few of those myself. Maybe we can add them to your contract.”
“It’s not really a contract. I started coffee.”
Turning to face him, I felt the wind on my naked labia again. I hoped he was willing to start soon. “Call it what you want. I’ll sign it.”
“Let’s drink coffee inside. It’s getting ready to rain,” Sam suggested, waving his stapled papers toward the cabin.
I nodded in agreement and walked in front of him.
“You look pretty,” he said from behind.
I smiled but still turned my bitch demeanor on him. “We don’t need to do that, either. Flattery is not needed.”
“Well, you do.”
I smiled again. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t used to someone telling me I was pretty. I knew I was. I got the looks and the whistles, but I wasn’t used to hearing it like this. Garrison didn’t say things like that to me.
I slid into the booth and waited for Sam to get our coffee and join me with his agreement. I couldn’t wait to see what he wanted in return of having my body to do with as he pleased.
“That’s in the agreement. You have to take care of that.”
“Take care of what?” I asked with a frown.
“The domesticated part. I want you to see how the majority of us live. You get us coffee,” Sam ordered, sliding across the leather seat in front of me.
“Excuse me?” Surely he wasn’t suggesting I wait on him.
“Yeah, you get us coffee. I want things from you, too. If we’re doing this, you have to do things I want, too. One being get us coffee.”
“You think I am going to be your bitch?” I asked in total disbelief.
“No. I will take care of you just as much as you take care of me. I loved cooking with you. I’m not asking you to be my bitch. I’m asking you to let me do this my way. I’ll do what you want behind closed doors if you do what I want when they’re opened. Coffee?” Sam suggested with cocked eyebrows.
“What things are you talking about?” I asked, emphasizing the word things. I got up and poured us both coffee and Sam talked to my back.
“Just normal everyday things that I do on a daily basis. Things that rich people like you don’t do. Like cook for yourself.”
“I don’t need to know how to do that,” I assured him, giving us both a splash of cream.
“I didn’t say you needed to. I said I want you to.”
I slid back to my seat across from him and stirred my coffee, more of a distraction than anything. “I’m paying you to do this. You’re not paying me.”
“Fine. I’ll pay you half of what you’re paying me. I think half is fair since I am doing the crazy part of this deal.”
“That depends on whom you’re asking. So you want to pay me half of my own money? That’s very noble of you,” I mocked, sliding his list over to read his contingents.
“I think that’s fair. Don’t you?”
“Fishing? Why do I have to fish? I don’t want to touch fish.”
“Suit yourself. That’s the deal. You have to let me show you how I live. None of this high-class rich-bitch crap. You’re no better than I
The walk-bridge was down. That was a good sign, but there was no other sign of movement. I didn’t smell coffee like I had the day before. He bailed on me. I knew he wasn’t there when I walked to the empty bow. Oh well, it was probably for the best anyway. The dreary sky matched my gloomy mood. Maybe I would just stay inside the house today and watch movies or read. The forecast said it was going to rain all day anyway.
“I typed up an agreement, just some things I want to get clear before we start this.”
It was impossible to hide the smile on my face. Without turning to face him, I nonchalantly replied, “Oh yeah? That’s good. I have a few of those myself. Maybe we can add them to your contract.”
“It’s not really a contract. I started coffee.”
Turning to face him, I felt the wind on my naked labia again. I hoped he was willing to start soon. “Call it what you want. I’ll sign it.”
“Let’s drink coffee inside. It’s getting ready to rain,” Sam suggested, waving his stapled papers toward the cabin.
I nodded in agreement and walked in front of him.
“You look pretty,” he said from behind.
I smiled but still turned my bitch demeanor on him. “We don’t need to do that, either. Flattery is not needed.”
“Well, you do.”
I smiled again. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t used to someone telling me I was pretty. I knew I was. I got the looks and the whistles, but I wasn’t used to hearing it like this. Garrison didn’t say things like that to me.
I slid into the booth and waited for Sam to get our coffee and join me with his agreement. I couldn’t wait to see what he wanted in return of having my body to do with as he pleased.
“That’s in the agreement. You have to take care of that.”
“Take care of what?” I asked with a frown.
“The domesticated part. I want you to see how the majority of us live. You get us coffee,” Sam ordered, sliding across the leather seat in front of me.
“Excuse me?” Surely he wasn’t suggesting I wait on him.
“Yeah, you get us coffee. I want things from you, too. If we’re doing this, you have to do things I want, too. One being get us coffee.”
“You think I am going to be your bitch?” I asked in total disbelief.
“No. I will take care of you just as much as you take care of me. I loved cooking with you. I’m not asking you to be my bitch. I’m asking you to let me do this my way. I’ll do what you want behind closed doors if you do what I want when they’re opened. Coffee?” Sam suggested with cocked eyebrows.
“What things are you talking about?” I asked, emphasizing the word things. I got up and poured us both coffee and Sam talked to my back.
“Just normal everyday things that I do on a daily basis. Things that rich people like you don’t do. Like cook for yourself.”
“I don’t need to know how to do that,” I assured him, giving us both a splash of cream.
“I didn’t say you needed to. I said I want you to.”
I slid back to my seat across from him and stirred my coffee, more of a distraction than anything. “I’m paying you to do this. You’re not paying me.”
“Fine. I’ll pay you half of what you’re paying me. I think half is fair since I am doing the crazy part of this deal.”
“That depends on whom you’re asking. So you want to pay me half of my own money? That’s very noble of you,” I mocked, sliding his list over to read his contingents.
“I think that’s fair. Don’t you?”
“Fishing? Why do I have to fish? I don’t want to touch fish.”
“Suit yourself. That’s the deal. You have to let me show you how I live. None of this high-class rich-bitch crap. You’re no better than I
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