Page 44 of Corrupt Game
She was going to try my patience. I needed her working for me and with me. This wasn’t just about the sexual side of things, I needed an assistant. Things had to be done or I’d be forever behind and wouldn’t know how to triage issues that came in.
The sexual torture wasn’t just for her, but for me as well. A way in which I denied myself until the last possible moment.
Pleasure could be derived from it, but it was more as a way of release than anything else.
I slowed the video where she’d begun to sweat from the heat.
My hand snaked down into my pants. Rubbing at the semi hard member, I focused on her face as I told her how I would bed her for the first time.
Her expression had me gripping my dick and stroking it.
She was so hot. Almost as if she’d never been truly fucked before. The innocence on her face made me tug a little harder as I imagined myself inside her for the first time.
Nothing was left to my imagination as I watched her lean back on the couch, willing to combust.
What would it take for her to ask me to touch her?
Consent was so important because I’d had that taken away from me when I was sixteen.
My father had put me in a room with an older woman—she was twenty-five, if that. He’d considered her to be one of the finest in his group of call girls.
With his words of instruction to make a man out of me, she’d done her best.
I’d finally given in because she wasn’t going to leave until I’d slept with her and he would have punished us both in ways that were too horrible for anyone to have to endure more than once.
Patient and understanding, she’d given me time to adjust, but if it hadn’t been for the fact that I’d never been with a naked woman before, I wouldn’t have been able to get hard in the least.
A pro at her job, she managed to make sure that there were no doubts. Pictures were taken as proof and shown to my father, who had clapped me on the back and pronounced me a man.
What kind of man did that to his child?
I shouldn’t have let my thoughts turn toward him. Uninspired even by Collette’s perfect features, I would have to start over again.
The phone rang and took that choice away from me.
“Yes?” I answered more irritated than I’d intended to be.
“They have a lead?” I echoed, my mind not completely on the conversation. “Find out what they have and send it to me. We can’t take any chances that they’ll figure out what happened. It needs to remain hidden. There will be serious consequences if this is discovered before we’re ready.”
“Yes, sir. Precautions have been made to ensure that it isn’t revealed yet. Do you want me to take care of the witnesses in case they start to become chatty?”
“No, just keep an eye on things,” I instructed one of Rossi’s friends that was in Ireland.
Niccoló had been a valuable asset in dealing with the incident involving Andrew Simpson’s death.
Normally, I would have handled such a matter myself, but things had been very hectic at the company. I couldn’t leave something of this magnitude to just anyone.
I felt that someone had been sending in spies to steal a new type of technology that we were about to produce.
It was another reason why I’d been cautious in my dealings with Collette.
Things that looked that good were often too good to be true. I had to make sure that she would be loyal to me.
Maybe I was being too paranoid. Then again, there were enemies everywhere that were willing to do anything to get their hands on my technology.
She might be wrapped in a pretty package, but I wanted to know that she was going to work out before I took her into my confidence.
It was time to change up this process.