Punching Bag

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He pushes me back into the chair. I notice my lips are swollen and my throat is sore, as I desperately take in air.

He tucks himself back into his pants and a sinking feeling starts in my gut, longing for more of him.

"Go shower." He orders me before leaving the room.

He just left me? Used me for his own pleasure with nothing in return? Why am I such a sick fuck that it turns me on even more?

I rush quickly to the bathroom. I frantically lock the door behind me, turn the water super hot and strip down.

The water hits my body, relaxing my muscles. I don't waste a second before I run my hands down my stomach and begin circling my clit. I throw my head back against the shower wall, imagining Townsend kneeling below me, tasting me.

He's biting my inner thighs, licking my entrance as I continue rubbing myself. It doesn't take me long to cum at the thought of him shoving his fingers into me and curling. I lean over, my head directly under the water as I calm down.

What the fuck is happening to me. I've never been this desperate before.

I finish my shower and get dressed again, quickly towel drying my hair but it's still damp.

When I exit the bathroom the house is quiet. I walk into the living room but it's empty. So is the dining area. The kitchen is full of the staff but no one that I need.

I'm walking down the halls, trying to find anybody. I'm not sure if Townsend wants me to leave or something.

I stop when I hear Godwin.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm deadly serious." Says Townsend.

I inch closer towards the door down the hall. Standing next to it to hear better.

"She's more than half your age Neville. I don't think it's suitable for you. Surely you can find someone else to play with."

I didn't realise that Townsend let's Godwin talk to him like that. I knew they were close but I thought it was on a professional level.

"You think I don't know that it's improper? What my employees will think of me? What my enemies will do? I simply just don't care."

My heart pumps even harder. I've gotten under his skin. It was so hard to tell how he felt about me or our situation, but now I know. I can push a bit harder now.

"You need to proceed with caution, we don't really know this woman."

"What's there to know? She grew up involved in her families business, they all died, now she works for me and shes desperate to be fucked."

God, am I that transparent? I tried not to come off too wanting but clearly that failed.

"She has no evidential background, a vague outline of her life. That is a warning alarm in itself."

I'm glad to know my fake information is solid but it's not great that Godwin is questioning it so forthright.

"You're best to get onboard with this. I don't need to tell you what this is for me."

What this is? I'm not naive enough to think our strange connection is deeply meaningful to him. I can't think what he could mean though.

I can sense the conversation fizzling out so I backtrack down the hallway and back into the living room, where I take a seat and wait for him.

Not after long I hear footsteps approaching the room.

"Dinner is being arranged, will you dine with me?" He says so calmly, as though he wasn't having an intense conversation about me earlier.