Oakhill Cottage

Four

Theo

My alarm startles me awake. I click the off button on my phone and check the time, 3:01 AM.

I sigh while climbing out of bed.

As I walk towards Stella's room, I replay Max's conversation we had from earlier.

"I just don't think it's a good idea." I shrug.

Max chuckles. "Oh, it's so cute how much you've started to care lately." He narrows his eyes at me.

"Since when have we done it any other way?" I snap. "This is how we've always done this. If the first fuck is unsuccessful, I come in and fix that for a week. Since when do you want to jump in?"

"Because I was the one who discovered her anyway, so you should just let me fuck her already. She should be good to go by now." He throws his arms up.

I sigh while turning my head. "She's not ready." I grumbled. "She's still very tight and also very stubborn. Just wait til the end of the damn week, Max."

He huffs. "I think you just want to keep her to yourself. You know that's not how we do it around here, right?"

My eyebrows press together. "That's not why! I just don't think it's a good idea to throw away all the progress I've been making."

"You think I'll ruin your progress? Wouldn't I just forward it?" He chuckles sarcastically.

I lower my gaze to the ground, buying more time to answer this.

"What?" He snarls. "You don't think I'm good enough?"

I exhale. "I just don't think it would be helpful . . To have two different kind of men with such a unique case." I phrase carefully.

He scoffs. "Really? Wow." He turns his head away.

"I'm just trying to do what's best for the Dolls and the establishment." I add.

"No, no," He chuckles. "sorry not everyone can fuck as good as you, Theo, Mr. Fix-It-Fuck-It!" He wails.

"Max," I sigh while meeting my palm to my face.

"No, you said it better than I could." He snarls. "Fine, I won't fuck her for now. But she'll be my bitch next week." He threatens.

I unlock the door and open it as quietly as I can. She remains asleep. I approach her slowly, watching her sleep soundly. She's curled into a fetal position above the covers this time. She's got on nothing but a white T-shirt and a black thong.

I gently run my hand over her soft hip.

She jumps slightly with a quiet gasp before her eyes meet mine. She slowly sits up, her eyes fighting to stay open. Her hair frames her face in a slight mess. I brush a strand behind her ear. "You ready?" I whisper.

She shakes her head slowly, still fighting sleep. "No." She softly moans, her voice making my cock hard already.

God, what is she doing to me?

"Well, you have to be." I inform gently.

"I know." She whispers.

Guilt creeps up on me for the first time in the eight years I've been in business with Max. Normally, I'd tell them to get over it and to get on their knees. This time, I feel guilty for even bothering her. However, rules are rules around here. And she can't afford to skip a day, she's too tight.

"We'll make it quick." I reassure.

She nods before lying down on her back slowly. Her knees remain bent and slightly parted.