DONT READ IF SEXUAL MOMENTS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!
I stand in front of the resplendent door, making me feel as if I'm 3 feet tall. Where as in reality I am 5'4, pretty short for my age. My body is full of nerves as I knock on the door of the most powerful man in America. I only knock once, afraid if I were to do more, he'd be pissed off to aggravation.
Seconds pass, as I wait in the dim -gloomy- hallway. My patience thinning to the point where its non-existent. My forbearance drops to nothing as I bang on the door once again. 3 times instead of one and much, much harder than the first time I knock.
"Come in," Arnaud's voice says, sounding painfully strained.
I wrap my forefingers around the cool metal knob and twist. I push the door open and I'm greeted with a magnificent sight. Glorious even. Arnaud completely nude. His v-line in complete view for my hungry eyes. His head tipped back, his mouth slack, and his curly hair falling onto his forehead. Completely breathtaking. Also making me melt.
If you were not to count the fact that a girl with strawberry-blonde hair was on her knees, bobbing her head up and down on Arnaud's length. His hands, obviously, gripping painfully on her hair. Pushing her head down further to take all of him.
Quickly, I whirl around and release a disgusted sigh. My eyes scorched for the rest of my already dead life.
"Is it this hard for you to keep your penis in your pants?" I say, on instinct. Covering my mouth with my hand. Surprised I had the nerve to say that.
A disapproved sound rumbles from deep in his throat and is quickly cut short when a groan of ecstasy escapes past his lips.
"So, you see what happened was...... I'm here to summon you for dinner, but I can already tell that she's most likely not hungry, as you're probably not, "I say, a blush creeping up my neck.
"Ah, turn around, Rosaline. Watch her suck me, all of me," He groans, and I can already tell that his beautiful features are most likely contorted in pleasure and pain.
"I'd rather not. This seems like a very intimat-," I begin, wringing my hands before me; nervously.
"No!" He barks. "I said turn around, do as you're told!" .
I quickly turn around and nausea comes in waves as I am 'rewarded' with the sight in the front of me. She's is no longer on her knees, instead she has found a place on his lap. White liquid glistening on her breast. The both of their mouths slacked in pleasure. His hands gripped tightly on her waist. Directing her.
I snatch my face away from the horrible scene and cover my mouth, praying that I wont be sick in front of Arnaud.
"Look at me, dammit," he hisses, through clenched teeth.
Reluctantly, I whip my head back to the scene playing out before me. My eyes glaze over with disgust as I look but don't actually pay attention.
It ends twice the amount of time that I had been sent upstairs to retrieve him and by the time it is over I had held my vomit in too many times to remember.
I watch as she pulls on her clothes, leaving behind her white lingerie -seated on the base of his desk-. She straps on her heels, purposely bending over in front of him, seeking his attention. Disgusted, I place my hands on my hips, when I see him looking intently between her legs. As if he wants to bend her over his desk and fuck her brains out.
She stands abruptly and leaves, not before sending him one more flirtatious smile. I follow her figure out the door, staring at the ghost of her presence.
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His Amour
रोमांस"Only you, Rosaline, have the power to destroy me" I advise you not to read if you are not of age. There will be mature parts, as well as language. Read at your own risk.
