When Burt left him a few minutes later, Joel made his way to his play room. He’d been summoned away from his fun and when he returned, he was going to go on as if nothing had happened. The woman he had tied to his bed was lying just as he’d left her.
Her legs were spread wide and her breasts were still covered in his cum. Dried now, it held little appeal to him, but he knew he’d be spreading some over her again before long and called to Fred to come and help him. The man never looked at the woman, but helped him undress and then fisted his cock for him until he was hard again.
“Clean her up too. And with your tongue.” The “yes sir” had Joel holding his own cock now as the manservant moved to the bed. He did just as he was told and lapped the dried cum off her breasts, then moved down her belly. Joel could see that she was wet, that whatever Fred was doing to her had her excited, but Joel let them play. It was almost as much fun to him as fucking was.
When she moaned, Joel took his place between her thighs. He wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet, and was content to watch her being eaten by Fred. The man had a wonderful tongue, as Joel knew first hand. And when he freed his own cock, Joel watched him.
“You want to fuck her?” Fred said that he did. “You know what you’ll have to do if I let you. You know how to repay me for letting you.”
“I do, my lord.” Fred had a lovely cock too. It was thick and hard, glistening at the end so that Joel was hard pressed not to take him into his mouth instead of letting him fuck the woman. “What would you like for me to do?”
Joel wanted it all. He wanted to be fucked by Fred, fuck the woman, and have his cock sucked too. He was a greedy man, but also knew that the drugs to keep him this hard were soon to wear off, and he wasn’t going to be able to take any more until tomorrow. So he told Fred to have the woman, and he moved up behind the man to take him as well.
It was over quickly…at least his part was. He came almost as soon as he entered the tight hole on his manservant, but lingered long after Fred fucked the woman. Fred had the woman coming four times before he finally released, and Joel watched him as he pulled his clothing back on and left him with the woman.
She was nearly purring with her sexual releases. Joel only watched her as she laid there, her body still spread out before him like a feast; a feast that he was sick of looking at. He pulled out the knife that was in the nightstand and cut her lose. Then he told her to get out. Joel left the room a few minutes later to enter his own.
Joel took a shower, scrubbing off all the sex he’d had with them as hard as he could. Not that he was trying to wash away the enjoyment, but the smell of sex made him ill. It was why he never had it in his bedroom. And only with his servants. The woman, of course, would be gone tomorrow, her pocket full of cash and a reference in her hand. That was why he only hired women to service him and not clean his home. They were only useful for that one thing as far as he was concerned. And once his little pill wore off, he was finished with them all together.
“Oh Addison, where the fuck are you?” He was pissed every time he thought of her. She’d left him. And as much as he wanted to say good riddance to her, it was the fact that she’d left him without his permission that pissed him off the most. He didn’t care for her any more than, he supposed, she did him, but he’d been promised her as his wife and, by God, she was going to be his wife. Even if in name only.
For five years she’d been gone. He had not a clue as to where she’d gone and not a hint of where she was staying, and even less of an idea as to how she was living. Joel had strongly believed that she was living in the mansion that her grandmother lived in. But his spies, people that he’d paid off to search, had never found so much as a note from her. And they had looked too, or so they’d told him just after they’d been found out by Mrs. Simon-English.
He had to find Addison. Now it was no longer a marriage that he wanted from her, a marriage that he didn’t really care for, but he needed her to inherit his mother’s money. No wife, no money, she’d told him. Where she’d gotten the idea that she could make the rules had surprised him, but he found out through a servant of his mother’s that she’d been having visitors. Another reason to hate the fucking old bat.
Mrs. Simon-English had told his mother that requiring him to get married was the only way to ensure that she became a grandmother before her death. He had to talk to that fucking old bat too about staying out of his business. His mother wouldn’t be making any more demands either, once he had Addison bowing before him. He’d see to that quick enough. But for now…well, for now he was sort of between a rock and a hard place.