I bit my lip and opened the tissue paper. Inside was black lingerie, a one-piece lacy thing that wouldn’t leave very much to the imagination. I stared at it, totally appalled at his audacity, and almost threw it across the room.
Anger built up inside me. That asshole thought he could just send me lingerie whenever he wanted to. Just because he was rich, didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. I wanted to tear it up and destroy it, but before I let myself give in to that, I noticed something else that I totally overlooked when I first took out the lingerie.
It was a pair of handcuffs.
I stared at them for a second before bursting out in laughter. They were pink and fuzzy, the sort of things you saw in the movies, and couldn’t have been meant for anything but a joke. I laughed and felt the tension completely leave me as I tossed the lingerie back into the box.
As I turned to head into the bathroom, an insane idea hit me. I went and grabbed that prototype phone, scrolling through the apps, and found Snapchat. Sure enough, Carter’s profile was in there, ready for me.
Smiling a huge, devilish smile, I grabbed the lingerie, pulled up Snapchat, and headed into the bathroom.
He wanted to mess with me? Fine, he could mess with me all he wanted. But I wasn’t going to sit back and just take it. I was going to strike back and show that arrogant bastard what I was made of.
8
Carter
It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.
I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.
It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.
There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.
It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man fucks, all she had to do was give in to me.
I opened the snap and stared, wide-eyed at what I saw. The timer was set to ten seconds, and so I had ten seconds to stare.
It was Emily wearing the lingerie I bought for her, handcuffs dangling from her one wrist. She looked perfect, fucking gorgeous. The lacy one-piece clung to her body, barely covering her full breasts. My cock was instantly hard as I stared at her thick lips, her perfect tits, her pussy barely covered by the lace.
“Fuck,” I said out loud as the image disappeared.
I leaned back in my chair, stunned, desire ringing through me. I stood, not able to help myself, and went across my office and into my private bathroom. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and sat down on the toilet lid. I took out my hard cock, spit in my hand, and began to stroke myself.
I couldn’t help myself. I needed release and I needed it right away while that image was still fresh in my mind. I shut my eyes, stroking my thick cock, thinking about Emily.
She lay there handcuffed to the bed, her gorgeous eyes staring at my hard cock, her mouth hanging open.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, playing coy.
“You know what you’re going to get.”
“Carter,” she half-moans, half-begs.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeyed, opening them wide. I got onto my hands and knees and crawled up the bed until my mouth was on her inner thighs, slowly kissing my way up. Her skin was soft and tasted perfect as she let out these gorgeous, sexy moans.