The $eductress – Episode 31

THE $EDUCTRESS
THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 31

Anastasia p.o.v

I was mád that his was a thing.

I ran back inside.

“Arnaldo! Who lives here?” I asked loudly.

“People who can afford it.” He said plainly.

I hate that he is so nonchalant about this.

I wanted him to know that normal people don’t live here.

I don’t live here.

I went back to his room to see what I didn’t see before.

“Arnaldo!” I shouted.

“What id behind this wall?” I asked.

There was nothing on the wall, no pictures, nothing.

I could see small slits, like there were drawers that opened, he came in the room to see what I was staring at.

“Oh,” he said, like he just remembered this was here.

“My ex-wife stashed all her séx toys here.” he said, and touched one of the small squares, and opened it.

My eyes widened.

There were three vibrators laying on a piece of satin cloth.

I couldn’t believe that.

I pushed another one and it pulled out when I let it go.

This one has a black whip.

When I opened one more, I saw handcuffs.

“Your ex is a freak.” I was so surprised.

I had to cover my mouth.

“She never came back for these, so I guess they are mine now,” Arnaldo said before leaving the room again.

They are his now?

He has so many séx toys, and he doesn’t take the chance to imply that he is going to use them.

Why does it seem like he is bored by the fact that he has so many séx toys he can use?

That I can use?

I’m definitely interested in trying a few of these.

I had to see what else was there.

“Do you want breakfast?”

The question has rubbed me up the wrong way.

I was just about snapped.

“N..no!” I yelled at him.

“I’m not staying.”

He doesn’t get that I’m not supposed to overstay my welcome.

I should put my clothes on so I could leave.

“I will take you home after I get you something to eat.” he called out.

I ran out into the kitchen.

He was absolutely serious.

He wasn’t going to take me anywhere until I had something to eat.

So what was he going to do for me?

“Cook for me?”

I wanted to laugh, but he was serious.

Arnaldo was…..cooking for me.

That is no laughing matter.

In fact, I think my face was getting hot.

I was blushing and tried so desperately to hide it.

I know I shouldn’t be here.

We fvcked earlier, and I should be in my apartment fantasising about it.

I shouldn’t be here hours later.

He let me sleep in his bed, and now he is making me breakfast in the afternoon.

I had no idea what to say about that.

But the only thing I noticed was my fvcking heart was fluttering and doing this disgusting thing where it skipped a beat.

Arnaldo is definitely an husband material.

There were these thoughts I would get like maybe I should marry him.

He would definitely take care of me.

I think I began swooning over him.

Just watching him cook made me fantasies.

Not so provocative day dream where I imagine him in nothing but an apron making me pancakes, but something like I wake up next to him and we do things together.

That gave me anxiety.

I shouldn’t let my imagination get the better of me.

I knew better, but when Arnaldo is this nice to me, I can’t help it.

I want to stay with him.

I didn’t want to go home.

I was spending my evening with Arnaldo.

I wasn’t exactly doing a nice thing.

Well, I wasn’t doing something other people would call nice.

There will always be that tension between us, that séxual tension the first night I saw him.

I liked that kind of tension.

I wanted more of that.

Somehow, I ended up on the floor, between his legs while he sat on the couch, his hand in my hair as I sucked him off.

I don’t do this often so I can’t say I’m used to it.

But I didn’t mind.

I was just so turned in by the view of outside and the fact that Arnaldo lives here everyday that I couldn’t control myself.

Now the sun had gone down, but the lights from the city were bright enough for me to see shadows and know what I was doing.

I was still wearing his shirt from earlier.

I wanted to keep this for myself, but I was definitely touching myself underneath the shirt.

I did my best to hide it so he didn’t know, but I think he found out when I kept moaning.

He didn’t grab my hair, although I expected him to.

I know Arnaldo can be rough, as he was rough with me once before.

Right now, he was just letting me give him a blow job without getting in the way.

On the rare occasion I’m doing this for someone else, they are. always grabbing me or forcing me down, Arnaldo was doing this thing where he was petting my hair.

I know he wants to force me down, he was holding back, it’s not like I told him to.
Did I seem like I didn’t know what I was doing?

Because I do know.

TBC