CH 11: Honesty and Routine

“I have to be honest,” Lila said, sitting across from Andrew in the formal dining room. “I let a lot of guys fuck me at school today.”

Andrew’s fork froze midway to his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. He set the utensil down and leaned back in his chair, studying her face.

“Is that right?” he said, his tone calm, though the faint twitch of his lips told her he was holding back a smile.

“Yeah,” she admitted, shifting slightly under his gaze. “It started when this guy Chase wanted a quickie, and then more and more guys kept showing up and asking for a go, and I just ... I dunno, got caught up in the moment and ended up fucking 9 of them. And then I missed two classes because I was too busy banging guys in the bathroom, and—”

“Slow down.” He chuckled, lifting a hand. “You’re fine, Lila. There’s no need to explain yourself.”

“Really?” she blinked, not quite believing him.

“I’m not upset, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, smiling gently. “Far from it. In fact, I’m rather proud of you.”

“Proud?” she repeated, her brow furrowing.

“You’ve taken initiative. That’s an admirable quality.” Andrew nodded, his expression thoughtful. “And you’ve embraced the power that comes with being a girl. You’ve learned how to wield your sexuality, and you’ve reaped the rewards. I can’t fault you for that ... Unless you did it for free, of course.”

“No, no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I charged them. They paid.”

“Good.” He smiled, nodding his approval. “So tell me, how much did you make today?”

“$450.” She bit her lip, hoping she hadn’t crossed a line.

“So that would be $50 per quickie, then.” Andrew raised an eyebrow. “The same price they would charge at Pleazure Express, yet you yield all the profits.”

“Yeah, basically.” She nodded, her shoulders relaxing.

“Clever girl.” He chuckled, taking a bite of his meal. “Very clever.”

“Thank you,” she said, feeling a rush of relief.

“But...” he added, swallowing his food, “Makes me feel like I’m over paying for your company.”

“You aren’t.” she replied, leaning forward, eager to reassure him. “Trust me. The guys at school, they don’t even come close. I can fuck a dozen guys and it wouldn’t compare to a single night with you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he laughed, his smile warm and genuine. “But seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s just money. If you want to continue having sex with other men, by all means, do it. You have my full support.”

“You’re really okay with it?” She asked, still not quite believing him.

“Of course,” he said, nodding. “Besides, it would be hypocritical of me to discourage you. I have no qualms about sharing you. You’re a gorgeous, sexy girl, and any man would be lucky to have a chance with you. As long as they pay.”

“Okay,” she breathed, relieved.

“Although I do wish you spoke to me about it first,” he added, his tone more serious now. “How do you feel about a small punishment?”

“A punishment?” She blinked, surprised.

“Nothing too harsh. Just something to teach you the value of communication.” His gaze was unwavering. “Don’t worry, it will be nothing but fun.”

“Okay.” She nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll take the punishment.”

“Clara!” Andrew called out, his voice echoing through the house.

Clara stepped into the room a moment later, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her expression was calm, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

“Yes, Mr. Barrington?” She said, her tone polite.

“Please take Lila’s meal away.” He waved a hand dismissively.

“Of course, sir.” Clara nodded, stepping towards the table.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Lila protested, watching as Clara grabbed her plate and walked away. “You said you weren’t mad.”

Andrew shook his head slowly, taking another deliberate bite of his meal before setting down his fork. His voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of authority as he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m not angry,” he began, letting his gaze linger on Lila, “but I did say there’d be consequences for your refusal to speak up. You clearly have trouble using that mouth for its intended purpose, so we might as well find another use for it.”

He exhaled softly and shifted in the chair, his posture relaxed yet somehow commanding. Without breaking eye contact, Andrew slid a hand down to his belt and unfastened it with a quiet, practiced ease. The soft jingle of the buckle was the only sound breaking the charged silence. He took his time, popping the button of his pants and lowering the zipper just enough to free his cock from the confines of the fabric.

“So,” he said, his voice low, “since you’re not using your mouth to talk, let’s put it to better use.” He beckoned you forward with a curl of his fingers, his confidence unwavering.

With her heart hammering against her ribs, Lila slid off her chair and sank gracefully onto her hands and knees. The dining room air felt thicker down here, the tablecloth brushing against her back as she crawled toward him.

At last, she emerged on the other side of the table, lifting her head to meet Andrew’s gaze. The tablecloth draped around her shoulders, obscuring her frame as she knelt between his spread legs.

Her wide, innocent eyes and the way her lips were slightly parted made Andrew think she looked almost like an obedient dog, waiting for its master to throw the ball.

“You’ll still get to eat tonight,” he promised, his voice calm. “You just won’t be eating the same meal.”

He let his hand slide down the length of her hair, pausing at the nape of her neck to guide her gently closer.

She let him pull her forward until her face was a breath away from his thick, meaty cock. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, his cock throbbing and aching with anticipation. She glanced up at him once more, as if asking permission, and he responded with a slight nod, urging her forward.

“Cum is a perfectly nutritious protein alternative, after all.”

With that, she parted her lips and slipped the swollen tip into her mouth. Her tongue was quick to lash across the slit, tasting the salty droplets of precum that had gathered there. She swirled her tongue around the tip, exploring the sensitive skin, teasing him, savoring the flavor.

His cock twitched in her mouth, pulsing with need, and she wrapped her fingers around the base, her hand gripping him tightly. With a low, soft moan, she sank further, taking him deeper into her throat. She felt the weight of his balls on her chin, his shaft sliding over her tongue, her mouth stretching to accommodate him.

She looked up at him, her lips still sealed around his cock, her eyes glistening. She almost choked as she started to giggle. He was ignoring her, carefully cutting a piece of steak and putting it in his mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking harder, trying to regain his attention, but his gaze remained fixed on his food.

She swallowed around him, her throat tightening, and she pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop. A thin trail of saliva connected her lips to his cock, and she lapped at the tip, cleaning the pre-cum away. She looked up at him again, and he looked back at her, his expression calm.

She licked her lips, her tongue brushing across the sensitive head, and his cock twitched. She sucked the tip back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him, and he let out a quiet groan. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tightening as she took him deeper.

She pulled back, her lips trailing down his shaft, and then sank forward again, taking him into her throat. His cock was thick and heavy, his girth stretching her jaw wide. Her eyes watered as she bobbed her head, her lips tight around his shaft.

With every bob of her head, she took him deeper, her lips reaching the base. She could feel the tip of his cock sliding past her tonsils, his shaft filling her throat. She could barely breathe, her nose pressed against his crotch, the smell of him intoxicating.

She swallowed, her throat convulsing around him. She swallowed again and again, her muscles contracting and squeezing around his cock. She finally had to pull back, gasping for air, his cock slipping from her lips.

She looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears, her chest heaving. Yet he remained focused on his meal, taking his time to savor each bite. She couldn’t help but laugh at how stubborn he was being.

“Something wrong?” He asked, taking a sip of wine.

“You’re ridiculous,” she gasped, catching her breath.

“Am I?” He chuckled, setting his glass down.

“Yes.” She laughed, still panting. “I’m sucking your cock, and you’re eating dinner.”

“Would you prefer I not enjoy the delicious meal prepared by my chef?” He raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I meant.” She giggled. “It’s just ... Is this going to be like that night we first met? Is it going to take me 4 hours to make you cum?”

“Perhaps.” He shrugged, a smirk playing across his lips.

“You know what?” Lila said, standing up, her skirt swishing around her bare thighs. “Fine.”

She ripped off her top and pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her naked. With her clothes off, her petite figure was fully on display, her slender curves and delicate features accentuated by the gentle glow of candlelight. She could feel his gaze raking over her, taking in her exposed breasts, the flat planes of her stomach, the smooth curves of her ass, the soft flesh between her legs.

“Go ahead, keep eating,” she said, straddling him and pressing her pussy against his cock. “But I’m using a different set of lips.”

She lowered herself onto him, his cock stretching her, the tip pressing against her womb. Her thighs trembled, her body tingling with pleasure, and she let out a low, shaky moan. She began to rock her hips, grinding against him, her pussy clenching around his cock.

She placed her hands on his chest, steadying herself, and she started to ride him, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her inner walls gripped him tightly, the friction sending shivers through her. She could feel him pulsing inside her, the sensation making her toes curl.

He reached around her, grabbing the cutlery and a knife, and carefully sliced a piece of steak.

“You can’t be serious,” she panted, looking at him in disbelief.

“What’s the matter? I’m enjoying the view.” He smirked, putting the fork in his mouth.

She laughed, her body trembling as she continued to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth, her pussy clenching around him. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She buried her face in his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin, her lips brushing against his collarbone. Her hips moved faster, her pussy clenching, her body trembling with pleasure.

She rolled her hips, grinding against him, and she could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure growing with every thrust. Her movements grew more frantic, her pace quickening, her breathing ragged. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, his cock sliding in and out, her body trembling.

With a gasp, she came, her pussy spasming around him, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her. She arched her back, her breasts heaving, her body shaking. She collapsed against him, her limbs trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Don’t stop,” He whispered, almost pleading, his hand moving to caress her back.

“I won’t.” She panted, pushing herself upright.

She placed her hands on his chest and resumed riding him, her pussy gripping him tightly. Her body was slick with sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

She watched his features soften and twist with pleasure. His lips parted, eyes half-closed, breathing coming in quick, uneven bursts. She could feel every pulse of his cock inside her, the rising pressure building between them. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his, a gentle, almost tender kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through them both.

That single, soft kiss was enough to push him over the edge. He let out a low, desperate moan, his head tipping back as his release tore through him. The hot rush of his cum filled her, each pulse making her gasp in surprise. Involuntarily, her body responded, her pussy tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

She kept moving, riding out the peak of his orgasm, her hips rolling as she guided him through those final, intense seconds. A shudder rippled along her spine, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation of him throbbing deep inside her drew a soft whimper from her parted lips.

When at last the pulsing ended, her womb completely flooded with his warmth, she remained there, her body still quivering, heart thudding in her chest. A tremor rippled through her, the aftershocks of their shared climax echoing in the silence. She kept her hips lowered against his, savoring the closeness, letting her body rest against his.

After a few moments, she lifted her gaze, meeting his half-lidded eyes. There was a look of fulfillment there that made her stomach flip with a renewed flush of warmth. His hands, which had been grasping her hips, slid around her waist. Gently he pulled her closer until her chest settled against his. The contact sent a light shiver across her skin as her breasts flattened against him.

“Your dinner is in the wrong hole.” He chuckled softly.

She didn’t reply while they lingered there, his cock still buried inside her, her body molded against his. It was an intimate moment, and she couldn’t help but smile. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her, strong and steady, the warmth of his body surrounding her. It was a comforting sensation, a feeling of safety and belonging.

“That’s okay.” She smiled, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hope this was a good alternative to my punishment.”

“Oh, it was more than acceptable.” He chuckled.

“So you forgive me for not telling you about the bathroom banging thing?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Forgiven,” he nodded, smiling.

“And you’re really okay with me hooking up with other guys at school?” She asked, her tone curious.

“Of course,” he said, nodding. “I’ve told you before, I’m not jealous or controlling. If you want to fuck a dozen guys a day, then that’s your business. But as long as you’re in my house, you’re mine. And only mine.”

“Deal.” She laughed, lifting her head.

“Besides,” he added, his expression turning serious, “you’re young and beautiful. I would be an idiot to stand in the way of you pursuing any and every sexual opportunity available.”

“You know, when we first met, I was so intimidated by you,” she said, her voice low.

“Were you now?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you were just some creepy old man,” she said, laughing softly.

“Well, I certainly can be that.” He grinned.

“But ... you’re not,” she continued, shaking her head. “You’re kind and generous, and you’ve made my life so much better. I ... I never imagined this was possible. A rich guy buying me for sex, paying my bills, giving me an amazing place to live, and ... and caring about me. I ... I just...”

Her voice trailed off, her emotions getting the better of her. Her throat tightened, and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she managed, her voice wavering slightly.

“You didn’t have to do anything,” he said, his expression gentle. “You simply were yourself. And that’s all I could ask for.”

“Thank you.” She sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, his tone sincere.

“So,” she said, clearing her throat. “Can we get up now?”

“Sure.” He chuckled.

“Okay.” She nodded, slowly easing off his cock.

As his length slipped free of her pussy, his cum leaked out, dripping down her thigh. She stood, her legs trembling slightly, her knees weak.

“We should clean up.” He sighed, glancing at the mess.

“Let me do it.” She smiled, her hand trailing down his chest. “I’m already here.”

Without waiting for an answer, she knelt before him and started to clean his cock with her tongue. She licked his length, gathering the mix of her juices and his seed. She was thorough, her tongue swirling over his flesh, her lips sealed around him.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked the tip into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, his cock sliding past her lips and down her throat. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, the need and desire.

She pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She smiled up at him, her hand wrapping around his shaft and stroking him slowly.

“Better?” She asked, her voice playful.