Albert's POV
I stormed into my office, the door slamming behind me as I answered the buzzing phone. Miranda's taste still lingered on my lips, her soft moans echoing in my head. Fuck, that girl was unraveling me, her virgin pussy so wet and responsive under my tongue. But duty called, pulling me away from her trembling body.
"Talk," I barked into the phone, pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"It's Reynolds, sir," my VP's voice crackled. "That rival firm, NexTech, is at it again. They've poached two of our coders. Offering double salaries. We need to counter fast or we'll lose more."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to focus. "Lock down the team, bonuses, NDAs, whatever it takes and get legal on their asses for contract breaches. I want a meeting tomorrow."
"Got it," Reynolds said. "Anything else?"
"No. Handle it." I hung up, tossing the phone onto my desk. My cock was still half-hard, straining against my slacks, Miranda's flushed face flashing in my mind. Her innocence, that raw curiosity in her eyes—she was a puzzle I wanted to piece apart, slowly, until she begged for me. NexTech could wait, but she couldn't.
I returned to the lounge that evening, finding Miranda on the velvet couch, still naked, her knees drawn up. Her breasts rose with each breath, nipples pink and pert. She looked up, startled, her cheeks reddening.
"You're back," she said, voice shaky.
"Couldn't stay away too long," I replied, smirking as I grabbed a small box from a drawer. "Ready for the next lesson?"
Her eyes narrowed. "What's that?"
I opened the box, revealing a sleek vibrator, small enough not to scare her. "Just a toy. No penetration yet, I want you to feel good, Miranda."
She swallowed, eyeing the device. "I don't know about this."
"Trust me," I said, sitting beside her. I switched it on, the low hum filling the air. "Lie back, let me show you how sweet it is."
She hesitated, then leaned back, legs parting slightly. Her pussy glistened, still slick from earlier. I pressed the vibrator gently against her clit, watching her gasp, hips twitching. "Feel that?" I murmured, circling it slowly. "Tell me how it feels."
"It's… intense," she whispered, voice breaking as she moaned. "Oh God, Albert."
I coached her through it, moving the toy in slow, deliberate patterns. "Breathe. Let it build. You're doing so well." Her moans grew louder, her tits heaving, and fuck, my dick throbbed, begging to be inside her. But not yet. She came again, crying out, her body shaking as I eased the toy away.
"Good girl," I said, kissing her forehead. "You're learning fast."
She panted, eyes dazed. "That was… too much."
"Not enough," I teased, tucking the toy away. "Tomorrow, I'll show you more."
The next morning, I decided to give her a break from lessons and show her the mansion's perks. I led her to the private spa, a steamy oasis with a hot tub and massage table. She wore a silk robe I'd picked, her curves barely hidden.
"What's this place?" she asked, eyeing the bubbling water.
"Your new playground," I said, guiding her to the massage table. "Lie down. Let me take care of you."
She climbed on, hesitant, the robe slipping to reveal her smooth thighs. I poured warm oil into my hands, starting at her shoulders, kneading gently. "Relax, Miranda. This is about you."
Her body softened under my touch, small sighs escaping her. I worked lower, hands gliding over her back, then her ass, parting her legs slightly. Her pussy peeked out, pink and inviting. I leaned down, unable to resist, my tongue flicking against her clit, slow and teasing.
"Albert!" she gasped, gripping the table. "What are you doing?"
"Teaching," I murmured, my tongue sliding deeper, lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, hips lifting as I sucked her clit, my tongue circling her entrance, not entering but teasing every nerve. Her breasts bounced as she squirmed, nipples hard against the air. I wanted to fuck her right there, my cock aching, but this was about her pleasure, her surrender.
"Feel good?" I asked, pulling back to watch her face.
"Yes," she whimpered, eyes half-closed. "Don't stop."
I dove back in, tongue working faster, until she came hard, her pussy pulsing, her cries echoing in the steamy room. I stood, wiping my mouth, my dick rock-hard in my pants.
"You're perfect," I said, helping her sit up. "Ready to try something for me?"
She nodded, tentative, her hand reaching for my belt. "What do I do?"
Before I could guide her, my phone pinged—an urgent email from Reynolds. I cursed, pulling it out. Security breach. Possible leak in R&D. Need you now. Fuck. I wanted her mouth on my cock, her lips wrapping around it, but this couldn't wait.
"Stay here," I said, stepping back. "I'll be back soon."
Miranda blinked, still flushed, her body trembling with unspent need. "What? You're leaving now?"
"Business," I said, already heading for the door. "Think about how much you want this. We'll finish later."
I left her there, her eyes wide, her pussy still wet, her mind clearly spinning. My own desire burned, but the company came first—for now.
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Miranda's POV
I sat on the spa's massage table, legs dangling, my body still humming from Albert's tongue. The door had clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the steamy room, my pussy throbbing, slick with arousal. I should've been furious, locked in this mansion, but my mind kept replaying how he'd made me come, twice, each wave crashing harder than the last. Shame burned my cheeks, but excitement coiled tighter, making me squirm. What was wrong with me?
The next morning, I woke in that massive bed, sunlight filtering through heavy curtains. I dragged myself to the shower, letting hot water pour over me, trying to wash away the confusion. My fingers lingered on my breasts, nipples hardening as I remembered Albert's touch.
In the wardrobe, I found a set of lacy lingerie—black, sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. I slipped it on, the fabric teasing my skin, and stared in the mirror. The girl looking back wasn't me, not really. Or was she? I felt bold, sexy, even if I hated admitting it.
"Get it together, Miranda," I muttered, tugging on a silk robe. "He's a creep, not your boyfriend." But my body didn't agree, aching for more.
By noon, Albert found me in the dining hall, where I was picking at a salad, the lingerie hidden under the robe. He strolled in, all confidence, his tight shirt showing off every muscle. His eyes raked over me, a slow grin spreading.
"Look at you," he said, sitting across from me, "you're glowing. Yesterday was good, wasn't it?"
I blushed, stabbing a tomato, "it was… intense, okay? Doesn't mean I'm okay with this."
He leaned forward, voice low, "you're doing better than you think. Ready to learn more?"
I swallowed, heart racing, "what now?"
"Touch," he said, standing and pulling me to my feet, "mutual exploration. Come here."
He guided me to a couch in the corner, his hands undoing my robe. It fell open, revealing the lace, my nipples peeking through. His gaze darkened, "fuck, you're looking sexy." He took my hand, placing it on his chest, "feel me, Miranda. Explore."