The Mansion

I made sure Gretchie was all cleaned up and presentable before I left her office. I really didn't want Maria to see her in this condition. Topless, face full of my cum and blissed out on her office floor. She was still a little dazzled as I shoved her blouse back on her head and scooped rest of my cum into her waiting mouth.

She was somewhat sitting on her chair now, a little dazed though. Good enough.

I turned to leave, but she grabbed my hand.

"...don't leave, daddy."

I saw eyes filled with pure love and adoration. I didn't know what to say.

Fuck. She was starting to turn disgustingly cute. She wanted me to stay? After all that?

I just pinched her cheek, and patted her head. "Good girl." She seemed to purr to that. Yes, purr. Like a kitten.

I had to use a little **** to remove my arm from her hand. She really, really didn't want to let go. Fuck. This... Was she truly starting to break? Too early for that. She needed to play her role as the bitchy editor for at least a few more weeks. Then she could be all the **** she ever wanted to be. Or I wanted her to be.

I felt her eyes glued to my back as I stepped out of the office. Little creepy.

Well, at least Maria wasn't behind the door. Only Lana.

Wait, Lana? I thought she stormed somewhere far away? But here she was, in front of me, looking for words to say.

Lana was mouthing words, but couldn't get any of them out. Her hair was still scruffed from that experience, and she was biting her lower lip, face twisted into a look of pure desperation. This... Was troublesome. She knew this was a public hallway, right?

Apparently that thought had left her brain, because then she just kneeled in front of me. Here. In the office. In the hallway. Where any of our coworkers could see us.

"Jack... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to st... storm out like that. Forgive me? Please?" She grabbed my pantleg. This was bad. I thought I had broken Gretchen, but this was way worse. This could ruin all my plans.

I grabbed her shoulder, and quickly jerked her up. What do I do? Could I really stop her acting like a crazy **** slut now? Maybe I had edged her too hard. I needed to give her a way out. But what was the point of that contest then? If I just allowed her to cum like that? ...Maybe I could make it conditional? Like I tested with Gretchen yesterday... Yes, it could work.

I leaned into her ear and whispered. "Listen closely. If you seriously need to cum, I'm going to allow it. This one time. After you fill a condition."

Her face lit up. "W-What? Please tell me!" Fuck, she was almost shouting now.

Yeah, what condition? I hadn't thought that far...

...

Could I be that cruel?

...

Yes. I could.

"You know those writing awards you have plastered all over your walls of your home? The ones you show off to let people know how brilliant you are? Take the one that's most precious to you. Crumble it up, and piss all over it. Then you can cum."

I left her ear. She was stunned. I had just asked her to do something that was against everything she valued about herself.

She had no need for those in the future, anyway. The only one she should please and show off to is me. And those awards were doing the opposite for me.

This was quite the interesting matchup I had set up. Her self-respect versus the need for a sexual release. And only one was going to win.

But enough of this. I wanted to get to the Diamanti mansion early. This tryst with Lana and Gretchen took way longer than I thought it would. Guess it was just too fun for me.

As I entered the elevator, Lana hadn't moved. She just stood in the hallway. Stunned.

The Diamanti house looked just as imidating as I thought it would. Almost like a fucking palace.

Only Maria and Gloria lived here. What the fuck were they even doing with all that extra space? Did they host illuminati parties or something here?

You're probably wondering what happened to Gloria's father. Why he's no longer in the picture?

Truth is, no one knows. Maria was married for a while to a guy named Giovanni. But the guy... disappeared like 18 years ago. Very mysteriously. Which did no good for the rumours about Maria's mafia connections.

Then there was a bunch of guys after that. Seemed like Maria was dating a new hunk every year. But for the last three years, they just stopped. Again, no explanation why. And I don't think anyone would ever dare ask Maria about it.

All I knew was that Gloria didn't have a proper father figure in her life. Maybe that's why she was so rebellious? Maybe she needed... someone like to me to put her back in order? Yeah. I'd be her new stepfather alright. A strict one.

I approached the house. Something occurred to me. I hadn't considered whether the Diamanti house had maids or butlers or something. If anybody but Gloria saw me enter the place... That would mean huge trouble. Before I could take that thought any further, I saw the front door opening.

It was Gloria. She looked straight at me with her cool demeanor, went back inside and left the front door wide open. Well, at least she was obeying my orders now. But was this truly safe?

...Fuck it. I knew that this was the best shot I was going to get, so I had to take it. I couldn't push this to another day or something like that. Every minute was important now.

I slinked inside the house. To say the decorations were luxurious, would be an understatement. It felt like you could buy a small nation by just robbing this place. The antique clocks, modern paintings, the shelfs full of valuable looking stuff... The whole place stunk of money. Like the whole meaning of this place was to rub your wealth against the faces of the visitors. It felt...

Cold. Really cold.

But where was Gloria? Was there anyone else here? Was it safe for me to just search for her?

There was a sound from upstairs. A small creak. I could either avoid it or... Nah. It had to be Gloria. I was now going to assume she wouldn't be so stupid to let me in here with other people in the house.

I walked up the stairs. The second floor had something like six rooms. But only one of them had an open door.

Why did it feel like I was walking into a trap?

I pushed that thought aside and took a look inside. Yes. This was definitely Gloria's room. It still had posters of boybands and soft toys, stuff she probably didn't care too much for anymore, but hadn't taken down yet. And oh yeah, the room also had Gloria in it. Wearing her work outfit for some reason. She was sitting seductively on her bed, one foot on the floor and hugging her other knee.

"Sir? Why are you in my room?", she said softly, almost breathlessly.

Oh. She wanted to roleplay.