susurrus
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A heartbeat. Then two, three, four, five, six. Right on the seventh, Kent heard a very muted, "Yes," using Anya's voice, in the darkness.
He smiled in the low moonlight. He had no idea what the girl felt. All he knew for sure was that this wasn't easy for her, either physically or mentally. He could tell she was resigning herself to her situation, and even though a part of her was loving the physical sensations she was getting, she was still grappling with the loss of her youth, and to her estimation, her freedom.
To that latter, Kent had to agree, to an extent. Most thought that being rich and successful meant you were free to do whatever you pleased. To only a degree was that true. What most people fail to realize is that, once you reach a certain place in society, you get hemmed in by that success and the limitations it imposes. Much of the time, his days were not his own. It was partly the reason he'd chosen to live so far from where he made his money. Had he been closer, those he entrusted to manage things for him would feel the need for him to have his hand in every decision. While a controlling part of him wished he did have more of a say in operations, he reminded himself that was why his father had died at 38 of a heart attack, and why he had only barely known the man.
Oh, certainly Kent spent a good portion of time monitoring and making deals, but when he took time off from work, he wanted only to be bothered if there was an emergency. And if the phone rang right now, whoever was on the other end would be told to fuck off until morning.
"This is going to hurt, but only for a moment," Kent said calmly. He then held her hips even more firmly, then gave a quick thrust up into Anya's soon-to-be-no-longer-virgin cunt...
He smiled in the low moonlight. He had no idea what the girl felt. All he knew for sure was that this wasn't easy for her, either physically or mentally. He could tell she was resigning herself to her situation, and even though a part of her was loving the physical sensations she was getting, she was still grappling with the loss of her youth, and to her estimation, her freedom.
To that latter, Kent had to agree, to an extent. Most thought that being rich and successful meant you were free to do whatever you pleased. To only a degree was that true. What most people fail to realize is that, once you reach a certain place in society, you get hemmed in by that success and the limitations it imposes. Much of the time, his days were not his own. It was partly the reason he'd chosen to live so far from where he made his money. Had he been closer, those he entrusted to manage things for him would feel the need for him to have his hand in every decision. While a controlling part of him wished he did have more of a say in operations, he reminded himself that was why his father had died at 38 of a heart attack, and why he had only barely known the man.
Oh, certainly Kent spent a good portion of time monitoring and making deals, but when he took time off from work, he wanted only to be bothered if there was an emergency. And if the phone rang right now, whoever was on the other end would be told to fuck off until morning.
"This is going to hurt, but only for a moment," Kent said calmly. He then held her hips even more firmly, then gave a quick thrust up into Anya's soon-to-be-no-longer-virgin cunt...