New Aromas
1542 Words
RICHARD'S POV:
Down the empty hallways, we walked side by side, passing several straggling orphans. I made sure to rest my fingers on Mrs. Biddleworth's lower back, pushing her along to the office.
"What is this all about, Mr. Rupard? Is everything okay?" She strums her fingers nervously, knowing how badly she acted in the food hall.
"Everything will be," I smirk and push her down the hall again.
Mrs. Biddleworth trips her own two feet several times while trying to keep up with my pace. "I don't understand the rush, Mr. Rupard. Unless you have high concerns that the Food Hall will become out of control again."
Mr. Biddleworth clamps the front of her dress, obviously battling her inner demons. "I rest assure you, Mr. Rupard, that will never happen again."
The fluorescent lights flicker above us. A buzzing sound hums in my ear. Faster and faster, the light flashes until the light pops. I glance over my shoulder. Malcolm is standing in the center of the hallway with his fist balled tightly to his side. Malcolm snarls his lips at me like raging rouge. I slide him a wink and keep walking, showing him I don't give a flying f**k what he thinks.
Mrs. Biddleworth keeps her head held high. I look around at the grey-painted walls. She has placed falsely advertised trophies for the media to see, and a few framed pictures of her signing autographs to God knows what. We finally make it to the library, which is right before a small hallway leading to her private office and the janitor's closet. Peaking in, I see she remodeled that too. I don't remember there being any upstairs to the library before. Mrs. Biddleworth really has been busy adding on to this useless place.
"Right this way," Biddleworth's voice trembles as she walks in front of me and leads the way to her office.
"I know where it is," I answer dryly.
"Oh, of course, I... uh... I forgot."
"Of course," I smirk and squeeze her back gently. I feel her body stiffen and relax under my hand.
When we approach the doorway, Mrs. Biddleworth reaches into her pocket with her shaky hands. Her plump cheeks flush, and a few of the strands of her hair dangle across her lip. Her rose floral scent is there, but it changes. There is something about it... something... different.
Mrs. Biddleworth's aroma and juices smell half aroused and half fearful. The scent is unusual because Mrs. Biddleworth has never been afraid of me before. I have only turned her on by the looks of me and wanting to get laid, but this... this is ... f*****g mmm. I like this new scent on her. She wears it very well.
My c**k twitches beneath the fabric of my pants, thinking of how I could just take her against the door here and now. No one is around anyway. When she fumbles for her keys, I step closer behind her to breathe in her lovely new scent. A scent worth sinking my teeth into. f**k.
"What are you doing?" Lucian asks, noticing the difference in my plan.
"Mmm, you don't smell that?"
"She does smell different. You have heightened her fear a bit."
"I know," I moan in delight.
"It is a kind of nice balance for you."
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"I think Biddleworth's scent of fear mixed with her aroused juices is just right for you."
"Oh, why is that?" I ask while stepping closer.
My knees graze the back of her thighs. Her breath hitches in response to the contact. She stops trying to get in the door for a moment. Mrs. Biddleworth may not be much of a looker, but for the moment, I don't seem to give a s**t.
Lucian snickers, watching me in amusement."Because she is someone that would finally want to please you for a change, instead of going after your brother." Lucian hung onto Charles's name.
"Don't f*****g mention him!" I warn, feeling my c**k ready to rip through the fabric.
"Hmm, hard as a rock," Lucian confirms.
"Yes, I am." I bite down on my lip and smell the nape of her neck.
"You know Pearl will be occupied when we get home, so you better take advantage of it while you can."
"Oh, I plan on it."
Mrs. Biddleworth finally grabs the keys. Her hands are shaking so badly that she can barely keep them still. When she attempts to place them in the hole, she drops them on the marble tile floor.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Biddleworth fusses and peeks over her shoulders to see if I am smiling or frustrated.
I give her no hints at all. I just stare at her, expressionless. Not hiding the amber in my eyes or the bulge in my pants, Mrs. Biddleworth's lips parts as my fangs slide past my parted lips. I lick the tips of each one, showing how sharp they are.
The lovely mixture of fragrances slams through my nose again. I lift my head and inhale, not wanting to let go of the new scent. She glances to the floor, knowing she has to bend down and get them right in front of me. I have to give her credit where it is due. For once, she didn't plot some sleazy scheme to spend time with me or show her pathetic flirt moves.
"Is there a problem, Mrs. Biddleworth?" My voice comes out deep and husky, more than I expect it to.
"I accidentally dropped the keys," Biddleworth says, only a whisper.
"Well then, what are you f*****g waiting for? Get them," I command in a deep. Dark. Tone.
"Yes, sir."
"Mmm, the magic words."
Mrs. Biddleworth ever so slowly turns around and gathers the fabric of her dress to move it out of the way of her sight. When she attempts to bend over, it raises her plump ass in the air. I lick my lips, knowing it is there waiting for me. Before Mrs. Biddleworth can say another word, I lift her dress and drop her ivory lace undies to her ankles.
"Mr. Rupard," is all she can manage to say before I unzip my pants and let my c**k spring free.
"I reach beneath her dress and feel her moisture she is ready for me." She gasps in shock at how large my digits fit into her hole.
"Perfect," I growl and pull them, sucking the remainder off the stickiness off my fingers. She watches not knowing what to think or do. I don't blame her. She has never seen me act this way before.
"But-but we are in the hallway!" she whispers, barely audible.
"Don't you worry, this will be fast and hard, Biddleworth. We both have had a long f*****g day and need it. Are we clear?"
My tone is not a question. It is a command. Mrs. Biddleworth nods eagerly and turns around, lifting her skirt the rest of the way up her hips. I smell her mixtures of fragrances heighten by tenfold. "Mmmm, yes. Perfect."
Before she could ask why I grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide, I slam my member inside her juicy wet hole. Mrs. Biddleworth loses balance and falls into the door of her office. Her face is pressed sideways against the frame.
"Mr. Rupard!" she calls out when I pull her by the hair and whisper in her ear, " Call me, Sir, when we are f*****g, and I hope you're ready for me, Biddleworth."
"Yes, sir," she says again just the way I like it.
"Good girl." I reward her with a hard slap on the ass and start banging her fast and hard against the door frame, not caring how much noise I make. God, this feels so f*****g good.
"Yes! Yes!" She calls out louder and louder.
I pull out and step back. Mrs. Biddleworth stops and looks around, half on a natural high from feeling so good, "Why did you stop?"
"I want you on your knees." Her face smiles with pleasure, knowing what I want. I grab her by the hair while she opens her mouth for me to finish.
Closing my eyes, I envision the most beautiful site. A woman with chestnut brown eyes, perfect plump breast, and never-ending curves that will soon belong to me, "Pearl..."
I grab my c**k and pump harder and harder until I give Pearl all she deserves and then some.
"f**k me! This feels so damn good."
When I am done, I opened my eyes to discover that Mrs. Biddleworth is still on her knees with my c*m spread all over her lips. She smiles, looking so happy that we just shared this moment. I pull up my pants and zip them. We shared nothing as far as I am concerned.
"You better get yourself cleaned up lunchtime is over."
"Mr. Rupard, where are you going?" She asks while trying to wipe off her face.
"To check this place out. Maybe even the kids, too."
"Oh, and by the way, I will be hiring a secretary for this place. I will be spending a lot of time here so that I will be needing an assistant."
"Well," she says cleaning off her mouth and pulling herself off the floor. "I can be your assistant."
"I don't know if you would flip the bill," I answer honestly. "but we will see. I may need you for a f**k now and again." Mrs. Biddleworth's mouth hanging open wide in shock.
"Now, off I go. I may go check out the attic too. I am in the mood for some research."
- Writer
