by Writing Shark
Elle earns herself a gift
“Good morning, honey.” After the fuck and the punishments, Olivia is herself again. Still a little sleepy from the long night with Ashley, she even brings you something to eat in bed, not even looking at Abigail and Camila. Graceful as she is, she struts over the bodies of the two girls sleeping on the floor and puts bagels and juice on the bed for you. “OJ and a BJ for my hubby?” she asks with a grin.
“I’d rather not,” you grumble. “My cock still stinks from your secretary’s ass.” Olivia grimaces, kisses you on the cheek, turns around and kicks the girls lying on the floor.
“Wake up you bitches. Clean my boyfriend.” Abigail is too slow but Camila is eager, climbing on the bed and slobbering your cock with abandon and quietly until Olivia is satisfied. You grab Camila by her hair and cum deep in her throat.
“Good morning hubby.” There’s that word again. Is she starting it again?
“Today is Elle’s big day,” you say and caress Olivia’s thighs. “Should I bring her with me after the deal? She sure needs the praise of Daddy and Mommy.”
“All right,” she shrugs. Camila wants to move on your cock, but is stopped by your girlfriend.
“And Lyndsy is picking up Scarlett from the airport today,” you say. Then you relax and piss in your private toilet while Olivia grimaces but stays by your side. Beneath you, Camila moans as she has to swallow hard, then moans even harder as you gently stroke her head. “Good girl,” you say.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replies but is then pushed off the bed by Olivia.
“You smell like piss. Go wash, you pig.”
“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am. Sir.”
“Hubby… Babe?” You turn to her as you get dressed.
“Bring Elle here later.” That smile again.
“Elle!” This time it’s you who hugs her, although not so deeply. Because her mother is standing next to the young lady. “Ready for the big day?” The girl nods eagerly and politely. “Good girl.”
“What awaits us in there?” asks her mother. You’d rather wonder if she still has the taste of Sydney’s asshole on her tongue.
“Us?” you say and shrug your shoulders. “Nothing.”
“What?” You point to the building of the movie Empire.
“Elle will find her future in there.” Then you nod and wave Elle with you. Her mother is no longer a threat to you and you have decided to cross two items off your list at the same time today.
“What are you doing!” her mother exclaims as you take Elle’s hand.
“I’m protecting your daughter.”
“That’s my job,” protests the woman, not understanding that you’ve already taken her daughter away from her.
“Your job is to get rich through your daughters,” you say coldly, almost making the noblewoman stumble. You are then greeted by the receptionist and shown upstairs.
“Wait a minute…” her mother protests but you just turn to her and hand her a phone with just one file on it. You even press play for her.
“Damian?” Elle asks, not understanding the situation. Why is her mother so quiet? Why doesn’t she fight back when you walk over her? Why do you touch her so intimately when your sacred connection is a secret?
“Elle.” You lean down and stroke her cheeks. The young receptionist doesn’t make a face.
She’s just decoration here. “Disney’s board of directors is in there. We’re going to go in there together now and end the life you’ve led so far.” You point to her mother, who is pale as a sheet and has the cell phone in her hand. “This woman is no longer your mother, you understand?” Elle nods immediately. “Good girl. From now, on you have a new family. Your new Mommy and I will take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. The receptionist stands awkwardly to the side and looks at the floor.
“You’re a big girl now. I know you can do it. We’ll go in there now and start your new life.” You nudge her nose, then look at her ex-mother. “And then I’ll take care of your old mother. And you… Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Elle looks at you, opens her mouth, closes it again. Then she talks.
“I’m going to get fucked… right?” You smile, then nod. And Elle does too.
“That’s my girl,” you beam. “I’m so proud of you.”
“OK. I can do it, Damian.”
“You’re Daddy’s good little girl and you’ll do what I tell you. You let the board fuck you the way they want and you only stop doing everything they say when I get you. Okay?” A firm nod. “And then I’ll take you to my house and we’ll celebrate.”
Then there is nothing more to say. You take Elle Fanning by the hand and lead her into the room to her new life.
“What’s happening here?” Elizabeth Olsen asks Fanning almost two hours later. Like a good girl, she sat on the bench in the hallway and waited, the video of her perverted confession in her hand.
“The meeting went well,” you announce good-naturedly as you stand in front of her. “Come with me.” And you win when Elizabeth numbly gets up and obediently follows you. “The old men from Disney are about to pound your daughter,” you report as you lead her through the hallways to the room you were assigned.
“What’s the deal with the video?” asks the woman behind you. You turn around, grinning mischievously. Everything is complicated with Olivia because she is a woman and doesn’t know her feelings. At least Elizabeth behaves as you would expect from the fairer sex, dumb and guidable.
“Your precious daughter is being bent over the table and fucked in all her holes by seven old farts and you care about your image?” You shake your head. If there’s something you can count on with women… “So. Shall we?” You point to the empty room where there is a long table and several chairs. “While Elle is making a name for herself, should we talk about her future?”
Writing Shark 