Page 26 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
LATER THAT NIGHT…
‘’Hey Taylor, can you help me with something?’’ Hudson asked coming over and joining me on the couch.
‘’Sure, what’s up?’’
‘’I can’t remember accurately, but was it a ‘satyriasis’ you called me earlier? It’s just I’m trying to see what all the online gossip forums are saying about me these days’’ he said with a smirked grin, and it was the third time that evening I’d been the direct brunt of Hudson’s self-amused teasing of me, after spending of course half the day apologizing profusely for my blabber-mouthed rumored assumption on him, without stupidly having done my homework on who the man I was now sharing a penthouse apartment suite with, really was.
‘’Heeeyy, enough with the teasing’’ I playfully wept, and just like earlier Hudson walked away shaking his head in laughter at me.
After dinner, which tonight saw me finally accompany my new boss down to his favorite restaurant The George – a stunningly delicious eatery I now regretted not going to sooner, as the food was as Hudson rightly said, simply out of this world! After a small walk around the block together with light pleasant conversation to digest our meal, we came back to the suite talking work and business, where Hudson further briefed me on daily tasks I was to handle for him, while I sat comfortably on the couch making organized notes in my new Apple iPhone.
‘’…oh I almost forgot what with all that’s been going on to give you my current measurement sizes, as it’ll be as early as Thursday that I’ll need a custom made dinner jacket for my upcoming meeting’’ Hudson was saying ‘’okay so yes, I know I have plenty already in my wardrobe, but I want to look and feel extra sharp for these particular clients, as there may be a rather profitable merger deal at the end of it’’ he informed me.
‘’Sure of course, just let me know what they are’’ I said with my phone at the ready to type the information in.
‘’Uh, only problem with that is I haven’t sized myself in quite a while. Well, not since taking up time in the building's newly installed gym that is -which by the way I’m happy to put you on my membership if you ever want to go’’
‘’Actually yes, I love the gym’’ I told him ‘’given I’ve only ever been the one time when sneaking in on a free day pass flyer I found once. But from what I remember I really enjoyed it, so yeah, I’d be happy to accompany you and try it all out again whenever you next go’’ I smiled at him.
‘’Sounds perfect’’ he grinned standing up and going over to the small cupboard under the TV and taking something out ‘’here, just pull the tab and use that marker right there to lock in the size’’ Hudson told me, handing me what appeared to be a fancy custom-made tape measure with his initials engraved.
HUDSON POV:
With my suit jacket removed, and my legs at an even stance apart, I stood breathing evenly with my arms outstretched to the side, while Taylor bustled about me until getting the measurement size perfect for the suit jacket I wanted ordered.
I must say, I was rather proud of myself for the sexual self-control I’d practiced over the last two days. With that said, I certainly wasn’t fazed by minor gossip columns dancing around the idea I was a satyriasis in my personal life, or even Taylor herself unknowingly calling me that. I think deep down I was more concerned over how true it might be, and somewhere in my subconscious now wondered if it maybe played a minor part in how quick women were to bed me.
I wouldn’t say I was addicted to sex, not by any means. There was a difference between addiction and overindulgence, and I was vastly educated on both. But with only three days into knowing one another, I’d consciously found myself becoming more and more addicted to her…
‘’While you’re at it, um…I was maybe thinking of having matching suit trousers ordered to go with the jacket…’’
I watched her pause in hesitation a moment, before lowering herself to her knees with the tape measure in her hand. And as self-indulgently innocent as my request was, I knew if this were one of those trending online video memes I see going around, then I was sure to be getting a call from Jesus right about now.
CHAPTER 19
TAYLOR POV:
Things were moving fast, with a lot taking place over the coming month. I don’t know how he managed to find the time, but somewhere between work and sleep Hudson remained consistent in his promise to help me, putting forth every effort into getting me legally validated again as a US citizen– including patiently going online with me and helping me search for my birth certificate records, which after finally locating them, he instantly ordered up re-prints to be expressed delivered. He then got straight to work downloading the official application needed for a replacement SSN, none of which I was able to carry with me in the situation that had made me leave home. I was thankful that copies were able to be maintained, and incredibly grateful for Hudson’s selfless nature, as he again added extra funding for the express delivery of my legal documents. And while we hadn’t yet had the talk of how my unfortunate situation came to be, Hudson wasted no time taking initiative and plowing through still, with every faith and trust he had in me to ensure I would be okay.
I was seriously running out of ways to thank this man because what he was doing for me, was no doubt over and above anything I could ever do for myself in the position I'm in. And with The Olympic Fairmont Hotel penthouse suite now legally documented as my current place of residence, everything else in my life -including finally the application for my very own bank card, and I’m proud to say taking and passing my driver’s test–began beautifully synching itself into place.
Overall, I was settling fabulously into my new role as PA, and the anticipated wait to have my official driver’s license in my hand was exciting me more than anything! Particularly when learning Hudson already had plans in place to purchase for me my very own car -which too was to generously be included as part of my PA work expense budget despite my protest, reminding me that I may at times be asked to drive him around whenever his car was at the auto shop.
It was all happening so fast it felt like I was on a never-ending roller-coaster ride, one I was having way too much fun on to slow down now.
We finally managed to also sort out the sleeping arrangement, to which I ended up politely insisting that I was perfectly comfortable sleeping on the huge cozy couch. Hudson of course was very adamant still that we purchase an actual bed for the apartment for me to sleep in. But with the warm reminder that that couch was more than anything I myself have ever had, and was actually pretty damn comfortable - not to mention of course that I was sneakily able to hog the TV whenever I wanted, lol, he in the end grew to be okay with it. Besides, having a bed sitting out in the main room -as nice a gesture as it was- I felt would just crimp the luxury style of our now-together suite.
I did however use Hudson’s offer to purchase for myself a luxury smart-warming comforter and fluffy pillows to match, both of which tucked and folded away neatly in the couch's hidden storage compartment under the seating area.
Everything was beautifully going from strength to strength, but none more so than the sturdy working relationship Hudson and I had dedicatedly built together, one where both respect and good feelings towards one another stood at its core strength.
The only thing that bothered me was the secret feelings I still had for a man I’d lusted over long before we’d ever met.
I still liked him, a lot. He gave me all the good feels, and it often scared me at times that the googly eyes I couldn’t help but find myself making around him, were one day going to lead him to question my feelings for him…what a yikes moment that will be. It certainly didn’t help curb my lust for him, when coming home early one afternoon after a pleasant work morning out shopping for silk socks for my new boss, to walking halfway into a conversation being left on the suite's answering machine, from a woman clearly heavily lusted still for his affections, after a seemingly one night stand he’d had with her a month back…
‘’…I can still taste and feel your rough tongue inside my mouth, the one you used to kiss me with after licking my wet pussy dry. Hudson baby, I know if you let me we’d be perfect together. We already travel in the same circles, we know the same people, and we have the same value for the finer things in life (haughty chuckle). All I’m asking for is a chance for another date with you. I promise we’ll have a great time together…and if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you put it in me anywh-‘’
Oh my god! I thought, quickly covering my mouth and running into the bathroom trying to stifle the burst of laughter I could feel coming. Truth be told I was more stunned than amused. Stunned over the live version account of raw sexual activity my boss apparently appeared capable of doing so well. I had no doubt he was indeed well-performed in the bedroom, as proud ladies everywhere appeared to have no problem boasting that. But, living with him and seeing the side of him no one else does, was a quality I would never exchange the betrayal of judgment for.
