Page 216 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Also…who is taking these pics?The first one was clearly taken by one of the brothers. But this one was taken from farther away.
I shook my head.
It didn’t matter.
What mattered was that my girl was getting me free!
I was so fucking proud of her!
I swallowed hard.
But also...I wanted to murder Angel and Diablo. And every other guy she’d been with.
And I was also oddly turned on by the pictures.
I ran back to the bathroom and teleported to my masturbatorium. But when I tried to open the door, it was locked.
“Not so fast,” said Nigel.
I jumped.
Nigel had appeared out of nowhere with his headdress. “The new addition to the masturbatorium is almost ready...”
“I need to get in there right now.” I felt myself growing harder. Picturing Ash’s lips onmycock. Andmycock stretching her wide.
Nigel shook his head. “It’s not ready yet.”
“Nigel, this is serious. You know what kind of destruction my dick is capable of.”
“Fiery inferno,” said Nigel and his eyes grew round remembering the last time. But he didn’t go to open the door.
“I’ve been holding it together for over a fucking week as it is. I need access to my masturbatorium again immediately. Open the door.”
Nigel shook his head. “No.”
“Nigel, I swear...”
“It should be ready by the time Ash gets home,” he said.
I took a deep breath. That wasn’t that far away. And I’d rather her tell me what happened in her own words.
“Keep it together, Master. Our guests are already arriving. And you don’t want to light your apartment on fire and ruin another Thanksgiving.”
I laughed. “You make it seem like I set the fire at the last one. That was Young Robert.”
Nigel nodded. “But still. If Thanksgiving turns into a fiery inferno twice, no one will come back.”
I slowly nodded. He was right. I took another deep breath. “Okay. I’ve got this.”
The oven alarm started dinging. “Just hold it together, Master. Think of...my favorite outfit in the 50s.” He ran off.
Oh God. The thought of Nigel’s bright yellow polka dot blouse – yes, it was definitely a blouse - with a matching bow in his hair was an instant boner killer. I cracked my neck to the side and wandered back down the hall and into the living room.
Young Robert was standing in the living room chatting to Matt.
My boner was definitely gone now. Robert was the perfect person to distract me from being horny. I walked over to him and Matt.
“Young Robert,” I said.
