RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System

Chapter 447 - 447: Desires

Wanda had paid close attention to every detail, she gave me a thorough description of what had unfolded.Mirah hadn't been lying when she said she blamed herself for my situation. The woman truly thought she had tried to kill me.

Wanda revealed that the woman had actually broken down in tears, sobbing over my still body.

Unlike before I hadn't collapsed in a crazed bloody mess, I simply stilled and then the consciousness in me faded away, my heartbeat getting weaker each passing second.

Wanda had wanted to take me to the hospital immediately but Mirah forcefully convinced her to bring me to her residence.

"Forcefully?" I had questioned.

"Unsure what had happened, I wanted to move her away while I take you to the hospital, but she did something and I suddenly became weak and malleable to her words.

It was only deep in the night that I came back to my senses, but by then you had recovered much and she promised you would soon wake up."

"Do you have any idea what she did to me back in the room."

"She knelt and prayed."

There wasn't much else I could get from Wanda, she might be an elite but beyond the physical there wasn't much she could be of service in.

Too occupied with Mirah's sorcery, the woman hadn't divulged the latest happenings to Denise and I told her to keep it so.

I had regained consciousness early in the morning, the outside was still dark but the time did nothing to Mirah's enthusiasm of our new relationship and her desire to please.

She heard me mention being hungry and without hesitation made her way to the kitchen.

A bit of light was coming through the blinds when we sat at the table, several morning dishes steaming in front of us.

"How did you make all of these so fast?" I was sure Wanda hadn't been helping her.

"I've had to take care of several kids at once, you can't be slow when feeding them else things would get messy."

Staring at Mirah, I found the smile on her face beautiful, warmth reaching my heart.

She no longer put on her nun robes, she tied her hair in a bundle and put on a loose black gown, the rosary perched on top of it.

Our early breakfast was a bit silent, probably because Wanda sat with us.

I could see Mirah had much to say but held herself back, just stealing glances at me with dreamy eyes.

"Schoolgirl love."

From a random older woman, it would have been really weird, but I deeply knew Mirah's purity.

Talks at the table were mostly compliments from me, the eggs and bacon my best, then when we were done, Mirah hastily cleared the table.

"Wanda,"

"Yes Sir."

"Go find Nadia, bring her back with you."

"Will you be okay?" I looked fine, but Wanda wasn't convinced of my well-being.

"Do you think she'll harm me again?"

"That woman is not normal." She looked towards the kitchen.

"Neither am I, haven't you figured that out."

Wanda hesitated.

"Can you also make me like that?"

"You want to be able to do sorcery?" I asked using the term she had labelled Mirah's actions as.

"Yes."

All humans had ambitions, Wanda had been with me for only a short time, but she had already noticed the abnormalities and of course how could she not be tempted.

She had firsthand been subjugated by a woman whom for all counts she could overpower with a single hand.

I wiggled my right fingers and, in an instant, had spell breaker appear in it, its muzzle pointed at her.

She took a step back, her composure giving way for slight fear.

"You mean something like this?"

Wanda nodded clearly not trusting her voice, her eyes fixed on the gun.

"What do you have to offer me?" I asked as the gun disappeared.

She might have just been speculating but now I put things clear on the table for the woman.

"My absolute loyalty." Wanda fell to one knee, her head bowed.

I raised a brow at the woman's actions.

"I never did an interview after you were hired but I'm curious, what's your ambition? You got released from the force so why come work for me instead of starting a family."

"One of the injuries I sustained during my time in service made me barren, a family is out of the question for me.

I came to you because the Madam promised me a thrill."

Wanda's revelation gave me an insight into Denise's thoughts and I smiled.

"Loyalty is good Wanda, but I need something deeper than that."

The woman looked up slightly confused, her thoughts temporarily strayed thinking of something but I was glad to see that she understood it was not an offering in my eyes.

"There is no rush, go do what I said, we'll talk about this another time."

Nodding, Wanda stood and excusing herself left the house.

I stayed seated in the living room for a few more minutes before Mirah returned, her eyes first on me before she looked around confused.

"Where is Wanda?"

"She has something to do so stepped out."

"Shame, I wanted to make cupcakes."

"Really, you prefer she be here with us."

Mirah went silent, her cheeks slightly heating up, then I tapped the space beside me.

Getting the cue, with her hands together, Mirah took a seat beside me, I turned to her but was surprised to see her look away.

She had her gaze on the window which was glowing from the rising sun and her nails snapped on each other.

"You clearly have something you want to tell me."

She nodded.

"Well, what is it?"

From the side I saw her cheeks flare and in a quiet tone she answered.

"Can we do it again?"

I opened my mouth to ask her to clarify but the words died in my throat as I understood what she was saying.

"You mean this?" My right hand stretched forward and cupped her breasts.

She didn't reply, but instead nodded and then she turned around, eyes closed and lips poised for a kiss.

"Basically, you want me to fuck you."

Mirah nodded once more still keeping her eyes closed and I was amused.

Clearly, she wanted me to initiate the process, do away with her clothes and start the action so she wouldn't be embarrassed but how could any of my women not be turned into my personal sluts.

"Close your eyes."

She tightened them further.

Getting up, I unbuckled my trousers, bringing my cock out, it was soft but could still be tagged as fat and I brought it to Mirah's lips.

Eagerly, she pressed forward expecting it to be my lips, but when the feel didn't match her eyes snapped open to stare at my swelling meat.