The room is still dark when Aidan Legate wakes up -- not from any alarm, but from the constancy of his circadian cycle. He reaches over to his nightstand and checks his phone. 5:47 AM, it reads, along with over 100 notifications that he happily ignores; a newfound privilege of retirement. Setting his phone aside and turning onto his back, he feels his naked erection push up against the blanket above him, then turns his eyes to his left and eyes the figure across the bed from him, asleep on her side.
Aidan pulls the covers down and leans up to leer at her naked, sleeping body, feeling his erection grow harder as he does so, seeing the black hair that runs down to the small of her back, the perky tits and rounded ass on an otherwise thin and petite frame, and a youthful, innocent Latina face, still wary from the rough treatments endured last night. Laying back down, he wraps his left arm underneath her neck and his right arm over her waist, pulling her towards him until her soft back rests against his hard chest. As she begins to stir, Aidan presses her body against his with his strong large hands, his arms locking her in place as he grinds his hard cock against her back. He feels a stir as he eyes their figures together from their shoulders to their legs, seeing her 4' 10" body enwrapped around his muscular 6' 5" figure. He grins feels her head turn to face his as her eyes open with wary submission. "Good morning, Camilla," he says as his fingers rub against her pussy lips.
She turns her head away and shakes in a mix of pleasure and fear "M..morning sir." In the past, she would have addressed him by his first name, but their relationship has since changed. Now, she has little choice but to submit to his whims, a fact that Aidan uses guiltlessly to his pleasure and advantage. He slides his fingers inside her and rolls against her walls effortless against the soaking juices as he elicits a moan from her. A few moments later, his cock pushes into her cunt, always with great effort at first as her walls stretch open completely to accommodate his thick girth, feeling his shaft squeezed completely by her muscles. He gives a hard thrust as she groans out in both pleasure and pain, and thrusts again and again, his hips pushing forward with relentless force. He can tell she is not quite ready for this roughness just yet but does not care. Every one of Aidan's girls gets a different treatment; with Camilla it is one of total control and whim. He feels her struggling against his sudden force. "Sir, please," she begins to exclaim, before Aidan covers her mouth with his left hand and slaps her cheek with the other, stifling all opposition. He turns her body downwards to face the bed as he lies over her, pinning her down as he continues to take her with greater and greater ease. Her pussy walls grow wetter still as his cock slides in and out effortlessly, her writhes beneath him now a response to the growing pleasure she is experiencing, until soon enough Aidan feels her body tense up in a familiar stance; her muscles clamping on his shaft, and her figure shaking uncontrollably beneath his like a trance. A few moments later, Aidan releases into her, feeling his pent up morning tension finally dissipating as he indulges in the sensations from his cock spreading through the rest of his body.
After a few moments, Aidan gives her ass a slap, waking her from her daze as he addresses her sternly. "Get me a set of gym clothes. Now." Camilla looks up at him and hesitates for a moment, but a quick glance at Aidan's cold glare sets her into action as she gets up and returns with a tank top, boxers, gym shorts, and socks in her arms, extended out for him silently. Aidan takes them and begins to dress.
"When I'm back, I expect the bed made and my suit for the day laid out on top, understood?"