Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 116 Company's Report

I turned to Paige, my voice steady and authoritative. "Paige, I need you to go to the company and assess the situation. Begin the process of integrating it directly into our Immortal Enterprises. Make sure everything is in order and ready for the transition. Additionally, prepare to move our base of operations to Beverly Hills. It's time we expand our reach and solidify our power."

Paige nodded, understanding the gravity of her new responsibilities. "I'll take care of it, Jack. You can count on me," she replied, her voice filled with determination and loyalty.

Together, we made our way to the garage, where a sleek, black car awaited us. We slid into the plush leather seats, the engine purring to life as we set off toward our home. The cityscape blurred past the windows, the world outside a mere backdrop to our ambitions.

Upon arriving at our residence, Paige put the car in park and turned to me. "I'll drop you off here and head straight to the company. I want to get started on this immediately."

I gave her an approving nod, feeling a sense of pride and confidence in her abilities. "I know you won't let me down, Paige. Go, take control, and make our empire even stronger."

With a final, reassuring smile, Paige pulled away, the car disappearing down the driveway as she set off toward her new conquest. I watched her go, already envisioning the grandeur of our future in Beverly Hills, the next step in our unstoppable rise to power.

I stepped inside the house, the familiar surroundings enveloping me as I ventured further into the home, I noticed Margaret, diligently engrossed in her tasks. She hadn't noticed my presence, her focus entirely on the work at hand. I took a moment to observe her, appreciating her dedication and the grace with which she carried herself.

I paused, taking a moment to observe her, admiring the dedication she brought to her responsibilities. There was a certain grace in the way she carried herself, a quiet efficiency in her movements that I found captivating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and appreciation for her unwavering commitment.

With a soft smile playing on my lips, I approached her from behind, my footsteps muffled by the thick, plush carpeting that adorned the floor. I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her in a warm, gentle embrace.

Margaret let out a soft gasp of surprise, her body tensing briefly before melting into my touch. I could feel the tension in her shoulders slowly ebbing away as she leaned back against me, her form fitting perfectly against mine.

"Master..." she murmured, her voice a soft, breathy whisper of acknowledgment and submission.

I pressed a tender kiss to her lips, savoring the brief moment of connection before pulling away just enough to speak. "Where are your sisters?" I asked, my voice low and steady.

Margaret looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the computer screen in front of her. "Master, they are sleeping in the bedroom," she replied, her voice equally soft and steady.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Let them rest for now," I said, guiding her to sit down with me on the nearby couch, my arms still wrapped around her. "Now, tell me, my dear secretary, how are things at the company? What has been happening since I've been away?"

As I settled onto the plush couch, I noticed Stella silently make her way into the kitchen. She moved with a grace and efficiency that was almost mesmerizing, her curvaceous form navigating the space with ease. Without a word, she began preparing breakfast for us, her actions smooth and practiced.

She worked quickly and quietly, ensuring that her activities did not disturb the peaceful atmosphere of the morning. The sounds of her work were subtle and soothing—the soft clink of pots and pans, the gentle hum of the refrigerator as she retrieved ingredients, and the steady rhythm of her movements as she chopped, stirred, and cooked. Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

I turned my attention to Margaret as she took a deep breath, her mind shifting from the immediate tasks at hand to the broader scope of the company's activities.

She began her report, her voice steady and confident as she detailed the recent events and developments. "Julie and the others have handled everything smoothly, Master. All the necessary tasks have been completed, and all loose ends have been tied up."

"With SERA's help, all the artificial humans are already in the process of moving the company to our new office in Beverly Hills. The transition is well underway, and everything is proceeding according to plan."

I listened intently, taking in the information and processing the implications. As Margaret finished her report, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, dialing SERA's dedicated line. "SERA," I said, my voice commanding yet calm, "What's the current situation with the office in Beverly Hills?"

SERA's response was immediate, the AI's voice crisp and efficient. "Master, tomorrow all employees will shift to Beverly Hills and operate from there. I have already contacted a reputable decoration company, and they have completed the decoration of both the mansion you purchased and the new company office. Everything is in order and awaiting your arrival."

With every other matter attended to, the only remaining task was to address the situation with Jessica's husband and daughter. I leaned back against the couch, my mind drifting to the lingering issue as Margaret snuggled against me, her warmth igniting a familiar heat in my loins.

There was no rush, I decided. After all, what could they possibly do against me? They were mere playthings in a game where I held all the power.

I let my hand wander, tracing the curve of Margaret's breast as I considered my options. Dealing with Jessica's family would be simpler once we had completed our move to Beverly Hills. Let them scurry about, trying to make sense of their pitiful existence while I indulged in the pleasures of my empire.

A wicked smile played on my lips as I envisioned their futile attempts to challenge me. They would be like mice trying to fight a lion, utterly helpless and outmatched. I could almost taste their despair, their realization that they were nothing more than insignificant specks in my grand design. I felt my cock harden at the thought of their humiliation, their ultimate defeat.

Margaret shifted in my arms, her hand brushing against my growing erection. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust and devotion. "Master, let me take care of that for you," she purred, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me through the fabric of my pants.

I groaned, my mind flickering between the image of Jessica's family begging for mercy and the sensation of Margaret's skilled touch. Yes, I would deal with them eventually, but for now, I had more pressing needs to attend to. I had an empire to build, a queen to the crown, and an eager mouth to fuck.

I stood up, my cock aching for release as I towered over Margaret. "On your knees," I commanded, my voice thick with desire. She complied eagerly, her eyes never leaving mine as she sank to the floor before me. I unfastened my pants, freeing my cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

As Margaret took my cock into her mouth, I was consumed by an overwhelming sense of power and satisfaction. The world was mine to conquer, and I would take everything I desired without mercy or restraint. I looked down at her, watching as she struggled to take my entire length into her throat, her eyes watering with the effort.

"That's it, my little slut," I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance. "Choke on my cock. Show me how much you want to please your master."

Margaret gagged, her body convulsing as she fought to accommodate my size. The sound of her desperate, muffled cries filled the room, a symphony of submission that only served to heighten my arousal. "Aggggh... aagggghh... nggggggh..." she choked out, her voice a garbled mess of servitude and desire.