A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 564 564

The grand hall glittered with gold and jade, incomparable in luxury to the shop in Kenton County.

Rosie stood at the center, clad in a bright red cheongsam.

The dress was quite seductive.

Her delicate, fair-skinned arms were completely exposed.

The tight cheongsam hugged her shapely bust and willow-like waist.

The slits in the dress were cut high.

Almost reaching up to her thighs.

Her straight, long legs were partly hidden, making onlookers steal a few more glances.

But that wasn't the main attraction; the focus was the two rows of staff in front of Rosie.

All dressed in emerald green cheongsams, in a design similar to Rosie's, only differing in color.

These two rows, nearly twenty beautiful service staff, all over 1.7 meters tall, were curvaceous and stunning, each one an exceptional beauty.

"Welcome to Elysian Fields."

The rows of beauties bowed at ninety degrees, loudly greeting Dirk Carter in unison.

"Are you stuck at the sight of so many beautiful women?"

Ewan Forrest teased from the side.

Dirk Carter chuckled, grabbing Ewan's waist, and said, "No beauty compares to our Rose Twins."

"Such a sweet talker."

Even though she knew it wasn't sincere.

It still pleased Ewan greatly to hear it.

After so long apart, she couldn't deny the inner stirrings of her heart, yet compared to Rose Forrest, elder sister Ewan was still more reserved, controlling her almost overflowing emotions.

"What do you think? Satisfied?"

Rosie asked with a charming smile.

Dirk nodded, "Impressive, much better than the place in Kenton County. Long time no see, Rosie. You've grown even prettier."

Rosie smiled gently and responded, "Why not take a bath and change clothes first? The guest you asked me to arrange will be arriving soon; meet him freshened up."

Dirk nodded, "Alright."

Under Rosie's guidance,

Dirk arrived at the door of a private bath.

She gestured toward the door, "Everything's ready inside. You can go in."

"You're not joining me for the bath?"

Dirk joked.

Rosie chuckled softly, "The guest will arrive any moment; if I join you, who will take care of the arrangements? Don't worry, go on in, someone's waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

Dirk asked in confusion.

After Rosie turned and left,

Dirk pushed open the bathroom door.

Similar to the private bath at The Tonight Club, only larger and more lavishly decorated.

Upon entering, there was a changing room, with a robe already neatly folded on the table.

Pushing aside the curtains, steam rose in swirls.

In the center of the bath, lay a woman's silhouette.

Her long hair was completely soaked, giving her a unique allure.

Her back appeared smooth and fair, decorated with droplets of water.

Beneath the clear water, hints of her naked body were visible.

Her full hips and fair long legs, though distorted by the water, were still captivating.

"Catherine, is that you?"

Dirk stepped into the water to ask.

The woman turned suddenly, and as expected, it was Catherine Sawyer.

Under the warm water, Catherine's face was flushed.

Tears lingered at her eyes.

Her ample bosom bobbed half above the water, half submerged, glowing pink from the warmth, highly alluring.

She splashed through the water, rushing to Dirk,

hugging his waist firmly, pressing her face and chest against him, speaking emotionally, "Master, you suffered."

She nestled softly in his embrace.

Dirk laughed heartily, "Not at all, I'm perfectly fine. How come you're here?"

Catherine lifted her head, "I came over as soon as you got into trouble ten days ago. Rosie said we couldn't reveal ourselves, so I've been waiting here. I feared I might never see you again..."

"Silly girl, don't cry. Look at me, I'm all intact."

Dirk laughed.

Among all the women involved with Dirk, Catherine was the most loyal and caring, viewing him not as a lover or boyfriend, but truly as her master.

Catherine nodded slightly.

"Master, lie down, let Catherine wash you."

With those words,

she had Dirk lie in the bath, taking a towel to meticulously wash every inch of him.

In the detention center, there hadn't been a good bath.

After arriving in Argentum, he endured the 'battle of Yanshan'.

Exhaustion finally found release at this moment.

Catherine washed diligently, missing no inch of skin, carefully cleaning even between the creases and folds.

Watching her graceful, busy form before him,

even Dirk's restraint waned.

A surge of power rushed to his loins, pressing against Catherine's lower abdomen.

Catherine naturally noticed the evident change, blushing, asking, "Master, do you need Catherine to serve you?"

"It's been a while, do you want it?"

Dirk teased, playing with her chest.

Catherine nodded shyly, "Yes."

"When you couldn't see me, how did you manage when you wanted it?"

Dirk inquired with interest.

Flustered, Catherine blushed even deeper red.

Lowering her head, she whispered, "I... I have your photo. When... feelings arose, I would look at it... then... handle it by hand..."

Upon hearing this,

Dirk took Catherine's hand, "Come on, let your master take care of you today..."

The two moved to the massage bed alongside the bath.

Dirk placed his hands on Catherine's waist, lifting her onto the bed.

Then,

he spread her legs apart.

Her delicate flower was exposed before him.

Dirk crouched down, teasingly using his hand, clearly seeing droplets seeping out despite herself, picking some up with his fingers.

"Today, let me serve you,"

he said, moving his face closer.

Seeing this,

Catherine quickly covered herself with a hand.

Alarmed, she said, "Master, let me serve you. You should rest."

"You've had it tough; let me pamper you."

With those words,

he gently removed Catherine's blocking hand, kissing her deeply...

At first, Catherine's face showed only shyness and anxiety, but after mere seconds, her facial muscles began spasming, a wave of excitement surging forth from the depths of her petals.

With a deep sigh,

her entire body relaxed on the massage bed.

A soft moan escaped her throat as she said, "Master, you're amazing..."

With that tease concluded,

came the real storm.

Lasting a whole hour,

Catherine experienced wave after wave of climactic upheaval.

By the time they stopped, Catherine couldn't even muster the strength to stand.

Her heaving chest rose and fell dramatically.

Her body quivered uncontrollably.

Her mouth gaped, with drool unrestrainably flowing.

Finally took about ten minutes to gradually regain consciousness from the haze.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Dirk asked, tracing a finger over her tender skin.

Catherine took a deep breath, nodding shyly, "Master, you're as vigorous as before."

"Nonsense, I'm even more vigorous now, don't you think?"

Dirk protested.

Catherine giggled,

"Master, don't exaggerate. You still have several people to attend to today."

At her words,

Dirk felt a slight headache.

Ewan and Rose were still outside.

And don't forget Rosie, quite the formidable character herself.

In another light, having many women isn't always a good thing...