by Jamie Knight
I closed my eyes and moaned softly, sinking into the feeling like a warm bath. If that was what Adam called a punishment, he could torment me every day!
My knees went weak, making me hold onto the desk to keep from going down onto my knees. Not that I thought Adam wouldn't like that. He seemed to really like me when I was prone.
Instead, he took me by the hips and turned me so that I was facing him and straddling him in his chair. One hand on my bare hip, he unzipped his pants and pressed the head of his cock against my demolished pussy.
After taking Adam's entire hand inside me, his cock didn't seem so intimidating anymore and I managed to take the entire thing easily as I sat on his lap, face to face with him. He gave me a sweet kiss, and then he made me bounce.
He moved me up and down the length of his cock with his hands on my hips like I weighed nothing. I let out a yelp of surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck for extra support. As I became used to the novelty of the approach, I really started to enjoy it.
We came in perfect unison, me against him and he inside me. He took his cock out of my pussy in time to blast it all over the rest of my body. He kissed me deep and long and I could almost feel the love radiating off of him. But it could have just been my overactive imagination.
“I brought cookies,” I said, when he finally broke away.
“What kind?” he asked.
“White chocolate macadamia nut. Astrid's specialty.”
“Yummy.”
Chapter Sixteen - Adam
We tried to meet in the middle. I knew Morgan missed her baby and could hardly blame her. She couldn't live in the same area they did. The show just wouldn't work like that.
Bateman may have been an upper son in terms of the industry, replaced by the far more grateful Sara, but I still had Murdoch to deal with and his reasoning only extended so far. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't visit.
So, we worked out a system in which she would be with me five days, and with her daughter two. She chose Tuesday and Sunday for the visits because that's when viewership was the lowest and no one would really notice if not very much happened. The best laid plans of mice and men.
“Hello, Pet,” I said today, as I walked into the living room.
“Master,” Morgan said, without feeling.
“What's going on?”
“Nothing, Master. I'm sorry. Forget it.”
“Never. Something is upsetting you. and I want to know what it is right now.”
“Okay. Can we go into the bedroom?” Morgan asked, eyeing the camera set up by the door.
I could almost hear the audience wolf whistling as we headed up. I seriously doubted that Morgan had any such thing on her mind. Humans could be a very strange species sometimes.
“She's not adjusting well anymore,” Morgan said, sitting on the bed with some weight.
“What's wrong?”
“I’m not sure. She just seems really fussy, which isn't like her. Astrid is doing all she can, and I see her as much as possible, but I think it is more than that. I think the vacation is over and she wants to go home.”
“Do you?” I asked.
“I don't know. I know I want Freya to be happy. If that means taking her home, I guess I'm just going to have to. Even if I lose out on all the money. And even though I’ll really miss you.”
She looked up at me as she said this, and it seemed as if she was going to try.
“I’m not sure what else I can work out. I managed to put an end to Bateman's reign of terror, but there is still Murdoch to deal with.”
“Who?”
“Sorry, insider information. Murdoch is the boss at the studio running the show. At least he was until recently. Bateman was the piece of shit who ran the faked promo. I already had an investment in the studio. Something Bateman would remind me of, clearly not gasping the significance himself. It was simply a matter of buying enough available shares to get controlling interest. Murdoch is protected and cannot be moved. Bateman was easy enough to get rid of.”
“You fired someone because they hurt my feelings?” Morgan asked, seeming both stunned and touched.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“But don't you need him? I mean, wasn't he important if he was running a show?”
“He was a wastrel. Besides which, I've already replaced him with someone far more agreeable. But still. You can't leave without losing the money.”
“I already know that and said that. I'm really sick of having that held over my head,” she said with anger.
“I know. I’m just saying that I would change it if I could. But it's in the contract. Even I can't change that. The terms are clear and not made entirely by me. I wrote some of it and approved others, but much of it was the brainchild of the studio lawyers.”
“I wish I could just get her away, even for a while.”
“But…”
“But I don't want to leave you. Fuck the money. I don't give a shit anymore. I love my daughter, and I love my friend, and I, um, care about you. There, I fucking said it. I can't believe I said it, but there it is. I care about you. I love the way you look. I love the way you smell. I love the way you talk. I love how you don't give a shit about what anyone thinks. I love how you have all these cool talents no one person should have at once. I love your cooking. I love how you touch me, even when it's rough. I love how you make me feel. So, yes, I care about you very much and I don’t want to leave.”
She sobbed softly into my chest. I held her gently, stroking her hair. I was shocked, but also insanely happy. It was time for a confession of my own.
“I care about you, too.”
“You do?” Morgan asked, trying to look at me, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Of course I do. How could I not? You're perfect. Or, at least perfect for me, in every way that really matters. Someone with my philosophy really needs to have their priorities in order. You meet all the big ones. You have for a while now. I first felt something when I saw your application. It sounds silly. It wasn't love at first sight, but I was certainly interested and the more I got to know you, the more my interest grew until I came to feel this way about you. I have just come to care about you even more ever since. I want you. I want to take care of you and Freya.”
“Should we tell the studio where to go?”
“Is that what you want? I really do want you to be happy and take care of you. You don't have to worry about the million. I am willing to devote my entire fortune to you if it would make you happy or even make your life just a little easier. It's kind of an accident that I have it any way. I really don't care what happens to it. It is really only a means to an end, anyway. You are the best end I can think of. If that doesn't sound too pompous. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is people who get above themselves. Really, we are all the same in-”
She kissed me passionately. Not the way we usually did when we were playing, but a strong, ferocious kiss with the burning power of true love behind it. It actually knocked me down onto the bed.
“Master?” Morgan asked, putting on her pet voice.
“Yes, my pet?”
“What are your thoughts on the subject of being a switch?”
“I've never really thought about it but I’m willing to give it a try.”
Undoing my pants and unleashing my cock, Morgan got on top of me and pulled her panties aside. Lowering herself down by truly tortuous increments, she sat herself down onto my throbbing cock, the majority of the shaft disappearing into her beautiful pussy.
Leaning forward and laying her warm hands on my chest, she started to move. Awkwardly raising and lowering herself on, she slid her pussy the length of my cock and then back again. I got the feeling she had never been on top before, and if such was the case, she was doing very well for a beginner.
She threw her head back as she rode, the sound of joy unlimited in its volume and intensity. Finally, she came, collapsing on top of me. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, Morgan slithered her way a
long the length of my body to a kneeling position between my knees, as though she was saying prayers to my cock.
Taking my slick shaft in her hand, she gave oral benediction, swirling her tongue around the head, softly, slowly, working her way gradually down until nearly half the shaft was in her mouth. With a deep breath of preparation, she deep throated me, far exceeding where her gag reflex should have been. Massaging my balls, one in each hand, she went for the gusto.
Swallowing down my cum like it was nothing, she leaned back, wiping the excess load from her lips and sucking it from her fingers provocatively.
“Master?” she asked again, still in a pet voice.
“Yes, my sweet little pet?"”
“Will you please demolish me?”
“Of course, my darling."
Lovingly caressing her cheek, I scooped Morgan up into my arms and deposited her onto the bed. Ripping away the dress she was wearing with my bare hands, I repeated the process with her bra and panties. Morgan let out a little yelp, followed by a giggle, with each one.
Dropping my head between her legs, I licked her almost to orgasm. Repeating the process until she was literally begging me, I allowed her to cum, using a finger and tongue combination that made her scream in a most delightful way.
When she was ready, I took her legs, placing them over my shoulders. I took her arms, crossing them at the wrists, and wrapped my hand around both to hold them in place. Pinning my sweet pet in place, I slipped inside her, pushing in until my pelvis pressed up against her wet little cunt. Her eyes glistened as she looked at me begging me to ravage her without needing to say a word.
Rearing back, the ring of the head pushed to her pussy lips from the inside. I pounded inside her. Pulling back again, I slammed in again. I repeated this slamming motion a few more times, making her yelp and gasp with each. I started pounding her a bit faster. I was working her like a piston, her cries and screams letting me know just how much she loved it.
Yanking out from inside her in the nick of time, I fed her my cock, unleashing a river of cum down her eager throat. My beloved pet took it all like a champ. I was so proud of her. She deserved a reward.
Stroking the outside of her pussy as I kissed her, I subtly moved my hand so that my fingers were angled toward her pussy, and then I began the slow progress forward. She gasped and looked down as I got up to the second knuckle.
“Oh!”
“Just relax, my pet,” I coaxed.
“Yes, Master.”
Morgan lay back, letting out a long breath, clearly trying to relax. It really did make a difference, the more relaxed her muscles were, the easier things would go. I got up to my palm without incident. There was a bit of bother getting my thumb past.
Morgan bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming lest it make me stop. Getting in up to the wrist again, I stroked her pelvis as I worked my hand in her pussy, coaxing her to a nearly blackout orgasm.
Gently cleaning us both off, I held her and kissed her until she recovered enough to stand. Going to the closet, I picked out another outfit for her. Morgan stood perfectly still as I dressed her.
“I want you to go to the other wing and get your daughter. Pack up what you want to take and wait for me there. I will be there as soon as I can.”
“Yes, Master.”
I kissed her tenderly and Morgan went off to fulfill my instructions. Once she was gone, I zipped up and went to do what needed to be done come hell or high water.
The submarine sound came out of my computer, the call icon in the middle. It didn't take long. Murdoch was on the screen in living color. His tie was a grave affront to both God and man alike.
“What is it this time, Leary?”
“I'm sorry, does the phrase ‘controlling interest’ mean anything to you?”
“Certainly. It means that I am retiring in three days, so I don't have to put up with any more of your shit.”
“Oh, good, so we can speak frankly then and not like a couple of bullshitters.”
“Indeed,” Murdoch said.
“I'm out. The show is over. Morgan is going home and you toe-rags can all go fuck yourselves.”
“I see. Well I must say, that is a revolt. We were going to end filming tomorrow as we already have all the footage we need. Including the cameras that we had planted in your bedroom. Very interesting, I must say.”
“Sara will never allow that,” I said.
“She is just a showrunner. My influence goes much further than that. I won't be in power much longer, but it will be long enough to ruin you. Just like you did to Bateman."
“You can’t do that.”
“We can do whatever we want and so can you. Good day, Mr. Leary.”
It was even faster to execute my next plan than I had thought. I knew I had a good memory, but I was close to setting the world record. I had experience, of course. Not that anyone else knew that. Encryption was the first thing I learned and I had only gotten better with age. The CIA couldn't track me down with the protections I was using. According to Shonna, they had already tried.
It felt a bit weird wearing shades in the dark, but screen burn would have been even worse. The streams ran across the screen. I couldn't believe how basic the system was. It was like UNIX but older. It said more about the security head than the company itself, but I still had to laugh. It really was too easy.
Click. Delete. Click. Delete.
Every file marked WhoWants.Billionaire disappeared behind an untraceable firewall. I tried to imagine Murdoch's face when they told him. Knowing him, he would try to come after me. It was interesting how often weak little men had threats and retribution as their default. Almost as though they were trying to compensate for something.
It made sense. I hadn't touched the rest of the company's mainframe and Murdoch was one of maybe three people on Earth who knew that I had done time for hacking. That was before I really figured out how to cover myself. I would be the prime suspect. Too bad he couldn't prove anything.
Besides, it would sound absolutely absurd for the person with controlling interest to attack their own company. Even if I hadn't hacked the registry and deleted my prison record. It could be considered too much to also send an unedited version of Murdoch's financial records to the IRS, but he had made the mistake of messing with someone I loved.
When I next saw Morgan, she looked great. Realistically, she hadn't really changed since I last saw her two hours before, but my perspective had changed somewhat since then. Complete and glorious victory over an enemy could do that.
“Ah-am?” Freya asked.
“Close enough, little one,” I said.
“The champion returns,” Astrid said, with just an edge of snark.
“You have no idea how true that is.”
“What did you do?” Morgan asked.
“Something I could get arrested for were I not terribly, frighteningly clever.”
“You didn't kill anyone, did you?” Astrid asked with surprising gravitas.
“Oh, my God, no!”
"Glad to hear it," Morgan said.
“I just made them wish they were dead.”
“Much better,” Astrid said.
“That's not all. I have a surprise.”
I brought the baseball bats out from behind my back, three in all, the business ends laid across my left hand as if they were flowers.
“Most guys just get flowers,” Astrid said.
“I like to think outside the box. I thought before we left you might like to wantonly destroy all of the very expensive recording equipment the studios installed around the house.”
“Absolutely,” Morgan said, with surprising enthusiasm.
I handed her one of the bats and she went running out through the still open door to begin the festivities.
“What do you say," I asked, extending a bat to Astrid handle first. "Up for some righteous destruction?”
“Oh, hell yeah!”
Astrid grabbed the bat and followed Morgan, l
eaving just me and Freya in the second wing.
“Ah-am?”
“It's Adam, but that's still very close.”
“Oh.”
Bending down, I scooped her up and held her close in the hip-hold I remembered my mother carrying me around in and went for the door. Baby on one side, baseball bat on the other.
“Come one, little one. Let's teach you a valuable lesson about consequences.”
Chapter Seventeen - Morgan
It was an absurd amount of fun. I went for the camera by the door first. Making sure to give it the finger first, I swung high and hard, knocking it clean off the base and onto the floor. I swung down several more times, reducing the camera to an ovule of splintered plastic.
As I turned in search of another victim, Astrid came in behind me and made for the kitchen. Her technique was a bit different. Knocking the camera off the wall with the bat, she lay into it with her boots, crushing it even more than I had managed to.
“Leave some for me,” I heard a familiar voice call out.
“Adam!” I exclaimed, hugging the side that wasn't holding Freya, giving them both an enthusiastic kiss.
Setting Freya up in the living room of the main part of the house with a servant to watch over her, we continued on our path of destruction, knocking out every camera and microphone we could find. A great sense of catharsis came with every pile of deconstructed plastic left in our wake.
Freya cheered us on from her spot in the living room whenever she could see or hear us. It felt nice to finally find an activity we could all do together.
It was what she had wanted. I had actually asked Freya if she wanted to go home or with me and Adam and she had said home. As it was said, so it was done. Adam arranged the jet to pick us up in the morning and Shonna to drive us back to the apartment.
Astrid seemed happy to be going home too, even if it was my home, at least for a while. We were basically sisters anyway, so it really didn't make much of a difference.
The plane wasn't quite big enough. It was fine for short range, but didn't have the fuel capacity for intercontinental. That required something a bit bigger. If it also happened to have flight attendants with awesome accents and first class seating, that was even better.