by B. B. Hamel
I writhed and moaned under him, but he pressed me back again, making the whole wall shake. A couple of records fell from their slots, scattering onto the ground. He reacted by pulling me roughly off the shelf, turning me, and bending me over, pressing my face into the record sleeves.
He slapped my ass and pressed his cock deep inside of me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.
He began to fuck me from behind slamming me against the wall. He slapped my ass again, harder, and I knew that was going to leave a red handprint. I moaned, totally enraptured by the way he was taking me, throwing me around, using me. I loved it and couldn’t get enough.
He pounded into me, the slapping of skin filling the room. He slapped my ass hard then grabbed my hair, shoving me up against the wall. More records fell from their spots, clattering to the floor.
“You’re going to clean that up when we’re through,” he said. “You make me do this, you filthy girl. I can’t control myself around this pussy. You’re too fucking perfect, too fucking tight. Your ass looks incredible with my handprint on it.”
“You asshole,” I moaned, pushing back against him, loving it, rolling my hips against him.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “I knew you wanted more, you dirty girl.” He shoved me hard and I pushed back, slamming my hips against him, taking his cock deep inside of me. More records fell. He pressed my face down against the shelf, knocking over a lamp and a clock. I moaned as he pulled me back up, turning me around.
He took my hips and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pressed me down on top of him, straddling his hips. I slowly lowered down onto his shaft, sliding all along him while he held my hair.
“Ride that cock, girl,” he said. We were both sweating already from the strain and intensity, but I did as he commanded. I rode up and down, sliding along his shaft as he teased my nipples and slapped my ass. I rolled my hips, moving faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper.
“Come on, girl,” he grunted. “You can do better than that. Ride that fucking cock.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. I rode faster, twisting my hips, sliding along him.
“Pathetic,” he said. “Let me fucking show you how it’s done.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me off, throwing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, moaning, as he pinned me down and fucked me hard.
I stared at his incredible muscular body, pleasure jolting through me, and I knew I was close. He began to work my clit with his thumb and I knew that was going to be the end of me. I was hovering on the brink and the way he touched me was about to push me over.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “I can hear it in your moans. Ask me first. Beg me.”
“Please, daddy,” I moaned. “Let me come.”
“You dirty slut,” he grunted. “Beg me.”
“I want to come on your big cock. Please, let me. I need it so badly. I’ve been thinking about it all day long, touching myself. That’s why I’m always wet.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come for me. Now. Come for me.”
His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, and I let myself tip over the edge.
My whole body tensed as the orgasm washed over me violently. He fucked me deep, insistent, unrelenting like an animal. I came hard as his cock filled me, my whole body a mess of pleasure and incredible intensities all climaxing on him.
I lost myself in that moment, and everything was clear for me. I didn’t care about anything else but Carter and his thick cock deep between my legs. Nothing else was important to me as I came as he worked me, pushed me, made me feel things I never dreamed of.
“Good girl,” he said as the orgasm slowly ended.
“That was . . . “
He grinned. “I know. But you’re not done yet.”
I blinked at him. “What?”
He moved back and grabbed my hips, spinning me around again and putting me on all fours. “I told you I wanted to taste every inch of you,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m going to fuck your ass and come inside of it.”
“Carter,” I said.
“You’re mine. You know that?”
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Give me what’s mine.”
“Okay. Fuck me.”
I watched as he spit into his hand and wiped it all over his cock then pressed himself against me. Slowly he pushed deep into my ass, filling me.
I moaned into a pillow, shocked. I’d never had a man fuck me that way before, and at first it hurt. But once he was deep inside and began to slowly slide in and out, that pain mixed with pleasure in the greatest way imaginable.
“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t know I’d like this.”
“I did,” he said softly. “You’re a dirty fucking girl. You need to have every single hole fucked and filled with my cum.”
“I do,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I’d admit to, but I needed it. I was dripping wet and filled with pleasure as he fucked my ass.
“God damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can’t decide what’s better. This virgin ass or your incredible cunt. Fuck girl, I’m close.”
“Come inside of me,” I begged him. “Do it. Come inside of me.”
He leaned over me, grabbing my hair and tipping my head back. “You’ll always be mine."
“Yes,” I moaned.
I felt him come then, deep inside of me. It was a strange sensation, but felt pretty damn good as he groaned and tensed, filling me with his cock.
Slowly we finished and collapsed onto the couch together. We were both drenched in sweat and panting from the workout we just went through. That was the most intense and incredible sex of my life, something way beyond what I’d ever experienced before.
I felt like I’d given myself to him completely and truly. It wasn’t just that he fucked me in ways I’d never had before, but that I was willing to do whatever he wanted. It all felt good, and he was teaching me about myself, making me open up in ways I never expected.
“God damn, you’re amazing,” he said after a time.”
“You’re okay yourself.”
He grinned and kissed me. “I’ve never been like this before.”
“Like what?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t.”
“In love.”
“You . . . “ I trailed off, surprised.
“I love you, Emily. I think you already knew that.”
I felt tears spring to my eyes and felt like a total idiot. I couldn’t believe I was actually about to cry just because he told me that he loved me.
I kissed him instead of letting the tears fall. We kissed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s bodies, enjoying the silence and the emotions.
“I love you too,” I said finally, once I got a hold of myself.
“I’m not going to let you go,” he said simply.
“Why would you have to?”
“I met with Bruce today.”
I blinked, surprise. “What happened?”
“He gave me an ultimatum, like we thought he would. He wants me to step down from the company and leave the country or else he’ll destroy it all and release everything he has.”
“Wouldn’t that hurt him?”
“He doesn’t seem to care about that. Thinks he can still make a profit from some insider trading scheme.” He shook his head, his face lined with concern. “He’s insane, Emily. Or at least he’s much more reckless than I ever dreamed.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I have a plan. It’s a long shot and won’t be comfortable. But I need you to know that no matter what happens, I want you with me.”
“I’m with you,” I said softly.
“Things could get bad for a while.”
“Are you going to give in to them?”
He pause then shook his head. “Not exactly.”
“Cart
er.”
“Just trust me. I need to speak with your mother and explain things to her.”
“She trusts you, you know. She always speaks very highly of you.”
He grinned. “She warned me to stay away from you.”
“I bet she did. She said the same thing to me about you.”
“I’m sure.”
“We didn’t listen.”
“No. Looks like we didn’t.”
“This is crazy. How can we have a relationship?”
“I’ll divorce your mother.”
“Even still. It’ll be a scandal.”
“It won’t matter.”
“We’ll be all over the news.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m worried, Carter.”
“I’ll protect you. I promise. I’ll shield you from it all.”
“How?”
“I’m a very resourceful man, Emily.” He kissed me softly with a smile.
I sighed. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“I’m sure you don’t. But what choice do you have? You’re head over heels for me.”
“I didn’t say that,” I said. “Just a general love. You know, a normal one.”
“Oh right, sure. I think you’re over the moon with love for me.”
“No, more like over a bridge. At best. Maybe a small mountain.”
He laughed and kissed me. “I’m crazy about you and I won’t let anything happen to you. Get it?”
“Got it.”
He kissed me again then slowly stood up. I groaned, frowning. “Just stay here,” I said. “For a little longer.”
“I can’t,” he said, smiling. “I need to find your mom and talk to her about this.”
“She’s still at the office.”
“Well, I’ll call her and get her to come home. This will be over soon enough and your mom can find a man that deserves her.”
I blinked and stared at him for a second then laughed. “Are you serious?”
“What?”
“My mom’s gay. You know that, right?”
“Wait . . . what?”
“Yeah, Carter. She’s gay.”
He stared at me then laughed. “You’re kidding? I had no clue.”
“You two never talked about it?”
“Never. I just never thought to ask, and she never brought anyone around . . . “He shrugged. “I guess it explains a lot.”
“Like what?”
“Like how she’s not deeply attracted to me.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Get out of here, idiot.”
“Gay. Huh.” He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re all full of surprises.”
I laughed as he got dressed. He smiled and kissed me again before heading out, shutting the door behind him.
I got dressed slowly, lazily. I put on another Bowie record, this time dropping the needle right on the song Heroes. I listen to it as I put on my clothes then sat at the bar while the track finished.
I didn’t know what Carter was going to do, but I had to trust him. I had no other choice, really, but I truly did believe he would do what he thought was best. Maybe he’d step down, but I doubted that was all he’d do.
I loved him, and he loved me. That revelation was still fresh in my mind, and I felt like I was reeling from it. The feeling inside of me had happened so fast, came out of nowhere and turned into something unstoppable. At first I thought it was just lust, but I knew what it really was as time went by.
It was love, pure and simple. I hated being away from him and only felt truly good when he was around. Maybe it happened quickly, but it was based on something deep, something more than just lust.
Maybe that was the attraction at first, the forbidden aspect of our relationship. But quickly things changed and although we still both clearly loved that very forbidden and taboo dark aspect of what we had, that wasn’t everything anymore. I loved the person he showed me slowly as he opened up over the days.
The intense crisis surrounding us made that unfolding much more intense and fast. What might have taken months under normal circumstances took only weeks in our situation. There was still a lot of growing and bonding to do, but I knew that I couldn’t do it with anyone but him. Carter was the man for me, and there was no questioning that.
Sure, he was my fake stepfather, but that didn’t matter. It was almost over. I believed him when he said that he was going to finish it. Good or bad, victory or defeat, I was with Carter. I didn’t love him for his money and his connections. I loved him because he was brilliant and powerful despite all of that stuff.
He was his own man and he was going to be my man.
I stood, stretched, and climbed off the stool. When the song finished, I turned off the turntable, put away the record, and straightened up the room. I smiled to myself the whole time.
I loved him and he loved me. Now he just needed to finish it once and for all.
26
Carter
I lingered in front of Evelyn’s desk, not wanting to go through with it.
I hated this plan. I hated every part of it, even though I couldn’t see a better way out. I hashed it out with Evelyn all the night before, and Emily even came up to offer her opinion. Neither of them wanted me to do it, but they both understood why I felt like I had to. As far as I could tell, there were no other good choices. No matter what I did, someone got hurt and something got destroyed. This was just the path that hurt the fewest people, and even gave me some measure of revenge.
Still, it was a disgusting and worthless thing to do. I was going to hold my nose and go through with it, but that didn’t mean I was going to like it.
“You’ll be okay,” Evelyn said.
“I know. I’ll get through it.”
“He’ll gloat. He’ll be an ass. But you’ll survive.” She grinned at me. “And then you’ll get your revenge.”
“I can handle the gloating and shit,” I said. “It’s the fact that he’s going to think he won that bothers me.”
“That’s okay, Carter. This is just one small thing in a larger plan. Once this is over, you can go on living your life and leave this all in the past.” She shrugged. “Who knows, maybe you’ll start a new company as good as Valor or better.”
“That’s unlikely,” I said. “I’m too old these days.”
“Old,” she scoffed. “You’re barely in your thirties.”
“I’m mid-thirties,” I pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re a baby. You’ll do something great.”
I smiled at her and nodded. “You’re right as always.”
“Good. You’re learning.”
“Learning what?”
“Your wife is always right.”
I laughed. “Says the gay woman to the straight man.”
She grinned. “Figured it out?”
“Emily told me.”
“I knew you’d never notice on your own.”
“What can I say, that sort of thing doesn’t matter to me.”
“Sure. That and you’re totally oblivious.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay. I’m about to go eat shit for a few minutes, so lay off.”
“That’s fair. Good luck. Try not to swallow.”
“Don’t worry. I never swallow shit.” I nodded, waved, and headed to the elevators.
The board was called into an emergency session the night before by Bruce and me. Only part of the board was going to be present, but there would be enough people to form a quorum and to make all business official.
There was no avoiding this part. If I wanted to do what I had to do, I was going to have to get up in front of the board and resign.
Resigning from my own company was the last thing I wanted to do, and I kept thinking about all of the sacrifices I made over the years as I rode the elevator toward the boardroom.
I missed out on a normal adolescence. I was too busy starting a company as a kid to really have a lot of close friends. Because of that, I still
didn’t have many close relationships, and a lot of what I did have were based on work. My life had been Valor Tech from the very beginning, even back before Valor was a thing. I worked my ass off in those early days and barely did anything but code and market that code to whoever would look at it. I got lucky and all that hard work paid off, but there were many sleepless nights where I thought that would never be the case.
Many, many good things came of Valor. I got laid, found myself, gave millions to charity, and traveled the world. People knew my name because of Valor. For every sacrifice, there were probably two or three benefits, and that was why I didn’t want to let it go.
Valor defined who I was. Running the company, or at least engaging in research and development gave me a sense of purpose. It was my whole life, and now I was about to step away from my life into uncertainty. I hadn’t been unsure of what I was going to do in a very, very long time.
I wasn’t saying it out loud, but Emily was the reason for all of this. I knew it, she knew it, and Evelyn knew it. If I was ever going to have a chance at a normal relationship with her, I was going to have to step away from Valor and give up on that part of my life. Things had gotten too bad, too complicated, too fucking broken. I could sit around and fight all I wanted, but eventually Bruce was going to somehow find a way to destroy me, or worse, to destroy Emily.
I couldn’t let that happen. Maybe a stronger man would fight harder to keep his company, but I thought I was making the realistic, most difficult sacrifice imaginable. What I was doing was honorable and noble and right. I was giving up a dying dream in exchange for love, which was something I never imagined for myself.
I always thought it was a cliché, love. I never thought that would be something I’d have in my life. I always figured people with nothing else fell in love to fill the empty hole in themselves. But now I was realizing that love was much more than just some emotion. It was a way of life, if you let it be. It was family and comfort and warmth, all of the things I had been lacking in my life up to this point. I had money, lots and lots of money, and I’d still have tons of it after I stepped down. I’d be rich for the rest of my life even if I tried to give it all away. But without Emily, I’d never have a family or children or anything that really gave a life meaning and joy.