The Slave's Barbarian Lover

by Alicia Reynolds

  Elias and Mila ran over and helped Bjorn to his feet.

  “Ok, here’s the plan,” Bjorn whispered to them. “She’s too powerful for any one of us to take on alone. I’ll distract her while you two sneak around behind her, got it?”

  Both children nodded their blond heads.

  Bjorn ran up in front of the “dragon” again and began capering around, jumping and dodging and rolling around on the ground. Lili had to fight to keep from laughing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her children sneaking around behind her, Mila trailing Elias by a couple of feet at all times.

  Just as the kids were about to tackle her, Lili spun around and roared at them. The kids screamed in delight as she grabbed them and started tickling them. Then Lili screamed in surprise as Bjorn grabbed her from behind and lifted her into the air.

  “I’ve got her, I’ve got her!” He yelled to his kids.

  Very gently, Bjorn lowered Lili to the ground, and then he and the kids piled on, and soon everyone was tickling everyone else.

  “Agh, oh no, I’m dead,” said Lili, releasing as draconic a death rattle as she could manage.

  “Woohoo! We beat the dragon!” yelled Elias, as Bjorn lifted him onto his shoulders and scooped Mila up into a big hug. Bjorn carefully carried the two children inside and sat them down before going back outside to give Lili a hand.

  “I’m all tuckered out,” said Lili, breathing hard and rising to her feet.

  “Not too tuckered out, I hope,” said Bjorn with a wink.

  “Oh you naughty man,” grinned Lili back at him. “Come on, let’s get the kids fed, bathed and into bed.”

  “Whatever you say, madam dragon.”

  ***

  Later that evening, Bjorn lay in bed watching Lili. Eight years on and he still loved her as much as he had the day he first dreamt of her. He hated seeing her talking to any other men, even if it was necessary. In fact, Bjorn felt jealous of anyone who got to spend time with Lili when he couldn’t.

  Bjorn watched as Lili slipped her grass-stained dress over her head leaving her naked.

  Lili frowned at the dress. “That will need to be cleaned,” she said.

  Bjorn leapt from the bed, grabbed hold of Lili by the waist and pulled her into bed with him.

  “We can worry about that later,” he said, kissing her deeply.

  Lili melted into Bjorn’s body, returning the kiss, opening her lips to allow his tongue to enter even further. Bjorn brushed his hand through her hair, down her back and finally took hold of her buttocks, still firm after all these years, if a bit more ample than they had been.

  Lili wrapped her hand in Bjorn’s hair, pulling his face more tightly to hers, kissing him as deeply as she could. Lili kissed her way down Bjorn’s body, past his belly button and down to his cock. Bjorn gasped in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth engulfed his head, then took him deep into her mouth. Lili ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, relishing the salty taste of his pre-cum, before bobbing her head and taking more of him into her mouth.

  Bjorn felt Lili’s hand come around and take hold of his testicles, gently squeezing them, then working its way up to his shaft, where Lili started rubbing him up and down, using her saliva as lubricant. Bjorn reached down and tangled his fingers in Lili’s hair, gasping as his eyes rolled in rapture. Bjorn knew he wouldn’t last long if Lili kept this up, but he wanted the night to last.

  Very gently, Bjorn took hold of Lili’s head and lifted her off him, his cock slipping from her mouth with an audible “pop”. He guided Lili up his body, guided her lips back to his. Bjorn rolled slightly on his side, running his hands up and down Lili’s body, massaging her ample breasts, rubbing circles around her nipples.

  Bjorn heard Lili being to softly moan, each sound out of her ramping up his own arousal. He reached down between them and cupped her sex, feeling how wet she had already become. Bjorn worked his finger into her folds, sliding into her and hooking around to brush that sensitive spot inside of her. Lili gasped in surprise and delight, her hips beginning to buck and ride his finger like a small cock.

  Bjorn slipped his finger out of Lili, bringing it to his and Lili’s mouths, slipping it first into his mouth, then into hers. He adored the taste of Lili’s excitement, somehow fresh and salty and sweet all at the same time, and he loved tasting Lili on her own lips and tongue as they kissed. Lili’s hips kept bucking at the air, and she moaned and whimpered in need.

  Bjorn did not keep her waiting long, reaching down and sliding his raging erection into her waiting slit, her natural lubrication letting him slide in easily. Bjorn and Lili both moaned in desire, Lili’s hips rising to meet Bjorn’s. Bjorn moved in and out of Lili, slowly at first but increasing in speed as desire took hold of him. Lili’s pussy gripped his cock like a velvet glove, her softness enveloping his hardness. Again and again he thrust into her until he felt his completion nearing.

  Bjorn struggled to stop himself, not wanting to finish before Lili. He could tell from the sound of her fast breathing, loud moaning and gasping that she’d finish in moments, too. He saw her chest and face flush, her mouth become a giant “O”, her breasts bounce rhythmically, and he could feel the pressure building in his cock. He held back and held back and then he heard Lili gasp loudly, her whole body quivering and shaking, her pussy suddenly tightening and quivering on his cock, and with a grunt, he let go, his desire bursting forth inside Lili like a raging river bursting its dam, setting itself free and shooting forward as though nothing could stop it before, finally and inevitably, calming down to normal.

  Bjorn rolled onto his back and felt Lili do the same. They were both breathing hard, exhausted.

  Bjorn looked over at his gorgeous wife, covered in sweat and completely naked and said “I love you so much, Lili.”

  She looked back at him and said “And I love you, Bjorn.”

  Sarah loses her job and finds out that her boss and her best friend have been screwing behind her back. And then she finds out she was fired so her friend could take her job and keep screwing her former boss. When Sarah leaves work for the last time, she’s almost run over by a taxi with a strange, exciting passenger who assures her that her boss’s days at the company are numbered. Will this strange man be right? What will happen to Sarah?

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  A Package for the Delivery Girl

  A Package for the Delivery Girl

  Chapter 1

  Sarah

  Sarah stood on the street in front of the office, holding back tears. Stray hairs blew in front of her face, her mascara streaked with her tears of anger and frustration. How could that asshole have done this? She thought to herself. Only an hour ago she’d been in that building, enjoying the view from the top floor as she gazed down on the rest of the city. An image of an old movie poster she’d once seen came into her head as she imagined being the 50 Foot Woman attacking the city.

  And now she stood on the sidewalk, holding a cardboard box full of all of her personal items while a security guard glared at her back. To top it all off, she felt the first drops of rain falling onto her head and she’d left her umbrella at home this morning.

  “Just fucking great,” she mumbled to herself as she tried to wave down a passing taxi. The driver didn’t stop, didn’t even acknowledge her existence. Another taxi blew by her, and another. Finally, in act of complete and utter frustration, she stepped in front of the next taxi she saw, forcing him to slam on his brakes.

  “What the fuck are you doing, lady?” The driver yelled out his open window.

  “I need a taxi and all you fuckers keep ignoring me! I need a ride to 30th and Elm, and you’re going to take me.” She felt proud that she stood up for herself as she grabbed her box and walked to the rear of the taxi.

  “Come on, lady, I’ve already got a fare! I can’t take you, too!” The driver yelled at her.

  For the first time, Sarah noticed that the taxi’s light was off, indicating the cab was occupied. Looking in through the win
dow, she saw a man sitting in the middle of the back seat. Even at a glance she could tell that his suit cost more than her apartment and everything in it. In the dim of the taxi, she couldn’t tell much more than that, though.

  “Do you mind if I get a ride with you? I’ve had a really shitty day and I just want to go home and curl up with a box of red wine for a few hours before facing reality again,” she said to the passenger as she struggled with the door.

  He looked up at her, his blue eyes staring deep into her soul. When he finally spoke, he said “you look like you deserve to have something go your way today. Hop on in. Driver! You’ve got a new stop. Let’s drop the lady off, first.”

  His deep voice rumbled inside Sarah’s chest. “Thank you so much, Mr…” Sarah paused, hoping he’d introduce himself.

  Instead of answering, he reached out the car door and took hold of Sarah’s cardboard box, easing it into the taxi’s back seat. Then he patted the empty seat and gave Sarah a look that said “please, help yourself.”

  Still off balance from first meeting his eyes, Sarah took a moment to recover and slip into the taxi. “Thanks…” she whispered breathlessly.

  “So,” said the stranger, arching an eyebrow. “You lost your job?”

  “I… yes, how did you know?”

  “The box, the mascara, the tears… shall I go on?”

  “Oh right.” Sarah felt stupid. Of course he knew. Everything about her screamed “I’m a wreck!”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “I, no… that’s fine. I don’t even know you, I don’t want to drop all this on you…” she replied.

  “You’re right, you don’t know me. Which means dropping all your shit on me might help lessen the load, and since we’ll probably never see each other again, I probably won’t ever be in a position to drop my shit on you, so you get a lighter load and I get a vastly improved taxi ride,” he answered.

  Sarah thought about it for a moment. The stranger was right, they’d probably never meet again, and venting to him might actually make her feel better. And in truth, she didn’t think she’d be able to hold back even if she wanted to.

  “Fuck it, here goes. I’ve been working at Simpson McGovern for the last eight years in the Marketing Department, reporting directly to the Marketing Director. Nobody else at that place below outside the corporate suite outranked me. A couple of years ago, a friend of mine got laid off and needed a job, so I helped him get a temp position with us as a Marketing Assistant. Entry-level, basic stuff, because I knew he couldn’t be trusted with anything complicated. I thought he was a good guy, just not super competent.”

  “I see,” said the stranger, sounding somewhat doubtful.

  “Yeah, well, I’m never getting a friend a job again. He completely fucked me! No, wait, I didn’t mean fucked fucked, I meant… fuck it!” Sarah blew out an exasperated sigh. “I mean no sex, he screwed me over, ok?”

  The stranger chuckled, but motioned for Sarah to continue her story.

  “Right, well, anyway, the Marketing Director, Marissa, and I were really good friends, spending time together on weekends, going out to bars together, even spending time with each other's families. Turns out, she and Damian - that’s his name, by the way - she and Damian started actually fucking like a week after I hired him. She just fired me so that she could promote him to my job!”

  The stranger looked very serious now. “Can you prove that? Or did they find another excuse to fire you?”

  Sarah sighed again, completely deflating. “No, I can’t prove anything. Marissa pulled me into an office this afternoon and said” Sarah put on a fake, high-pitched nasal voice “‘it’s not working out. We’re going in a different direction’, and then she fired me! I’ve never done anything wrong there! I’m always at work early, I stay late, my work has always been impeccable and now this BITCH fires me so her fuckboy can have my job?!” Sarah burst into tears of rage and frustration. God she needed this.

  The man put his arm around her shoulder. “It’s ok. You’re going to be fine. I’m sure you’ll have a new job in no time.”

  Sarah tried to talk through her tears. “No I *sob* won’t! That’s the *sob* worst part! This industry isn’t hiring right now! Everybody’s got a freeze on, I’ve already checked!”

  “Look at me,” the man said, softly but authoritatively. Sarah looked up, meeting the man’s eyes. His immaculate grooming immediately made her ashamed of how she must look, her face puffy from rage-crying, mascara probably streaked down to her chin by now. “Listen to me. Simpson McGovern is about to be bought out in a hostile takeover. When the dust settles, Marissa, Damian and the entire c-level suite will be out on their asses. I guarantee that.”

  Sarah looked at the man suspiciously. “How can you know that?”

  “Look, I could get in a lot of trouble for this, but I’m actually in the process of buying up all the necessary shares for the takeover. That place is run so badly, they haven’t even noticed I’m gobbling up their shares. I can guarantee a management level shake-up. And I can personally guarantee Damian and Marissa will got not a penny more than the minimum we’re required to give.”

  Sarah stared at the man with profound awe on her face. “Who are you?” She asked.

  The man opened his mouth to answer, but the driver interrupted. “We’re here, ma’am. Do you need a hand with your box?”

  “No, no I’ll be fine. What do I owe you?” Sarah asked.

  “Don’t worry about it, I’ll cover you,” the man interrupted.

  “No, please, I can’t let you-”

  “Nonsense, it’s on me. Trust me, I can manage it,” the man said with a wink.

  As Sarah stepped out of the taxi in front of her apartment building, the man in the taxi passed her cardboard box to her.

  “I hope to see you around again, Sarah” said the man as he closed the door.

  Hearing her name on his lips sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine. Who was that man?

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