The Suicide Princess

by Bryan, Anthony

  Derrick quickly responded, “On the other side of Copley Square?”

  “That's the place,” Stephanie wrote.

  “See you soon, bad girl.”

  “But I'm not bad,” Stephanie reminded Derrick.

  “You're not bad.......yet. See you soon.”

  It was nearing 6:30 p.m. as Stephanie parked in an alley lot just behind Corrigan's Pub. She felt safe parking there now that it was light, but she knew she would be nervous walking back to her car at the end of the evening. Unfortunately, parking in this area was extremely scarce, and she had to take what she could find. Stephanie walked to the front of the pub when she received a text message from Derrick,

  “Be there in five, stuck at a light. Meet me out front.”

  Stephanie waited for a few minutes when she saw Derrick pulling up in a beautiful and loud, custom, chopper-style motorcycle. To this point, Stephanie had only seen Derrick during the day, when he was dressed in smart, business attire. Tonight, however, Derrick was dressed much different, and Stephanie loved it.

  Derrick wore a pair of tattered jeans, and a gray deep-v T-shirt. The shirt revealed Derrick's muscular arms covered in tattoos all the way to his wrists, and his look was finished off with black boots and a wallet chain. Derrick's wrists were adorned with a beautiful watch on one and a thick platinum bracelet on the other. His look was purposely ratty, and it instantly turned Stephanie on.

  She also took notice, once again, of the slight hint of his CK One cologne. She was always repulsed by the overpowering odor of a man wearing too much cologne, but she was lured in by the precise amount Derrick was wearing. It was a faint fragrance, seemingly worn as such, almost intentionally, to draw a woman closer for a better sense of his delicious aroma.

  “Well, well, well, look at you, Mister Motorcycle Man.”

  Derrick smiled and said, “Hey, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. So, let's go play.”

  Derrick placed his hand in the small of Stephanie's back and guided her towards the door. Stephanie saw an open table, and she began to sit down. Derrick stopped her and said, “No, let's not sit here. I see something better back here.”

  Derrick grasped Stephanie's hand and led her to an open table near the billiards tables at the rear of the bar.

  “Why back here?” Stephanie asked. “Everyone is playing pool back here.”

  “Exactly,” said Derrick. “If they're playing pool then they're not paying attention to us.”

  Stephanie tried desperately to not think about Jacob, but Derrick's actions made it impossible for her not to compare. Any time she went out with Jacob he always had her choose where they would sit, Jacob always insisted on doing what Stephanie wanted, and he always looked to Stephanie to provide the details. She appreciated Jacob's desire to make her happy, but there was something about the way Derrick guided her that was driving Stephanie wild with desire for him. He was not controlling, but he was in total control.

  Stephanie and Derrick made small talk getting to know one another for a short time, but Derrick's charm began shining through as he was beginning to draw others into conversation. Derrick's friendly banter with the server spilled into his joking with some of the guys playing pool, and before long it seemed as though he was a regular in a place he had never even been. Stephanie was amazed at his ability to talk and make friends with anyone.

  One of Derrick's new friends invited him to play pool, but Derrick kindly declined, “Sorry, man. I have someone else I need to focus my attention on.”

  The stranger coaxingly said, “Yeah, I'd be scared, too.”

  Derrick glanced at Stephanie as she leaned in and said, “If you don't go play and kick that guy’s ass, I'm leaving you here alone.”

  Derrick smiled his mischievous smile and looked to the stranger, “For money or fun?”

  The stranger said, “One hundred?”

  “One hundred it is, my man. Rack ‘em up,” Derrick said as he shook his new friend's hand.

  Stephanie sipped her third drink as she watched Derrick easily defeat his new friend. At the end of the game, Derrick said, “Must be my lucky night! One hundred, right?”

  The stranger pulled a fold of money from his pocket and began counting when Derrick continued, “No, no, no. It's cool, man. I had fun.”

  The stranger said, “A bet's a bet, and I always pay up.”

  “Tell you what,” said Derrick. “Let me and my girl cut in for a game on the table, and we'll call it even. That's worth more than the hundred to me.”

  “It's all yours,” said the stranger while giving Derrick a pat on the back.

  Derrick reached his hand out toward Stephanie, and she grasped it tightly, intertwining their fingers. She pulled in close to him and said, “I'm your girl, huh?”

  “Tonight you are,” Derrick said as he shot Stephanie a wink.

  “Your break,” Derrick declared as he racked the balls.

  Derrick then watched as Stephanie began to shoot. He stood behind her and said, “Here put your hands like this.”

  “Okay, and then what?” she asked.

  Derrick pulled in close behind Stephanie as he was showing her how to correctly hold the cue. His lips were an inch from her ear, and Derrick took the opportunity to whisper “Did that get your panties wet watching me beat that guy?”

  Stephanie turned back, smiled, and said, “It would have, if I was wearing any.”

  Derrick reacted by sliding his hand across Stephanie's stomach and gently pulling her back into him. He simultaneously pressed himself forward, and Stephanie felt Derrick's bulge pressing into her. Stephanie could easily feel how hard Derrick was as he said, “Feel that? That's what you do to me.”

  Stephanie looked around as she slid her hand down Derrick's stomach and over his crotch. She said, “I think it's time for me to leave, but I'm scared. Think you could walk me to my car?”

  “It depends where your car is. This neighborhood can be awfully sketchy,” Derrick said with a mocking tone.

  Stephanie told Derrick, “It's in the very dark, very secluded parking lot in the alley out back.”

  Derrick replied, “Then I'm definitely not going back there. Look at what I'm wearing -- I might end up getting raped walking around like this,” as he laughed.

  Stephanie started walking away and said, “Up to you. But if you do want something bad to happen, come follow me.”

  Derrick watched as Stephanie took a few steps away without looking back. He looked at how her tight skirt formed beautifully around her ass, and he noticed how sexy her legs were in her red heels. It only took another step before Derrick was close in tow behind Stephanie.

  The pair quickly reached the driver's side door of Stephanie's brand new white Volvo as she said, “This is me.”

  Without saying a word, Derrick turned Stephanie so her back was pressed against the car door. He wrapped his right arm around her lower back, and he slid the fingers on his left hand through her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head in and began kissing her.

  Stephanie, again trying desperately to not think of Jacob, noticed how different this kiss was compared to the kiss of her husband. Jacob's kisses were always soft, slow, gentle, and deliberate. Derrick's kiss was filled with depth and passion. The way his lips met hers and the way Derrick caressed her tongue with his set Stephanie on fire.

  As they were kissing, Derrick's hand slid down and began caressing Stephanie's ass. As he felt, Derrick said, “You lied, you are wearing panties.”

  Feeling the potent combination of Derrick’s powerful sexuality and the cocktails from the bar, Stephanie started opening the car door and replied, “Then get in here and punish me.”

  Stephanie sat in the soft tan leather of the driver's seat, but she quickly moved herself over to the passenger's side to make room for Derrick. Derrick sat in and adjusted the seat all the way back, and the new car smell mixed with the leather interior to create a wonderful scent. The two continued their passionate kissing as Derrick's hands
wandered all over Stephanie's toned, sexy body.

  Stephanie started to slide over on to Derrick's lap, and she pulled her skirt up just enough so she could straddle her legs around him while facing him. Once on top of Derrick, she began unbuttoning her top, and she said, “Remember what you told me you wanted to watch the other day? That show you wanted?”

  Derrick said he remembered it quite well.

  “Well.....” Stephanie said as she pulled her skirt even higher revealing the front of her red, lace thong. She continued, “Just watch.”

  Stephanie stared directly at Derrick as she unbuttoned her top further and pulled the front of her bra down. She revealed her perfectly shaped C-cup breasts, and she began massaging them with both hands. After a moment, only one hand remained on her breasts as she began to place two fingers in her mouth, sucking them to get them wet. Once her fingers were dripping with saliva, Stephanie slid her hand down the front of her thong, and Derrick watched as she began fingering herself under her panties.

  As Stephanie massaged her clit, her other hand pulled and tugged on her nipples. Her head leaned back, and she began to moan uncontrollably. Derrick pulled the front of her panties down, allowing him full view of Stephanie's intense fingering of her perfectly shaved pussy. Stephanie continued until she was tugging on her nipples harder and harder, her chest became flush red, and she exploded into a body-convulsing orgasm.

  As her orgasm ended, Stephanie regained control of her body, and she withdrew her fingers from her panties. She brought them to her lips as she whispered, “If only I had something to suck on,” and she slid her fingers into her mouth only to withdraw them slowly while looking Derrick in the eye.

  Stephanie crawled over to the passenger seat. With her knees on the seat and her ass in the air, she lowered her head into Derrick's lap. Derrick's hand found its way to Stephanie's skirt covered ass, and he began massaging and squeezing it as she unbuckled his pants. Stephanie reached in and pulled out Derrick's already rock-hard cock.

  Stephanie’s petite hand only further accentuated the girth of Derrick’s thick cock as she wrapped her fingers around it. His circumcised head and long shaft ran down to his closely groomed pubic hair and shaved scrotum.

  She slowly licked him from the base of his thick cock to the top and back down again, until she started sliding him, inch by inch, into her wide-open mouth. As the moment was unfolding, Stephanie felt completely electrified by how bad she was being. The feeling was becoming ever more intoxicating with each passing second.

  Stephanie took Derrick into her mouth, and he pulled her skirt up so he could rub her bare ass. She began sucking Derrick, taking him as deep as she could, while she felt him pulling her thong down to her mid-thigh. The feeling of Derrick's fingers on her already swollen, wet lips made her body crave more. Stephanie wrapped her hand around Derrick's veiny cock and she began stroking him while sucking. His playing with her pussy was interrupted only by him suddenly pulling his hand up and delivering a hard slap to her firm ass. The sudden crack sent a stinging pain through Stephanie which only made her want more.

  Derrick told Stephanie, “I want to control you.”

  Stephanie stopped sucking to ask Derrick what he meant, with Derrick replying, “Do you want to be my bad girl?”

  “I so do,” she answered.

  “Then let me make you do whatever I want.”

  Stephanie said, “Control me,” as her hand reached back to slide her heels off.

  Derrick quickly grabbed her wrist and said, “Leave your shoes on. Always leave your shoes on.”

  Derrick then slid his left hand through Stephanie's hair, and he made a fist, grabbing hold of a handful of her thick, chestnut-colored hair. He pushed downward, indicating to Stephanie that she was to begin sucking again, and she immediately did exactly as Derrick wanted.

  Derrick began guiding Stephanie's head, having her mouth work at just the pace, depth, and rhythm he wanted. Derrick was sliding his fingers in and out of Stephanie's pussy while still controlling her head. He suddenly stopped the movement and began pressing down. Stephanie began taking Derrick deeper and deeper into her throat, until she couldn't go any further.

  Derrick said, “Take it nice and deep, bad girl.”

  Derrick then pulled his fingers out of Stephanie's pussy, and he began rubbing his index finger around the rim of her perfectly bare asshole. Stephanie quickly pulled her head upwards, and said, “No, not there. I told you not that.”

  Derrick said, “I want to push every one of your limits. I want to take you right to the edge. Let me take anything I want.”

  Stephanie resisted for a moment before submitting, and she said, “Make me your bad girl, Derrick. Make me do it.”

  Derrick began massaging her ass with more pressure. As she felt his finger was pressing with enough force to be on the verge of penetrating her, she placed her face into the seat, with Derricks cock against her face. Stephanie's face was scrunched, and she let out, “Holy fuck,” and she groaned as Derrick's finger gently entered her tight ass.

  After a moment, Stephanie returned to her task of making Derrick explode, and she continued sucking Derrick's cock as he fingered her incredibly tight ass. The sound of Stephanie’s painful moan was muffled by Derrick’s cock in her mouth, and the sound brought Derrick closer and closer to erupting. Stephanie began to feel his cock throb as he tightly gripped her hair once again. Derrick plunged his finger deep into Stephanie's ass, and he pressed downward on her head as he began cumming in her hot, wet, lip-sealed mouth.

  As Derrick pumped the last of his load into Stephanie's mouth, he said, “Swallow every drop.”

  He heard a loud gulp emanate from Stephanie's throat as he removed his finger from within her. She began to sit up as Derrick said, “There really is a very bad girl in there, after all.”

  “You have no idea how bad this girl can be,” she said while looking up towards him and using her index finger to swipe a small amount of semen from her lower lip.

  “But you have no idea how much further I could take you.”

  “Touché,” said Stephanie while pulling her skirt down and fixing her shirt. She flipped open the passenger side visor and opened the vanity mirror as she continued, “Holy shit, I'm a mess. Derrick, you are so fucking hot.”

  “How did you like having your first boundary tested?” Derrick asked while fixing his pants.

  “Honestly?”

  “Yes, honestly. And why do you always asked ‘honestly?’ Has anyone ever said 'no, just lie to me' to that question?”

  Stephanie hit Derrick on the upper arm and said, “Shut up, you. Okay, so honestly, I hated it and loved it at the same time. I didn't really like what you were doing, but the fact that you were making me do it was just so intense.”

  “That could be just the beginning. Want me to push you even further – right to the very edge?”

  Stephanie thought for a moment and said, “I don't want you to push me to the edge.” After another brief pause, she continued, “I want you to push me to the edge and then right over it!” Stephanie leaned in to kiss Derrick on the neck as she softly continued, “Now get out of my car so I can go home, you dirty boy.”

  After saying goodnight, Derrick walked off, and Stephanie continued to get herself collected. A few minutes later, Stephanie heard the loud rumble of Derrick’s motorcycle speeding off, and she began her own journey home. Stephanie’s smile was beaming for the entire ride, and it just wouldn’t fade.

  Once home, although exhausted, Stephanie just couldn’t stop thinking about Derrick. Stephanie walked to her bathroom and got the shower running. As the water heated, she slid off her heels, she unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, and she removed her top. Just when the walk-in shower was beginning to fill with steam, she removed her bra and panties and got under the stream of hot water. Stephanie wasn’t in the shower for more than a minute when she leaned against the cool tile wall and let her imagination of Derrick run wild. Water poured down Stephanie�
�s glistening body as she masturbated to thoughts of what Derrick had in store for her.

  ***

  The following morning, Stephanie rushed into work and bumped into Webber just outside her office. Webber, with a hearty smile on his face, announced, “The Public Defender accepted your plea agreement, Bradford! He’s going to plead guilty this morning. You know what that means, right?”

  Stephanie started bouncing up and down as she squealed, “The felony DUI is mine?”

  “The felony DUI is yours! I’d like to see this go to trial by October, so even though there isn’t a huge rush on it, don’t sit on your ass with this one either.”

  “I won’t, sir, I promise.”

  “Oh, and one more thing, Bradford. I don’t want to see any plea agreements on this one. I want you to actually take this all the way to trial, no matter what the defense offers. You definitely have what it takes to prepare a case, and now I want to see what you can do in the courtroom.”

  “I’ve so got this,” Stephanie said with a cocky tone.

  Stephanie raced to her office and found the initial paperwork for her new case already waiting on her desk. She reviewed the police reports and found the defendant was Paul Hutchinson, who was arrested after a DUI crash in which he was the at-fault driver. The Massachusetts State Police investigation revealed Hutchinson to be more than twice the legal limit at the time of the crash, and Hutchinson’s victim, the driver of the other vehicle was seriously injured in the incident. Stephanie read on to find that the victim was in critical condition and in a medically induced coma at Massachusetts General Hospital.

  As Stephanie read on, and learned more details of the crash and the victim’s injuries, she uttered to herself, You’re going to pay, you fucker.

  Stephanie sent a text to Derrick, telling him good morning. Derrick replied,

  “When are you free for your first lesson?”

  “My first lesson? lol” replied Stephanie.

  “Your first bad girl lesson. When are you going to be free again so you can come over to my place?”

  Stephanie excitedly replied, “I’m not sure. I’ll find out.”