Recourse 2 (The Arrangement)

by Amy Silva

  “Holy hell, that was fun.” I looked over at Amy.

  “Welcome to the newest member of the assassin club.” She grinned. “I can see you have the fire to carry our name with pride.”

  “I could never stay still through meditation.” I shrugged, “This seems much more to the point.”

  “The path to nirvana is paved with empty shells.” She hit my arm. “We’ll come back here again, but for now let’s get back to the house, I have to go to a meeting in an hour. Hope you don’t mind being alone for a bit.”

  “Not at all.” I said, “I am sure I could find something to do in that huge house of yours.”

  “I can always show you where I keep the black case.” She grinned and looked at me, “In case you decide to go exploring more.”

  I felt my cheeks blush as I mentally recalled the large variety of pleasures she kept inside it.

  CHAPTER 6

  Chase walked in, muttered a quick ‘Hello’ and disappeared into the bedroom. I watched him return a few minutes later, changed into a pair of swimming trunks. He didn’t say a word as he slid open the glass door and walked out to the pool. He circled it a few times, swinging and stretching his arms, then lowered himself to the ground and started doing pushups. I watched his big muscular body rise and slowly drop to the ground again and again as his powerful arms bulged under tension. The triceps on his arms protruded and swelled up, defining the ridge of the muscle as it curled around to his bicep. Whatever happened at the office was getting dealt with here. His stiff body looked like a well running machine as he didn’t stop for a full three minutes. Watching him groan as he pushed himself to the limit my mind started to drift towards my own fantasies. I imagined myself underneath that powerful frame, as he plunged himself deeper and deeper into my core. I saw my legs wrap around his waist as I drove him deeper inside. My deft hands running up from his abdomen through the peaks of his rock hard abs, counting each one with my fingers as I reached the solid wall of muscle that was his chest. I would slide them over to his sides where the back muscles flared out from the tension, and reaching over them I’d dig my fingers deep into his flesh. I would draw him close to my tingling with pleasure skin as we would unite as one while millions of sparks exploded inward through my quaking abdomen.

  I heard a splash of water and opened my eyes. I licked my lips and gulped down the daydream. Chase’s arms were flying over his body as his muscular shoulders rotated through the motion. I recognized the butterfly stroke, the hardest method of swimming and the most rewarding for both speed and fitness. It took a lot of strength to be able to pull yourself forward as both hands launched the body at once, yet for Chase it seemed effortless as he blasted through the water. After a few minutes of back and forth sprints, he lifted himself out of the pool and laid down on top of a lounging chair, letting the warm breeze and the afternoon sun do the work.

  I bit my lip as I felt the butterflies come alive deep inside my stomach. Their tiny wings flapped around incessantly, echoing through and causing tension to resonate a little lower and deeper still. I put down the book and checked my outfit - a soft white blouse and ocean blue bikini bottoms. Deeming it perfect for the afternoon breeze, I ditched the sandals and stepped barefoot through the pool glass doors. The sound of them opening didn’t seem to affect Chase as he laid with his eyes closed at the pool’s entrance.

  Step by step I tried my best impression of a runway modes as I put one foot in line with the other. I unbuttoned the top three buttons revealing just the beginning of that U between my breasts.

  “Hey.” I said softly, raising the intonation just a bit at the end.

  His face remained still as only his mouth stretched in a tiny smile. He murmured something and relaxed his lips again, the calm face reflecting the peace of sleep.

  Realizing I was free to do what I wanted, I felt the excitement build inside. I carefully leaned over him and propped myself on the armrests, slowly inching closer to his face.

  I tilted my head and let my hair fall on his beautifully sculpted chest as I moved my mouth towards the side that exposed more neck. I took a deep breath, inhaling his musk and his masculinity both, and felt the butterflies start a tsunami that quickly rushed down to between my thighs.

  “Oh Chase. You sexy son of a bitch.” I whispered as lowered my eyes below his and looked at that perfectly chiseled face. He looked so calm and comfortable, I got the idea that maybe it was best not to disturb him.

  I quickly pushed that thought aside, as the increasing arousal within me was making it hard to leave the Greek god alone. My hair fell down on his perfectly cut abs as I licked my lips and planted a soft peck in the middle of the strong, muscular planes of his chest.. Feeling his warm flesh against my mouth, the warmth spread from my abdomen towards every nerve ending in my body. I parted my lips a bit more and sucked on his sun-warmed skin, leaving a trail of moist kisses as I moved down past the solar plexus.

  The increased heart beat rushed adrenaline through my body as my desire for this man turned into a wildfire. I felt the passion pulsate inside my core as my mouth slowly touched one of his cubed abs. I lifted my eyes and stared at his relaxed face, his mouth was slightly curled up but the eyes remained closed.

  I carefully traced my index fingers down those curves that originated on each side of his stomach and trailed down through the hip towards his abdomen. As the curves inched closer together they disappeared into his swimming shorts. Hooking my fingers, I felt my heartbeat drum louder as I gently lifted up the edge up and inched it down.

  I tilted my head and peeked inside. Chase might have been asleep, but his body had responded to my seduction and was now alert and ready for action. I forced the air slowly from my lungs as I imagined that hardened flesh in my hands. Thankfully it was erect towards me, as the tip tried to force its way past the wall of the fabric.

  I dragged the trunks just a little lower, enough to free the tip and get it closer to me and my wanting mouth.

  “Mhhmm.” I heard Chase murmur. I looked up and saw him let out a big yawn as he opened his eyes, squinted and then stretched his mouth in a wide smile as he saw me.

  “Well, what do we have here?” his soft baritone was accentuated by the playful tone.

  “I’m doing an exercise in anatomy.” I smiled.

  I grabbed a hold of his shorts and pulled them down with force. Chase lifted up his hips helping me remove them. He sat up and scooted back to give me more space on the lounging chair. I pulled myself closer and gripped his throbbing shaft. It barely fit in my hand as I slowly stroked it back guided it inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and took in the big tip, my soft lips brushing past his hardened flesh. Chase let out a soft moan as he drew a chest full of air. I propped myself on my knees and reached up with my other hand, wrapped it around his manhood. Now stroking it firmer yet slower with both hands my lips hugged his throbbing shaft tight as I created more suction for his pleasure. I felt myself flood between my legs as the excitement built up. Chase let out a few grunts as I slowly but deliberately maintained the tempo. I felt my nipples harden as I lifted up one hand and unbuttoned my blouse. My breasts spilled out and brushed against his thick muscular thighs, my aching knobs tingling with anticipation upon impact. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my fingers on the piece of cloth that guarded my passion moistened depths. I inhaled deep as I concentrated on my sensitive bud and pressed firmer against it. Feeling the incoming wave of passion, I whimpered as I freed his pulsating hardness and shut my eyes trying to concentrate.

  Sensing that I was close, Chase pulled his legs up from under me, folded them up and quickly rotated his body around. He pushed off the headrest and slid under me, his face now directly below my wet. He moved the string to the side as I maintained the pressure on my sensitive bud. His warm tongue parted my lower lips as he met my fingers. He quickly began darting it right on the other side. My eyebrows drew in as I felt the orgasm within my grasp. I wriggled against him as the double pleasure rocked me from both
sides. My breath turned quick and shallow as I let out a barely audible yelp and felt my abdomen quake. I propped my hand on his muscular chest and rode the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy as I erupted in pleasure.

  I reached down and embraced his face between my hands, letting him know I came. Chase slowed down the licks to a slow motion, as if he was tasting an ice cream. I felt a couple more quakes through my body as I lifted up my hips and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.” He winked at me, lifting himself up and turning around again. I let out a breath and with satisfied smile on my face looked at his throbbing erection.

  “I hate to leave things unfinished.” I said and put my hands on his chest while pushing him back into the chair.

  Leaning over him, I slowly slid my hips down as I felt his rock hard staff ease into my hot pool. I let out a soft moan as his erection slowly brushed past my every nerve ending causing a jolt of electricity to rush up my spine as he filled me to the brim.

  I felt the full length of his swollen flesh as I started to slowly rotate my hips in circular motion, gyrating myself against his tight abdomen. Chase let out a moan as I lifted myself up, and then slammed my body down hard. He reached over and gripped my hips in his powerful hands, then followed my movements as I increased the tempo and came down harder and harder on top of him. Feeling the arousal build up again, I reached down and started massaging my bare flesh. The residue of frenzy from the wild night together started to come over us again as I felt him thrust himself up to welcome me with more intensity. I lifted my arm over my head and bit the inside of my bicep as I felt the pleasure start to spill over and drive me towards doom. Chase plunged his manhood with more force, causing me to want to scream in sweet agony. I rubbed my free hand over my throbbing peaks as I lowered myself fully down and grinded my loins on his hard pelvis, sucking breath through my clenched teeth as his flesh pulsated inside me.

  Chase leaned in, cupped and squeezed my breast, sucking hungrily on my bare tips. I trembled in his arms as I felt myself reaching the peak. “Come with me.” He stared into my eyes. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer into me, as I felt his flesh expand and pulsate deep inside my hot core. Our molten juices intermingled as he exploded within me with a cry of passion. His seed spilled inside me as I stiffened in climax and grabbed onto his neck with both hands, ready for the sweet release. I felt the wild eruption of pleasure flow through me and collapsed on top of him, as he sucked a panting breath and relaxed his body and dropped back. We laid there for a while, with me on top of him and him stroking his hand on my moistened back.

  CHAPTER 7

  The next day as Chase went downtown for another round of meetings Amy asked if I’d be interested in seeing her horse stables. I said ‘Yes’ immediately as I’ve always admired horses and saw exactly none during my years in NYC. Two hours later, we pulled up to a big wooden structure that housed a large white fence in the back and a Valley Rose sign above the entrance. She said a quick hello to the keepers as they came out to greet her, and after a few pleasantries led me to the stables. There were ten magnificent horses there, in different colors. Some were marble, others dark as the night itself. A couple were chocolate and one almost pearl white. Amy gave me a few carrots and I felt the horse’s mouth tickle my hand as it took the treats. Amy walked through the stable and gently brushed each one’s mane, baby talking each horse.

  “Laura, I have to talk to you about something.” She said as we walked out of the stable back into fresh air.

  “What’s on your mind?” I looked over at her.

  She seemed to try and find the words as she played with a single piece of long straw in her hands.

  “Do you remember what the arrangement between Chase and I was?” She started.

  I raised my eyebrows. “That your politician father wanted a strong business partner, so he married you while basically having no idea who his own daughter is? You said OK meanwhile hoping he dies soon so you can be free?”

  “A little harsh, but close enough.” She swallowed hard. “My father is a complicated man. One one hand most of France admires him for his efforts to bring the country back to financial prosperity. On the other,” She sighed, “He can be a very stubborn and greedy man.”

  “Isn’t an honest politician almost an oxymoron?”

  “I suppose. There is something you need to know though. Chase is not the only owner of Matrox.” I kept silent as she bit her lip. “Back when the whole thing was just a pipe dream, my father provided a lot of political influence to help Chase move the project though the bureaucratic tape. May be it was the wrong move, but Chase believed at the time it was absolutely necessary to seek his help.”

  We walked over to the fence by the stables, and watched the men lead out the horses for their daily exercise. Their shiny coats majestically glistening in the red desert sun.

  “My father assured Chase it was all just family looking out for one another. Chase is smart, and he knew that legally he protected himself enough to ensure that if anyone tried to get in on the action, they would find no ways to do so. My father didn’t seem to be interested in the project at all as it went from the nebulous fantasy to something much more concrete over the last couple of years. He always said he was just happy to see Chase work on something he was passionate about.”

  I turned my head. “But now he had gotten much more curious?”

  She glanced my way, showing the tension in her eyes. “Laura, you’ve seen Chase be a little edgy lately. The meetings are not going well.” She bunched her eyebrows, causing a small wrinkle to appear in between. “From what I’ve been able to gather, Matrox is having a really hard time getting the results published as legitimate proof the trials were successful. The other thing is, I have this really bad feeling that someone is trying to pull the rug from underneath Chase.”

  “Cut to the point,” I said sternly. “Do you think it’s your father?”

  “I have no proof,” She sighed. “But I am afraid my father is somehow mixed into this. I usually don’t talk to him more than once every two or three months. Lately, he’s been calling me every other week, somehow always managing to drop a few questions about what Chase had been up to.”

  “Could he be just curious? Everyone else seems to be.”

  “If he was curious he would call Chase. I think he knows exactly what’s going on.”

  “Did you tell him?”

  She shook her head. “I wanted to get some proof Chase was about to run into a wall before I said anything.”

  My eyes widened, “The convenient escape to Loushen’s office during the party?”

  She let out a small smile, “That was blind luck. I actually wanted to get you alone in the dark.”

  I shook my head as the corners of my mouth curled up.

  The smile faded from her face a moment later as she pressed her lips tight and looked ahead.

  “What do you think your father would want with it?” I said.

  “What does everyone want?” She raised her eyebrows. “Power. Whoever will control this will control the world.”

  I shrugged, “A little dramatic, don’t you think?”

  “Think of it this way,” She said, “You have a way to extend someone’s life by three to five years. You could do what Chase is trying to do, give it out to the hospitals and work with institutions to mass market and mass produce it.”

  I ran my hand through my hair, “Wouldn’t they need to regulate it somehow? Not everyone should get the drug.”

  “Smart girl, I see.” Amy glanced at me. “That’s the problem, I can see a lot of red tape, tons of regulation even worse than before. What would be the criteria for selection?”

  I lifted my eyebrows, “Can you imagine the outrage if you didn’t get it? I would be livid, like, ‘They’re stealing my life!’

  Amy nodded. “You see why it is a very complicated issue. I would venture to say some governments would rather avoid dealing with it altogether. That is
Chase’s biggest fear.”

  She clenched her jaw. “There is the other, much more dangerous factor that I am worried about. Imagine Matrox is called a complete failure in future trials on purpose. They bury it and ridicule Chase for believing it might ever work.”

  “That would be terrible.” I nodded.

  “Now, what if in reality it actually works all along, but a few years later, after it is off everyone’s radar, it finds its way into private hands. And it is effective, really effective, only the people who have it don’t want anyone to know that.”