Dirty Money

by Michelle Love

  His hard chest was against her back and it felt like pure Heaven to her. His words hit her ear hot as he said, “I can feel you about to come. You don’t come until I tell you to or you’ll feel the sting of my hand until tears run out of your pretty blue eyes.”

  Steele had never been talked to that way and even though she knew she should tell him to fuck off, she found herself wanting him even worse. His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her head back.

  “Tell me you understand me.”

  “I understand you,” she said then he kissed her hard.

  Before he pulled his mouth off hers, he bit her bottom lip hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. Her body was on fire as he pulled his body back and resumed plunging deep into her from behind. His hands on her hips, dragging her back to him with each hard stroke.

  “Fuck, you’re tight as hell. When’s the last time you got fucked?” he asked her through gritted teeth.

  Every thrust was knocking her breath out and she gasped out, “About a year.”

  He laughed “Fuck me, that’s seems impossible.”

  An intense feeling was filling her, but she knew without a doubt that if she let the orgasm go he’d spank the shit out of her. She didn’t know if she was up to that so she held on.

  “Good girl,” he said as he continued to pound her from behind. “You hold it like I told you to. It’s going to be better than you ever imagined it could be.”

  To further make things harder, he reached one hand around her and pinched her clit between his fingers. The tiny pearl had swollen with desire and his touch nearly sent her over the edge. Only the fear of his punishment stopped her.

  Steele closed her eyes and thought of nothing as she held back the thing her body wanted to do the most. His fingers left her clit and she let out the breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding in.

  He moved his body down on hers, pressing his chest to her back and his strokes went slow and somehow even deeper. “You on birth control or do I pull out when I come?”

  “I’m on birth control,” she said with a hard pant.

  “You want me to come inside you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said with a little moan.

  She wanted to feel his heat fill her body more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

  His mouth fell hot on her neck and his teeth grazed her flesh as he sunk his cock into her with slow movements that she felt deep inside her. He pumped short hard strokes then bit her neck hard.

  Finally, he released her neck and whispered, “Come.”

  Steele was nearly shocked as her body did what he said the instant he said it. She felt him tense behind her and his dick throbbed as heat shot into her as the most intense orgasm crashed through her body.

  She shook with the sensation and her mind went to another place. There was no way that she could hold the moan back, and it slipped out of her mouth. She heard his follow as he pulsed inside her.

  She knew without a doubt that no one would ever be able to make her feel the way that this man did. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She hated it and loved it all at the same time.

  He pulled her jeans back up and picked her shirt up and helped her get it on as she tried to catch her breath. He handed her the bra which was torn up and the ripped panties and looked a little guilty about tearing them up.

  He looked at her as she held the shirt closed. “I’ll have some new ones sent to you. What’s your apartment number?”

  She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. Truth be told I’m most likely going to keep these to remember this by.” She laughed a little, but knew it was true.

  He tapped the glass of the dark partition. “We can take her home now.”

  Steele looked out the window and saw they were very near her apartment. The driver must’ve been circling the block. His boss must do this type of thing often.

  Suddenly she felt pretty dirty and more than a little dumb. The car stopped, and she grabbed her purse off the floor and reached for the door handle.

  His hand on her shoulder stopped her.

  “I had a good time,” he said.

  “Me, too,” she mumbled, not daring to look at him.

  “When I talk to you, I want you to look at me,” he said with a commanding tone.

  Her eyes moved up to meet his. “Okay.”

  “Good girl,” his voice was soft. “I wish things were different, but they’re not so this is goodbye.”

  The door opened as Paul held it for her.

  “Bye,” she said and got out of the car not looking back.

  She held her bra and panties in one hand and held her shirt closed with the other and felt bad because she should be feeling shame and disgrace at what she’d done.

  Instead she felt elated and nearly overjoyed as her body felt like it had been cleansed. The car waited until she was inside then it drove away. She stopped and turned to watch it pull away once she was inside the lobby doors.

  It was over. The brief moment of complete pleasure was over and she wouldn’t see that man again. She turned and walked to the elevator. She wondered what was happening in the man’s life that he would say he wished things were different.

  The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out and went to her apartment. She mumbled out loud, “Why did it have to be goodbye? What could possibly be the reason we can’t see each other anymore?”

  She unlocked the door and went inside, finding Gwen passed out on the sofa, a bottle of wine clutched in her fist. Steele took the half empty wine bottle out of her hand and took it to the kitchen.

  The trash can was half full, and she contemplated tossing the bra and panties into it. Maybe it would be best to forget about what had happened if it could never happen again.

  The memory would only serve to torture her and make it where no other man could ever please her again. She shook her head and kept the panties and bra and went to her bedroom. Tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper, she decided she would keep them.

  God only knew when she’d ever get laid again, she may as well have a memento of the one time she let a man treat her like his property. The one time she allowed a man to take her the way he wanted to. The one time she had allowed a man to boss her so much he made her control a function she didn’t even know she had the ability to.

  She pulled her clothes off and got in the shower to wash away his smell which was all over her. His cologne, sweat, and semen. It was the best smell she’d ever smelled, and she thought she must be more of a freak than she ever let on.

  Steele ran her hand between her thighs and over her wet inner thigh. Wet with the mixture of him and her. Starting the shower, she climbed in and poured body wash on a rag and ran it over her legs then her arms and over her breasts.

  The nipple he’d pinched was sore, and she smiled as it hurt when she ran the rag over it. Her whole body was a little sore, her vagina would hurt like a mother fucker in the morning, she was positive she’d have a hard time walking.

  The memory of his huge cock in her mouth made her lean back against the wall and her eyes closed.

  Why does it only get to be once?

  She leaned up and let the water run over her face. She knew it was stupid, but she felt like crying that there would be no more. He was a onetime thing, and that made her stomach ache with the knowledge.

  He was a thing she’d never tell a soul about. A secret she would keep forever from everyone. How could she tell anyone that she liked the way he threated to spank her until she cried if she climaxed without him telling her she could?

  Gwen would tell her she was crazy and probably make her go talk a counselor or something. Maybe she was a little crazy. She never thought in a million years that she’d do something like that, much less find it so damn fantastic.

  Rinsing off, she got out of the shower and went to lie in her bed with no clothes on. She never did that, but she felt like she was going to take this being bad thing all the way at least for that one
night.

  She climbed under the pink blanket and ran her hands over her body, another thing she didn’t do. She closed her eyes and pictured him. The man she only knew as A.C. Not even his real name did she know and she’d never even told him hers. Perhaps because he never asked for it.

  He knew she was a onetime thing all along. Offering her no more than a nasty little tryst in the back of his Escalade. He’d called it his lair and her lips quirked up into a half smile as she thought that was an apt name for his car.

  How many women had he taken in that car? How many rounded asses had felt his hand’s sting? How much more could he do to a woman?

  Maybe he could be found in one of those clubs she’d heard about. She racked her brain to try to recall what she’d heard they were called.

  Would she venture out and find a club like that and see if he was there? He had to be into that type of thing. Whips and chains were not a thing she ever looked at with any excitement. But if that man was holding a whip, she didn’t think she’d mind it.

  She thought she might like it a lot more than she was supposed to. Steele stopped touching herself and closed her eyes tight. That wasn’t her. That was not the person she was or even wanted to be.

  A powerful lawyer was not a person who wanted to be strapped to a bed and taken the way some man wanted. A powerful lawyer was not a person who was told what to do by some man. No, that was not what her future was about.

  The gorgeous man had no place in her future anyway, so why did she have an empty place inside her that hadn’t been there until he took her the way he did? She felt like she was his, even though she knew she wasn’t.

  Why couldn’t things just be easy?

  For Desire

  By Michelle Love

  STEELE

  Slow strides Steele made as she walked to her first class. The previous night’s activities with the sexy stranger had her body aching in a way that she’d never dreamed would make her so happy. A smile was plastered across her face and no matter how much she thought she should be ashamed of what she’d done and allowed herself to be treated, she just couldn’t feel a thread of guilt about it.

  Her mind continued to replay certain scenes from the back seat of that Escalade and every single time the gorgeous man’s face entered her memories her smile went a little bit wider. She’d never felt more alive and hoped the afterglow of the night would never go away.

  Steele entered the small classroom where her professor, an extremely successful criminal lawyer, seemed to be waiting for her arrival. She was one of his favorite students as she had such passion for the law and his criminal law class was her favorite.

  Tanner Goldstein was a tall man with classic good looks for a forty something man. Salt and pepper hair made him look smart and seasoned. He was smiling at her as she walked into his classroom.

  “Good morning, Steele,” he said as he moved from behind his desk to run an arm around her narrow shoulders. “I have something I want to offer you. Stay after class so we can talk. You and Rowan are getting a rare opportunity to learn more than any class could ever teach you.”

  He let her go as she went to her seat on the front row. Rowan sat at the desk next to hers and offered her a small smile. He most likely wasn’t super happy about having to share the opportunity with her.

  Rowan was extremely competitive. Steele smiled back as the smile had yet to leave her face anyway. She leaned over a bit and whispered, “Did he tell you what this is about?”

  He shook his head. “He said he’ll tell us both after class. I do have an idea though. A criminal lawyer named Arsen Sloan is being looked at for a triple homicide. Serial killer style. Three young woman all bound and strangled to death. And all three of them were his past girlfriends. If you can even really call them that.”

  Steele’s smile faded as she thought about the idea all the women had been strangled. A death she’d thought brutal and had turned into a real phobia for her. “That’s awful. I don’t know if I want to be on the man’s side.”

  Rowan rolled his dark green eyes at her and ran a hand through his blonde curls which were closely cropped to his head. “Then you clearly don’t have what it takes. You should just let me do this on my own, Gannon.”

  She sat back and thought about what the young man had said. Maybe she didn’t have what it would take to defend people she knew were guilty. But it was a thing she’d dreamt of.

  She took notes as Professor Goldstein talked about a case where all the evidence pointed to one of his defendants, but when it came down to it there was a reasonable doubt and that alone had the jury giving the man an acquittal.

  Steele decided by the end of the class she would accept the offer her professor gave her, no matter what it was. This was her passion after all and she’d have to toughen up if she was to become the success she wanted.

  Rowan and Steele remained seated as the class was dismissed and Tanner came to talk to them about his offer. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he said, “Arsen Sloan is a man in a tough spot and he’s retained my services in case he’s charged with the murder of three women who he knew well. I’d like to offer you both an internship on this particular case. It could lead to a permanent internship with my office.”

  Rowan spoke up quickly, “I’m in, Tanner.”

  Steele’s eyes shot to Rowan. She wondered when it got to be okay to call the man by his first name. She looked back at her professor.

  “Count me in as well, Professor Goldstein.”

  He smiled and said, “Call me Tanner, Steele. I want you to feel just like a real part of the legal team I’ll be putting together if Arsen is charged. We all are pretty informal with each other and I don’t want you two made to feel you’re anything but part of the whole team.”

  She nodded.

  “Thank you, Tanner. It’ll be quite a privilege to get this opportunity to work with you. So, Rowan told me a bit about what he’s accused of. Do you think he did it?”

  “I don’t ever think like that. I just need to know the facts, every last sordid detail and there will be sordid details. The relationships Arsen had with the deceased women were violent in many people’s eyes. Have you heard of the term BDSM?”

  Steele nearly passed out. That’s a term she’d been thinking of last night. Though she never could come up with the term exactly. She nodded, and a chill ran through her. “Whips and chains, right?”

  “Among other things. Anyway, I want you two to accompany me to my first meeting with Arsen this afternoon. We’ll take my car over to his office, so meet me here at four-thirty and we’ll be on our way to meet the man.” He gave Steele a wink. “And Steele, try really hard not to be repulsed by his demeanor. He’s what you would call an alpha male. He may come off chauvinistic. You’ll come up against that a lot in this line of work and it is best you learn how to deal with that sooner rather than later.”

  Steele nodded and gathered her things to go to her next class.

  “I’ll be okay. See you this afternoon.”

  Rowan walked alongside her as they left the room.

  “Think you can handle the BDSM thing, Gannon?”

  Inwardly she cringed as she’d thought of little else last night.

  “I’ll be able to handle it. I’m no baby, Rowan.”

  “No, but you aren’t exactly well experienced in sex.” He grinned at her as they walked down the long hallway.

  “How the hell would you know?” she said as she blushed.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “I just know. So, don’t you think the sordid details might make you sick? You really should consider dropping this case. Maybe the next one won’t be so bad. More your speed, you know.”

  She found her fist balling at her side as she wanted to knock the crap out of the annoying man.

  “I’m not dropping this opportunity, Rowan.” She sped up and walked away from him.

  “See you at four-thirty, partner,” he called out after her.

  The only reason she saw n
ot to take the opportunity was the fact she’d have to spend so much time with Rowan and his way of trying to get her to quit just so he could gain the permanent internship with Tanner’s office. But she wasn’t about to hand the position over to him.

  Steele sat between the men as they rode into downtown in Tanner’s town car. His driver let them know they were there and parked in front of the large building Arsen’s law office was in.

  Steele’s heart was jerking in her chest and her stomach was tight as she went inside with Tanner and Rowan. The building was magnificent, and she looked around, hoping that one day she’d have her own suite of offices in a building like that one.

  The elevators were in several banks in the huge lobby and Tanner took them towards one set of gold elevator doors. Etched in them at the top were the words, ‘The Law Offices of Arsen Sloan; Criminal Lawyer.’

  “He’s loaded, huh?” she asked as they got on the elevator that went straight to the top of the building to the entire upper floor.

  “A billionaire to be exact,” Tanner told her.

  “How old is he?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

  “Thirty-five,” Tanner answered. “Now, I don’t want you to think I agree with any of the things he does, but please don’t speak, either of you, unless he directly asks you a question. Just sit back and take notes.”

  Rowan and Steele gave him a nod and the elevator doors opened. Steele’s jaw dropped as she saw a monster chandelier hanging in the reception area. A giant salt-water fish tank was the other centerpiece of the large and richly furnished room.

  A tall blonde woman sat at a Cherry wood desk and smiled at them as they came in. Rowan’s shoulder brushed hers as he said, “Close your mouth, Gannon.”

  Steele slammed her lips together and knew she had to be turning all kinds of shades of red. She was overwhelmed with the office and she’d yet to even see but the very front. She made a mental note to make sure her lips stayed closed, so she didn’t look like an idiot in front of the powerful man they were about to meet.

  The receptionist who she noticed was a complete knockout led them to a large office with four overstuffed leather chairs that sat in front of a massive oak desk. It was meticulously cleaned and only one small stack of papers sat on it.