by Jessica Ashe
I looked at him until the second I came. When the nerves in my sex exploded with a fiery passion, my head snapped back on reflex as I orgasmed against his fingers.
Every muscle in my body shook, and I couldn’t keep myself propped up any longer. I collapsed down onto the desk and tried to catch my breath as Denton slowly withdrew himself from my pussy.
Denton leaned over me and kissed me again, before he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked off my juices, making a murmur of pleasure as he tasted me.
“So sweet,” he said softly. “I can’t wait to get my face between your legs.”
His head disappeared from view and he moved down my body and dropped to his knees in front of the desk.
“No,” I murmured. “No, don’t.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?” he growled impatiently.
I smiled, although he probably couldn’t see it from down there.
“Just fuck me,” I whimpered. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to make me yours.”
I’d never uttered words like that before, but they’d left my lips before I even had time to think about what I was saying.
Denton stood up and quickly undressed in front of me. I still didn’t have much strength, but the motivation to look at his naked body in all its glory helped me find some extra reserves of energy.
His large, erect cock stood to attention before me, and had my sex pulsing once again as I imagined how it would feel as he stretched me open and pushed deep into me.
He disappeared from view for a few seconds and the next time I saw him his cock was sheathed and ready for action.
I pulled my skirt right up to my waist and spread my legs wide for him to take me. Denton stared down at my sex with rapt excitement, and quickly positioned himself between them.
He pressed his cock down so that the head rubbed gently against my folds until it was right at my entrance.
For one painful second, I worried that Denton was having second thoughts, but then he began to fill me, stretching me open as I accommodated his substantial girth. I kept thinking there couldn’t possibly be any more, but inch by inch he entered me, until his balls rubbed against my ass.
I wanted this more than anything else in the world. Denton had taken me. He’d claimed me. I’d never felt more complete.
Chapter Fifteen
Denton
Finally.
It had only been a week since I’d admitted to myself just how much I wanted Chloe, but it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.
It was almost too perfect to be true.
I’d thought she looked beautiful in my office at work, but that was nothing compared to how she looked now, laid out on the desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread, her face red and her breathing still heavy from when she’d come hard on my fingers.
I had to calm myself down. Before entering her, I’d taken a deep breath to try and control my passion. I’d never had a problem delaying my own orgasm until after a woman’s, but right now I felt like I’d be lucky to last two minutes. Sure, Chloe had already come, but I had a good record for multiple orgasms and I wasn’t about to change that now.
Her tight pussy opened and accepted my large cock, although just barely. Chloe looked in awe at my size as I filled her completely.
I stared down at her as she writhed rhythmically on the desk. The only thing better than how she felt was how she looked. She was beautiful.
I leaned down quickly opened the buttons on her blouse, pulling it apart to reveal the chest I’d been picturing in my mind since she lingered near me this morning. I couldn’t get the bra off quick enough.
By the time her breasts were free, I was completely entranced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her perfect firmness, or the erectness of her petite, light brown nipples. Even in my imagination, I hadn’t pictured them being this good.
Once again, I felt myself on the verge of losing control and had to thrust delicately in case I exploded too early.
My hands reached out and firmly took hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently and pinching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpered in response, and reached her hands out, wrapping them around my back. Her nails dug into my flesh as she moaned and pleaded for me to keep going.
The temptation to draw the moment out was strong, but I couldn’t wait to feel her come around my cock. It had been mesmerizing enough on my fingers, but I knew when her pussy contracted with me inside her it would be even better.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she groaned, as if there was any way in hell I would do that. I didn’t even think it was physically possible.
I reached down and found her swollen clit again. My fingers ran over its slippery wet surface, until her fingers dug even deeper into my back as if she were trying to tear the flesh from me.
My fingers kept probing around her clit, until her back arched up into the air and she thrust her pussy towards me with one final movement. A vein appeared in her neck as she screamed with enough noise to bring security back out again.
I could barely move. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock as if she were trying to milk me. When Chloe relaxed back down on the table, in the final throes of her orgasm, I let go of everything I’d been holding back and shot my load, emptying myself into the condom that was already stretched tight around my cock. ‘Extra large,’ my ass. It barely fit.
Chloe whimpered again when I pulled my cock out of her, as if she now felt like something was missing. I knew the feeling. Nothing in life would ever top the feeling of her dripping wet sex clenching hold of my cock in the midst of a heavy orgasm.
I stood there naked, watching her panting as she tried to get her breath back. Her pussy, slick with her juices, looked engorged and satisfied, but I just wanted to go down there again. I hadn’t tasted her yet, not properly, and I felt like that was the only thing missing making this a perfect evening.
Chloe couldn’t take any more though. She looked exhausted. Finally she pushed herself up onto her elbows and then into a seated position, tugging her skirt down as she did so.
Now what?
She looked at me and smiled, but it was a smile that looked tinged with regret. I’d never been happier, but she looked guilty, and I wondered if I would ever get the repeat opportunity I desperately desired.
I offered her a hand and pulled her up into a standing position. I wanted to kiss her, but the first thing she did was bend down and pick up her panties. My stomach sank as she pulled them up over her legs. There would be no more fun tonight; that much was clear.
We both got dressed in an awkward silence. I’d seen women get dressed quickly after sex, but it was usually because I’d told them to leave, or they had to get back to their husband. I’d definitely never experienced a silence like this before. Yelling, yes. Pleading, yes. Begging, yes. But awkwardness? That was new.
I got dressed too and wrapped the condom up in some scrap paper before throwing it in a trash can. There was a chance it might get spotted, but I didn’t want to carry it around with me all night.
“What’s this?” I asked, spotting a file on the desk. Chloe had been holding this when the guards had come by.
I picked up the file and looked inside. Jackpot.
“You found it,” I remarked. “Fucking hell, you’ve found it.”
“Yeah,” she replied modestly. “I guess I did.”
“This is great news. Why don’t you look happier?”
“Because I know what you’re going to do next, and I don’t like it.”
“I have to, Chloe. I have to end this once and for all.”
“You don’t have to do shit,” she replied angrily. “Don’t make out that this is inevitable, or that it’s forced upon you by the circumstances. You are choosing to do this, and that makes you as bad as he is.”
“He killed--”
“I know what he did. That doesn’t mean you can kill him. You promised me you’d think ab
out it.”
“I have,” I lied. “But he has this coming to him. Trust me, every day he lives, more people are at risk. Do you think Kara’s the only person he’s killed? Or had killed?”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” Chloe said, picking up her necklace--which she’d thrown to the floor without a care in the world--and her purse before heading to the door. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
If she thought I was going to let her go out there alone at night then she had another thing coming. But she clearly needed her space right now. I quickly made a copy of the important pages from the file using the nearby scanner and then caught up with her.
I followed at a distance just to make sure she got into a cab, and then headed to my car.
I desperately wanted to go kill Roddy right this minute, but I knew I should wait. I needed to scope out his place and make a plan. Roddy had a lot of enemies, so he was bound to have security. I’d only get one shot at this, and I needed to make it count.
Besides, I needed my body to be full of adrenaline and aggression, but after that session with Chloe I felt far too mellow and relaxed. I wasn’t exactly in killer mode.
And then there was Chloe. She didn’t want me to kill Roddy; she’d made that pretty clear. What would she do if I did? Would she just be pissed at me? Or would that be the end of whatever relationship we might have had?
I suspected the latter, and I couldn’t really blame her. I’d begged Dad enough times not to kill people who were becoming a problem, so it’s not like I was completely without remorse. The times I had killed… that had been different. I couldn’t help it.
Roddy deserved to die for what he did to Kara, but I couldn’t blame Chloe for not having the same bloodlust I had. She’d never even met Kara, let alone felt about her the way I did.
I had to wait a week or two. If I gave it some time, then Chloe would know I’d thought the situation through. But I wouldn’t change my mind.
Nothing would stop me from killing Roddy. He was going to die.
Chapter Sixteen
Chloe
I’d been summoned to the local FBI office. Lois was taking a huge risk bringing me into the office instead of setting up another discrete meeting. That meant it must be important.
Or maybe not. I didn’t know; I hadn’t been thinking straight since that night with Denton.
In the two days since then, I’d barely slept six or seven hours. I alternated between different moods with each passing moment. There was joy from having been with Denton. Having him take me, and bring me to orgasm with such ease. There was regret for having let myself get too close to him. There was guilt for recording part of our conversation and betraying his confidence. Any one of these emotions would have made sleeping difficult, but all of them combined made it almost impossible.
I gave Denton an excuse about having a dentist appointment, and jumped on the bus that would drop me off close to the office. It was far enough away from Denton’s office that the chances of him seeing me were remote to say the least, but I still looked over my shoulder the entire way there.
Security took me through to a discrete room where Lois and another woman joined me.
“Hi, Chloe,” Lois said warmly. “This is Yolanda. She’s one of the techies here.”
“Hi, Chloe. I’m the one who receives the uploads from your recording device.”
I knew what this meeting was about now. The necklace had recorded Denton and I kissing, and I hadn’t wanted to take the risk that Lois would know what was going on between us.
I’d tried opening the USB drive to see if there was any way to edit the files before sending them over. I just needed to delete the last few minutes, nothing fancy. Unfortunately, the files began uploading the second I’d stuck the USB drive into the laptop.
The upload happened quickly, but I managed to yank the drive out before it had completed. Now they likely had a corrupted file. That was better than the alternative.
“What’s this all about?” I asked. “I don’t want to be away from the office for too long.”
“Yolanda just wants to check your necklace,” Lois explained. “The transmission from two night’s ago didn’t come through completely. Yolanda wants to see if she can retrieve it.”
I handed Yolanda the necklace, and she disappeared, leaving just Lois and me in the small room. This felt a lot like an interrogation.
“Did anything interesting happen that night?” Lois asked. “Looks like you went a bit out of town with him. Did he tell you why?”
I told Lois the truth about everything up until the kiss. I couldn’t take the risk of lying in case Yolanda was able to retrieve the data. If they heard Denton and I kissing, I’d just have to say it went nowhere and pretend I was too embarrassed to mention it.
I did tell one lie. I told Lois that Denton’s search came up empty handed. If Lois knew that Denton had Roddy’s address, she would insist on speeding things up and stopping Denton killing Roddy. As much as most law enforcement personnel would like to see Roddy Barton dead, they wouldn’t sit around and watch him be murdered.
I’d have to set a trap for Denton, and I couldn’t do that. I still hoped to change his mind. He wasn’t a murderer. I knew that, I just had to convince him. And Lois.
“Denton thinks Roddy Barton killed Kara?” Lois asked.
“Yes, he’s convinced on that. Apparently Roddy killed Kara with his own hands to send a message.”
“Does he have evidence?”
“I don’t think so. But he seems certain.”
“Interesting,” Lois said, leaning back in her chair.
“We should go after Barton,” I said, enthusiastically. “Why are we bothering with Denton when a known murderer is out there? Let’s bring down Barton for killing Kara.”
Lois considered my suggestion for a few seconds, but then shook her head. “No, that’s not possible. We’re too far along in this operation, and besides, Denton’s dad is just as bad as Roddy Barton, if not worse. Roddy Barton is a mystery. Our files on him are practically empty. We need to stick with the plan. This way, we can get Denton and his dad. That’s a big win.”
I sank back in my chair disappointed. I shouldn’t have even suggested it, but I had to at least try.
“Anyway,” Lois continued, “Roddy Barton didn’t kill Kara. Not personally anyway. Denton’s wrong about that.”
“He is? How do you know?”
“Roddy Barton wasn’t even in the country on the day Kara was killed. I checked the records. No doubt Barton ordered the killing and had one of his men do it, but he didn’t get his hands dirty. He rarely does.”
“Then why let word get round that he did?” I asked.
“To start a war, I expect. Between him and Denton’s dad. Those two meatheads have been at each other’s throats for years just waiting for an excuse to attack. Barton wants Denton to come after him.”
Lois frowned and looked at me intently. I hadn’t noticed I was doing it, but a smile had spread across my face.
“You seem pleased by this news,” Lois said suspiciously.
I was delighted with the news, but I could hardly tell Lois that. If Barton didn’t kill Kara, then Denton might not go after him. That meant he’d stay out of jail and perhaps somehow we could both get out of this mess.
I stopped smiling, although it was probably too late by that point. “Like you said, Barton probably just wants to start a war. If Denton finds out that Barton didn’t kill Kara then there’s no need for a war and no one has to die. That’s good news in my book.”
Lois was too experienced with interviewing criminals to be taken in by my lies. I couldn’t even lie to my mom, let alone an FBI agent with twenty years on the job. She knew something was up, but she decided not to press the matter.
“Denton will still kill Barton,” Lois said confidently. “Or someone else. Either way, he’ll kill whoever he deems responsible, because that’s the way he is. Denton Russell takes the law into his own hands, and
that will be his undoing.”
I wanted to blurt out ‘he’s not like that,’ but I would have sounded like a naive child. If I was going to win Lois round, then I needed to remain cool and collected.
“I’m still not convinced Denton’s as involved in all this as you think,” I said calmly, trying to sound impartial. “I’ve spent a lot of time with him, and he just seems like a normal CEO running a company. We shouldn’t blame him for the sins of his father.”
“I’m not blaming him for the sins of his father,” Lois replied. “I’m judging him by what he’s done, and that’s plenty bad enough.”
I thought back to the file the FBI had on Denton. It was full of alleged activity, but most of it was speculation. The only crimes the FBI had evidence for were those of his father. Sure, there was a lot of smoke around Denton, and I couldn’t blame Lois for being suspicious, but she sounded certain, as if she knew Denton was a bad person.
“He’s a womanizer,” I said, almost choking on the words as I said them. I’d been doing my best not to think about that for the past forty-eight hours. “And I’m sure he’s no stranger to fights. But is that really enough for the FBI to worry about.”
“He’s killed, Chloe,” Lois said sternly. “You need to understand that. I know you’re getting close to him. Don’t deny it,” she added, as I opened my mouth to do just that. “It’s completely natural for you to feel close to him when you spend so much time together, but you have to appreciate how dangerous he is. He’s a murderer.”
“Those deaths in the file looked like self-defense,” I argued. “That wouldn’t be murder.”
“You haven’t seen the latest additions to the file,” Lois responded. She leaned down and pulled a thin beige file out of her bag, before placing it on the table and sliding it across.
I opened the file, and saw a picture of a dead man lying in a pool of his own blood. It looked like he was on an office floor, shoved under a desk. I could see at least three separate stab wounds on the picture, but there was so much blood it was hard to tell exactly how many there were.