When she finished speaking, Julia pulled the covers even higher up on her neck. She looked Mr. Sterling directly in the eyes. She wanted to know what he was thinking but he averted his gaze. He appeared to be lost in thought. That was not the answer that he was expecting. Not at all. He felt certain that she had been paid by someone to infiltrate his business and pack. He had sent his private detectives to ransack her apartment and find anything they could that would link her to a rival business or pack; they had returned empty handed. Instead of assuming that Julia was innocent, he assumed that she was even cleverer than he had suspected. But in light of this new information he was forced to re-think his previous conclusion. Could he really have been so wrong?
“It was about a week ago,” Julia said. She was desperate for him to believe her. And of course she was telling the truth. I should have told him last night why I thought that he would be in backroom of the restaurant, she thought. And she hoped that it wasn’t now too late.
Mr. Sterling put his head in hands and looked down at the floor. He sighed deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Julia asked.
Mr. Sterling fixed his green eyes on her. He was so damn magnetic. He had such a powerful gaze. It was like he was looking deep into your soul, probing your innermost thoughts.
“Everything is wrong,” he said. “Everything. Why couldn’t you have just left the file on my desk? Why did you have to come looking for me. All of this could have been avoided. All of it.”
“But I just wanted to do my job. I thought that maybe you were trying to close the deal that evening. And—”
Julia couldn’t continue. She covered her mouth and stared at Mr. Sterling with pleading eyes. She tried to get a few more words out but they got stuck in her throat.
Mr. Sterling sat down on the edge of the bed and placed one of his strong hands on top of hers.
Julia’s entire body tingled with pleasure. It felt so good to make intimate contact with a man who had such manly hands. They were the hands of a protector. They were the hands of the kind of man that she could only dream about having.
“Please don’t be upset,” he said. I will figure this out. It’s one big misunderstanding and I now realize that I am partly responsible.”
He squeezed her hand and stared into her eyes. Julia blushed. She didn’t want to admit it but she was beginning to fall for this man. What woman would have been able to resist those passionate burning eyes, his six foot four frame, and his powerful looking arms and shoulders?
Julia tried to regain her composure. This man completely flustered her. She wasn’t normally like this around men. But she was rarely around men the caliber of Mr. Sterling. He was clearly a cut above most, even in a city where there was an abundance of attractive, wealthy men. There was an extra special charisma about him. When he walked into or out of a room all eyes seemed to follow him.
She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. She knew that her face was completely red, just like it had been throughout her initial interview a couple weeks before. She also knew that this was no time to be bashful.
“Do you think that I will be able to go home today?”
Mr. Sterling looked away and sighed. Then he took his hands off of hers. “I’m afraid it might take a bit more time than that,” he said.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean? Don’t you believe me? Don’t you?”
Mr. Sterling stood up and looked down at her. “I do believe you. But unfortunately this is an extremely serious matter. And there are still many questions that must be answered.”
And with that Mr. Sterling turned and left the room. Julia let her head drop on her chest. For a moment she had been genuinely hopeful that this ordeal was nearing an end. But the tone of Mr. Sterling voice and the way he looked at her before leaving gave her the sense that the end was nowhere in sight.
Chapter 8
Mr. Sterling was more agitated than ever as he walked to his in-house office. How had he been so careless as to make a joke about having a backroom in all of his restaurants? That wouldn’t be easy to explain to the clan. They might think that he was trying to deceive them because he wanted to spare the girl. Or they believe him and think that he was slipping as a leader. Either way he had put himself in a difficult situation and he would need time to contemplate his next move. But there was no such time available. There was an emergency meeting in the underground portion of his Upper West Side Mansion. He was supposed give an update on the interrogation and the information that it had yielded. He was also supposed to inform the other members about the status of Julia. They would want and expect to hear about how he planned to make her permanently disappear. But for the moment he refused to entertain that notion. She had done nothing wrong and there was no reason to punish her so harshly
But Mr. Sterling was too much of a realist to think that the other members would so easily accept his explanations.
When he walked into the meeting room all of the members of the clan rose in unison. He could sense a strong current of tension in the room. This wouldn’t be an easy session to get through. But it was in moments like these that a leader had a chance to prove him worthy of that title. Mr. Sterling had done it on numerous occasions before. He was fully confident that he would be able to do it again.
“Gentleman, please be seated. We have important matters to discuss. And it would be best if we dispensed with formalities.”
There was a loud round of applause from all the members.
“I know that all of you are anxious to know the outcome of the interrogation of the young woman who breached our security. But before I get to that I would like to speak on a different but not wholly unrelated matter. “
While Mr. Sterling prepared to deliver a speech to his pack members, Sophie rolled out of bed and made her way to the shower. It was the largest and most luxurious bathroom that she had ever been in. It was all marble. The floor was heated. It was easy to forget sometimes how different the lives of the New York rich were to the lives of the rest of New Yorkers. There was a huge gap and it was only getting larger.
As the water came down on her, she tried to go over the events of the last 24 hours in her mind. None of it made any sense to her. Just a day ago she had a completely normal New York life. But in a matter of hours that had been snatched away from her. What had she done to deserve this? What had she done? It was too much for her to think about. She put her head in her hands and began sobbing.
“Gentleman, the matter of the young woman is in the process of being resolved. Right now she is being held in solitary confinement in a remote location. She is being heavily guarded by armed men. She will not escape and no one is coming to save her. She has no husband or boyfriend. And no close relatives in the NYC area.”
There was a bit of grumbling amongst the assembled members. They wanted to hear that the woman had been permanently removed from the picture. But it was clear that she hadn’t yet been.
Mr. Sterling continued, “This morning my private investigating team carefully searched through the young woman’s apartment. Nothing was found that would indicate that she's a part of any group that is trying to infiltrate the pack or any of my businesses. It seems clear at this point that she was genuinely trying to do her job. So I think that it would be very unwise to continue to talk about permanent removal.”
The assembled members gasped in unison. They couldn’t believe what they had just heard.
“I see that you gentleman may have some questions for me. That is fine. But I would caution you against saying anything that might be viewed as dissent.”
That last warning struck a chord. The men grew quiet. But one hand did go up, requesting permission to speak. It was granted.
“With all due respect, pack leader. Do really think that you've put enough thought into this decision? While the woman may not have come to the restaurant with any malicious intent, she saw what she saw. And there is no way to change that. Don’t you think it would be better not to take any chances? Th
ere are many women who could act as both your secretary an your lover. I don’t see why you have to hold onto this particular girl.”
“Yes!” Another member blurted out. “You’ve never had reputation for getting soft about women. I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come.”
Mr. Sterling could no longer control his anger. Within seconds he had shifted into a lion. It was too fast for any of the other man to react in time. He attacked both the men who had dared questioned him. He dug his claws and sunk his teeth into them.
Both of them rolled around on the floor screaming in pain. Blood spurted from their wounds. It was a horrifying, disgusting scene.
Seconds after the attack he shifted back to his human for.
“Sometimes gentleman,” he said. “It is better to keep your mouth shut.”
For the next several weeks, Mr. Sterling continued to hold Julia captive in his mansion. It wasn’t long before a strong attraction began to develop between them. And it wasn’t long before Julia became a permanent resident in the mansion.
--THE END--
Lurking in the Dark
Chapter 1
I stood in the middle of the gallery smiling, excited that my first show had come off without any problems, yet I knew everything would be decided tomorrow when the review came out in the Village Voice. Until then all I could do was hold my breath and hope.
My best friend Samantha came over and put her arm around me.
“Where’s the lucky boyfriend?” She asked.
“Working. He just made partner so they keep him late.”
“Have you decided whether or not you’re gonna do that nude photo shoot?
“I don’t want to talk about that tonight. Let’s just have fun and party and—“
“Have a threesome with some hot bearded hipsters.”
“Ha! You would never.” Samantha was the most prim and proper of my friends. I could hardly imagine her in bed with the grungy, artistic types that used to get me so excited.
“Don’t let the JD and the Park Slope brownstone fool you. I have a great appreciation for hipster cock. I’ve taken several in my day.”
“Oh, really. Did you make them shower and shave?”
“Shower, yes. Shave, no. I love that grungy smell of coffee and hand rolled cigarettes in their beards.”
The gallery director Simon rushed towards us, waving his arms.
“Penelope, darling, there’s someone who you must absolutely meet.”
A tall, sleek, confident black man strode across the room. Our eyes locked. A strange, electric shock passed through my body. No man had ever stared at me that intensely, at least no stranger. Who was he? How hadn’t I noticed him?
He smiled, extended his hand. I stood frozen, locked on his eyes. He smirked. He knew he had me transfixed. I felt myself blushing even deeper, until I finally extended my arm. His hand was almost twice as big as mine, and the roughness, the raw power it possessed sent a shiver through my body. He could crush me if he so desired. These hands were bigger than any man’s hands…and my mind started to drift; maybe it was true…the myth of the big black… What power, what sex appeal. He must have been in his early forties. He was so well dressed, elegant, and clean-shaven. The energy and vigor he exuded were those of man much younger, but his calmness and savoir-faire, made him seem older and more mature than his physicality would suggest. In those brief moments in which we stood there gazing into each other’s eyes, my hand clasped in his, I felt my eyes being drawn, as if by some magnetic force, to his crotch. There appeared to be a bulge, a very impressive bulge. No, it was more like a thick snake unfurling itself down his leg. My body quivered. My panties began to dampen. I felt like I would pass out right here in the gallery. Oh, how embarrassing that would be!
This hulk of man would have to take me in his arms, wrap in his warm powerful embrace, and hold me tighter than any man had ever held me, and rush me to hospital. But what the hell was wrong with me? I had a boyfriend, a wonderful, successful boyfriend who had just made partner in his law firm—the kind of boyfriend that most women would kill for. He made good money, and hadn’t lost his sense of playfulness. I couldn’t believe how far my mind had rushed off into the imaginary fantasy scenario with this exotic stranger. But still, I couldn’t help feeling an intense coursing through my body, tickling all my nerve ending from my brain to my pussy to my toes. Everything in my body tingled with excitement. I was dripping wet and I felt as if everyone in the gallery was looking at me, pointing, reveling in the hypnotic spell that this man had put me under.
“Terrence is an art dealer. He got sick of Wall Street life.”
He must have caught me staring at his package, licking my lips lustily, imagining holding his big black cock in my hands, double fisting it, swirling my tongue around the head, then pumping it in and out of my mouth until he couldn’t hold it anymore and shot his huge load onto my pretty pale face. And I would suck every last drop from the head of the softening black rod. Oh, I felt like such a whore. I wanted this man, I needed him. But it felt so wrong. It was wrong!
“Are you going to let go of my hand?" He asked, then titled his head and smiled.
I hadn’t noticed that I was still holding his large, powerful hand
“Yes, yes. Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He laughed a deep, masculine belly laugh. I snuck another glance at his crotch. The snake had grown bigger, unfurled further down his leg. It wasn’t only long, but thick. I licked my lips again, felt the flood of moistness in my panties. What would this man do to me if he had me alone? The next time I masturbated he would be on my mind. I couldn’t wait to get out of the gallery and rush into James’ arms. I was a bitch in heat. I needed a good fucking tonight. I needed James to slam me up against the wall, pull my hair, smack my ass, and call me all the filthy names he could think of. I wanted to be punished for my slutty desires, my desire of a man, but not just any man, a black man. Oh, god, I needed to be punished.
He said that he wanted to meet somewhere for coffee to discuss my work. He was on the hunt for an up and coming young artist to work with. He had heard my name from some people in the industry, and he had come with the sole purpose of seeing my work. He added that my latest paintings were well ahead of those of my artistic peers.
I blushed deeply. I couldn’t believe that this man, this patron of the arts, who could probably have been chatting with any New York artist right now, offering to put his money behind their careers, was actually taking an interest me.
“There’s a real European vibe, but also something uniquely American. Are you from the Midwest by any chance?”
“Ohio,” said.
He told me that he used to travel to Ohio on business. But now he was full-time in the art business. He realized that artists were always looking for financial backing and he had the money to make that happen. It gave him great pleasure to be able to help out ambitious, young talents. He gave me his card and said he would call me, or have his assistant call me, to set up a meeting in a few days. My eyes followed him as he walked away.
“Watch out for him, Simon said. He’s a dangerous one, especially for sweet little things like you.”
I didn’t pay much attention to what Simon was saying. I was still under the spell of this gorgeous, mysterious man.
On the way home in the taxi I thought how this night would change my life forever. My first show in a NYC gallery. Sure it was a small venue, and not many people had showed up, but there did seem to be a buzz in the air, as if people were really connecting to my work. After months and months of frustration and working in virtual obscurity, it felt like I was finally going to breakthrough, like my name was going to spread throughout NYC artistic circles. And that critic, I think he was from the Village Voice, he had stood for a long time taking notes in front of all my paintings. A good review in tomorrow’s Art & culture section was all I needed. It would finally put me on the map as an up and coming artist. I couldn’t wait to tell James.
/> I ran up the steps of the apartment building, my body buzzing with excitement. I heard loud sounds coming from down the hall. The sounds got louder as I approached my door. It seemed like they were coming from inside my apartment. Was James cleaning up or cooking something special for me? Maybe he was trying to surprise me. But he had said that he would be working late. As it turned out his idea of working late was a little but different than mine. There was a trail of clothes that led from the front door down the hallway. My heart sank. I heard wild screams coming from the bedroom, high-pitched screams coming from a woman who was probably quivering on the verge of orgasm. I approached slowly, sure of what I would see. I saw long blond hair draping down a young woman’s back, a woman who was riding James cock like it was the last cock she would ever experiencing.
I screamed. The woman jumped off of James and landed on the floor. James scrambled out of the bed, wrapped the sheet around himself.
“It’s not what it seems,” he protested. The woman on the floor covered her breasts and stared at me defiantly. Fucking bitch. I knew exactly who she was, Anne Marie Henderson. She had been a slut in art school. I guess she hadn’t changed much. We had been rivals during school, ever since she had seen me with James. Every young female artist wanted to snag a guy with a great job and powerful cock and I had beaten her to it. She had never forgiven me for that and this was her revenge.
On what should have been the greatest night, the most monumental night in my artistic career, she had finally gotten him, gotten my boyfriend to succumb and fuck the hell out her. That cock was supposed to be all mine, it supposed to be the cock that I could call my own. But he had betrayed me, given it away to another, and not just any other but a woman whom I hated.
“Get the fuck out, I yelled. “Just get the fuck out.” Anne Marie got dressed slowly, seemingly enjoying the pain that she was causing me, knowing how much she had just ruined for me. James kept pleading for me to understand, kept telling me that it was a mistake, that there was an explanation for everything that happened. I slumped to floor and started crying. When he came over to comfort me, I lashed out at him, scratching his face. He recoiled. There was fear in his eyes. He had never seen me so enraged.
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