Soulless

by Jordan Silver

  I could feel the panty liner I’d worn filling up and wondered just how much cum he’d left inside me.

  “We’ve got a mess on our hands boss. I’ve already

  checked and our boy’s home security bracelet never went off. He never left the house at anytime last night.”

  I could attest to that but how great is it that I won’t have to. I felt better as I walked through the door and headed for my office feeling a little less like I was drowning.

  Of course this meant that I had a certifiable murderer on the loose in my city, but I couldn’t help being overjoyed that it wasn’t the man I’d spent the night and morning under, in front of, on top of...

  I felt my assistant Robert’s eyes on me as I pushed the door to my office and turned a stern look on him. “What?”

  “Hot date?” His eyes went to my throat and he laughed.

  I slapped a hand on the side of my neck and hurried my pace.

  “None of your business.” Well shit! I thought I’d covered up the evidence. Obviously I’d missed a spot.

  The rest of the day I was swamped with motions

  and dealing with this new development. Every once in a while I’d feel that soreness between my thighs and the sweet ache deep inside and I’d stop in my tracks and think of him.

  Without the phantom of a murder case between us where do we go from here? I actually panicked at the thought that he’d just been using me and now that he wouldn’t need me anymore he would just walk out of my life as easily as he’d walked in.

  What the hell had he done to me? Where was my strength of character. That staunch no nonsense way I was known for? I couldn’t seem to get a grip on my emotions which were all over the place.

  The big question here though was what did I want? No doubt we’d raise some brows if we became a couple. Then I had the bright idea that maybe I could keep seeing him on the sly. That’s if he was still interested.

  But then I remembered who he was, and the fact that there’s no way someone like him would go for that. His cool reserve said ‘all man’ and no real man would ever want to be kept a dirty little secret.

  That’s one of the reasons I haven’t had a serious relationship in so long. Most of the men I meet, are either intimidated by my brain, or my beauty. And both camps are always willing to bend over backwards to please me.

  I had never found either attractive, and now after last night, I knew I would never accept anything less than a forceful man who could take me over and under with just a look.

  I checked my phone for the tenth time feeling foolish. But somehow I’d expected him to call. I can’t tell him about the case, that’s for his attorneys who should be receiving the papers first thing tomorrow or the day after.

  But I still wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to do more than that. But sitting behind my desk in my office was no place to be thinking about what it was I wanted to do with the delectable Claude Denning.

  Vanessa

  By knock off time he still hadn’t called and I dragged my feet on my way out to my car. The lot was already going dark when I walked out, the last one to leave the building.

  I stopped when I saw the shadow on the other end of the lot as it started to walk towards me. I fixed my keys between my fingers and got ready to scream until the shadow moved under the lone street light and I saw him.

  Just that quickly my body went into meltdown. I didn’t say a word as he stopped in front of me and took my attaché case from my hand.

  “I missed you.” That voice! I didn’t even think of stopping him when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him for a deep kiss.

  My toes curled in my stiletto heels and I fell into his chest. His arm came around me protectively until the kiss ended. “I’ll follow you home…my home.”

  He didn’t wait for me to agree just walked off expecting me to follow. He stopped at my car and waited by the trunk, passing me the attaché case. I didn’t even think to ask how he knew that that’s where I kept it.

  I got in and he belted me in again making me feel all kinds of special with the simple gesture. I shut out my inner voice as I drove to his home. What was the point? I was pretty sure that if I tried going to my own house he’d follow me and drag me back.

  We pulled into his driveway and he parked before coming to meet me. I sat in the car fighting back the last minute jitters that decided to show up now.

  He opened the door and helped me out, keeping my hand in his and I suddenly felt nervous as we walked to the door. He didn’t slow his stride when I tugged on his hand, so I had no choice but to carry on.

  Last night when I came here I had no idea what was about to follow. Now I was sure that he was going to be inside me five minutes after I walked through the door.

  Not five, it was an hour later. When we waked through the door he led me straight through to the little guest bathroom off the kitchen to wash up while he did something in the kitchen.

  Then he led me to the dining room where once again the table had been set for two. Different dishes I noticed, even fancier than the others. And this time instead of steak he’d made chicken cordon bleu.

  The white Chateau d’Yquem was an excellent accompaniment to the meal and since I didn’t have work the next day he let me imbibe.

  We stuck to light conversation over the meal, I guess you can call it getting to know each other. A little backwards, but fun nonetheless.

  I’d always suspected he was smart, had even seen the transcripts from Harvard. But I know how many people actually pay for those things, so wasn’t too impressed until now.

  He’s the kind of man I could have a meaningful conversation with into the wee hours, but he had something even better in mind.

  As soon as dinner was over, and after we had a little tussle when I offered to help with the dishes and he said no, we ended up fucking on the kitchen island.

  I don’t know how it happened. One minute we were arguing, well I was arguing. He was ignoring me as he took care of the dishes and the next, I turned to leave after threatening to go home.

  Before I knew what was happening I went airborne as he lifted me off my feet and sat me on the cold marble top of the island.

  He pushed some stuff aside, most of it dropped on the floor with a bang and some ended up in the sink that he never seems to use since there was another one.

  He was between my thighs, his hands sliding up beneath my skirt, and his mouth nibbling at mine. I heard the tearing of silk as he ripped my panties off me and then he was there.

  There was no preamble, no buildup. He just loosened his slacks and surged into me. It was quick fast and just what I needed. I came twice. Hard!

  “Are you calm now?”

  “Yeah!” I’d be anything as long as you keep sucking on my neck like that. I leaned my head to the side giving him better access.

  He pulled away and made a face at me. “What did you put on your skin?” He wiped at the foundation I’d used to hide his love bites and from the strained look on his face he didn’t like that I’d done that.

  He lifted me again, this time headed for the stairs and the master bedroom. I thought he was going to drop me on the bed and have his way with me again, yippee, but instead he walked through to the en suite bathroom.

  He stripped me standing before the mirror before losing his own clothes. Then he reached in and turned on the water in the shower before dragging me in after him.

  Even with the look of displeasure on his face, his hands were gentle as he washed my neck and chest. “Don’t do this again. When a man marks a woman it’s for a purpose.”

  What was I supposed to say to that? Nothing that’s what. He ran his fingertip over each and every mark until I was rubbing my knees together.

  When he held my head in his hands under the water and kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world I thanked my lucky stars that he’d come back for me. Then again he didn’t know about the case yet.

  I cleared my mind and enjo
yed the moment. Letting myself relax and just feel. His fingers were now between my thighs rubbing me oh so good until I was up on my toes, clinging to his shoulders.

  He took his time washing me everywhere before getting down on his knees. My breath hitched and my pulse took off. I knew what was coming, how it was going to feel and was already on the verge of cumming before his tongue even slid inside me.

  I played in his hair feeling more confident than I had the night before. He was in a teasing mood. I wanted to race to the finish. Craved the feel of his hard cock pounding into me just like before.

  Instead he took his time cleaning out my insides with his tongue as if he’d lost something in there and was on a search and retrieve mission.

  When he pulled me down to straddle his lap and I finally felt him slide up inside me I breathed easy again. We stayed like that, locked together under the water with our mouths and hips moving together, until going slow was no longer an option.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he got to his feet and stepped out of the shower with me still in his arms. He ran the towel swiftly over both of us before hustling me off to bed.

  He laid me back on the mattress, which sheets had been changed I noticed, and got settled between my thighs. There’s something about a man looking into your eyes as he slides his cock into you. It was intense.

  I saw so much in his eyes before he shuttered them, but what I’d seen made my heart trip in my chest. I felt like crying when he placed butterfly kisses along the edge of my lips and when he lifted me into him, I never wanted the moment to end.

  It’s like he knew I wanted him to go fast, because

  he kept it slow. I felt everything he did to me. Every vein in his cock seemed to rub against my soft feminine walls making me climb higher and higher. “I’ve decided I’m going to keep you.”

  Vanessa

  His words took a moment to register and once they did I found myself wondering about his choice of words. Where did he learn to speak like that? Straight and to the point.

  I was thinking about that to hide the fact that his words made me giddy. It’s not like he was waiting for an answer. After making his announcement he went back to driving me out of my mind.

  My toes went numb as my pelvis strained against his. I felt something building inside me. Something deep, dark, strong. And when he bit into my neck I flew high.

  We spent the weekend together and I didn’t mention the case to him once. In fact he never even brought it up, which I appreciated but knew had it been anyone else they would’ve asked long before now.

  Monday morning I felt kind of weird leaving his

  bed knowing I was going to see him in a few hours across the aisle. “I’ll see you later Vanessa, drive safely.”

  As he walked away from the car I wondered how long this attentiveness of his was gonna last. I know it’s the norm for people to start taking each other for granted after the honeymoon phase was over, but I was hoping we had at least a few months before that happened.

  I’d already accepted that we were going to be together. There was no reason not to. He makes me feel alive, more alive than I do when arguing a case in the courtroom and that’s something I never thought could happen.

  And most importantly, he makes me feel like a woman. When I’d had a moment’s jealousy at the thought of him treating his past women that way, I just came right out and asked.

  “Are you always this way with women? So attentive? Or is this something you do to reel them in before the big change?” We’d been sitting up in bed where he’d served me breakfast.

  He’d taken his time, cutting into a piece of French

  toast which he fed to me before giving me an answer. “If you’re asking if I always go the extra mile with women, the answer’s no.”

  “Not that I’m not always a gentleman, but you’re the first I’ve wanted to do this with. If you’re asking if I’m going to change and start neglecting you sometime in the near future, the answer to that is also no.”

  He’d stopped and gazed off into space. “I learned a long time ago not to take the ones I love for granted.” That was as close as he’d ever come to discussing his past.

  I’d got a lump in my throat but then he’d taken the tray from between us, pushed me back against the pillows and covered me again. The moment had passed.

  I was still a bit nervous as I walked into the courthouse later that morning. Maybe once he learns he’s been cleared he’d show his true colors and walk away leaving me swinging in the wind.

  I held myself together throughout the briefing before the judge where all charges were dropped. He left with his lawyers soon after and my hands were shaking as I packed up my stuff to go.

  I didn’t hear anything my assistant said, nor did I get much done that afternoon when I went back to my office. I sat there pondering what I’d do if it was all a con on his part.

  How would I pick up the pieces of my life and move on from this after feeling all that he’d made me feel? I’m an academic, I don’t believe in love at first sight, at least I’m not supposed to.

  But when I found myself about to cry at the thought of losing him, I knew it was too late. I’d gone and fallen in love with the mysterious, enigmatic man. And no one else would ever be able to take his place.

  CLAUDE

  All weekend I’d waited for her to tell me about the case, but I should’ve known better. From everything I’d learned when I ran her, I knew she was a straight shooter who didn’t believe in cutting corners and doing everything by the book.

  That’s one of the reasons I knew she was mine when she let me take her to my bed. If she hadn’t

  been interested that never would’ve happened. Not that I would’ve let that stop me. I knew what I wanted and planned on doing whatever it took to get it.

  I’d spent most of my life being angry at the world, feeling I’d been robbed. I may have dealt with those feelings, but I still refuse to deny myself anything I wanted in life.

  After court I left and went back home. I needed to be alone to say one final goodbye to my family. My heart hurt, but not as much as it used to, and I knew it was because of her.

  I spent the time between then and the time she would be getting off of work picking up the stuff I’d ordered her the day before.

  By the time the clock struck quarter to six I had her new supply of bubble bath and every kind of bath salts, body butter and scrubs of the scent I’d chosen lined up in the space I’d made for her in the bathroom.

  She came out the door looking beat and just a little down; until she saw me. I walked over to her and took her attaché before taking her hand in my free one. “We’ll leave your car here and come back for it tomorrow.” She didn’t look in any condition to drive.

  We didn’t talk on the way home. She seemed to be inside her head and I left her to her thoughts. Back at the house I ran her a bath after dinner and went back into the bedroom to get her.

  “What’s all this?” She pointed at the array of bottles and containers in the cabinet beside the tub as I leaned over to light the large scented candle I’d bought for her.

  “”It’s yours. I chose my favorite scent, delicate jasmine.” I made sure her water was fine and there were enough bubbles before turning out the light and leaving the room bathed in candlelight.

  “Be right back.” I went back downstairs to the wine cellar and chose a bottle of white wine. She’d hardly touched her glass at dinner.

  I walked it back up to her and stood over her watching her with her eyes closed as her head rested against the bath pillow.

  It was the most at ease I’d seen her. It didn’t take a

  genius to figure out why. The case was behind us and whatever came next would be a much easier hurdle to jump.

  Her eyes popped open and we stared at each other for the longest time until she reached up her hand for the wine glass. Instead I leaned over and kissed her without spilling, and then I gave it to her.

  “
Don’t fall asleep in there baby…” I came up short at the endearment. I’ve never called a woman that before, it’s something my dad used to call my mom. It’s special.

  To hide the sudden emotion I turned and walked away, pulling the door closed behind me. I didn’t trust her not to fall asleep in there so I kept checking on her until the water grew cool.

  I lifted her out and stood her on the rug to dry her off. She was acting like the baby I’d called her and I knew she’d had a rough day.

  I’d put her in a bit of a pickle, but I already had something in the works to take care of that. I’m nothing if not innovative, and had learned a long time ago how to handle myself in any situation.

  By next week she’ll have a new lead and this one would be tied up nice and neat. It would be killing two birds with one stone. I didn’t feel any guilt about the man that was about to go down.

  He’d been getting away with crimes for a couple of decades. I had no doubt that with the evidence I’d left and the trail leading to his past deeds that my girl would have him sewn up tight in no time.

  I lifted her in my arms and took her to bed

  intending to let her rest. But when she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her all my good intentions went out the window.

  “Tell me what you want…baby.” It was getting easier to say and filled a place inside of me that I didn’t even know was empty until now.

  “You, I want you.” I wiped the tear that escaped her eye and kissed her cheek. I was going to go slow this time. I wanted to show her without the words I wasn’t ready to say what she had come to mean to me.

  But then she opened her legs wide and pressed her cunt against me and I forgot. “I want you on your knees.” I love fucking her like that.

  I feel like I can reach places inside her from this angle and that little crook at the head of my cock can still reach her sweet spot.