Delivering His Heir

by Jesse Jordan

  “I know,” I whisper, looking down. “Rick… I know this might sound strange, but I’m not experienced at this. I’m a little nervous.”

  “Can you do what you agreed to do?” Rick asks, a slight bit of tension in his voice. “If not, I need to know now.”

  “No!” I protest, worried if I say I can’t, he’s going to turn the plane around. “I can, I just… a little patience would be appreciated.”

  Rick nods, smirking as he turns around and locks the door. “Patience I can do. Tell me Su Lin, how long has it been?”

  I look down, biting my lip. This is not the way I expected my wedding night to happen, but it’s too late to back out now. “Four years. My last year in university I was still a virgin, and I didn’t want to graduate without at least knowing what it felt like, so my boyfriend at the time and I… well, you know.”

  Rick sits down next to me, setting a warm hand on my knee, where my skin starts tingling again. What is it about his touch that has me feeling this way? We’ve only ever kissed once, at our ‘wedding,’ but still I could feel it then. There’s something undeniable about him, a presence and a confidence that makes a deep, instinctual part of me want him. “Then I guess I have a lot to teach you. Because trust me, Su Lin, by the time you bury me, you will be fully versed in every way a woman can be pleasured.”

  I turn to him, my eyes widening as he leans in, kissing me. At the first touch I’m nervous, but the electricity of his lips and the way his tongue traces over my lips ignites a glow deep in my belly that I’ve never felt before. I didn’t tell Rick, but my one time with my boyfriend wasn’t all that much fun, and while not painful, didn’t exactly rock my world.

  Rick’s kiss is different, though. There’s no emotional tenderness in it, but still his touch on my skin seems to set my brain on fire, and as he slides a hand over my breast, I can’t help but gasp as his fingers play with my left nipple, stroking and tugging it lightly until my head’s swimming with sparks of desire and my heart’s thumping in my chest.

  “Lay back,” Rick says, and I’m unable to say no, spreading out on the top of the bed. Rick slides down my body, helping me with the catch on my skirt and pulling it down my legs to toss it, unconcerned, over his shoulder. “My… you are beautiful.”

  Heat rushes to my face as I realize he’s looking at my panty covered pussy, a part of my body I’m more aware of than ever as his burning gaze takes me in. I reach for my waistband, trying to do my part, but Rick captures my hands, shaking his head lightly as he eases my thighs apart. “I’m going to teach you some things.”

  “O… okay,” I stutter as he kisses the inside of my right leg. In my head, I know what he’s going to do, but I’ve never actually thought it would happen to me. Chinese men don’t do this, not the way Rick is as his tongue traces up the inside of my leg to the edge of my panties, making my heart stop for a moment before he teases around, knowing that he’s driving me insane with arousal. My pussy quickly soaks and I’m left breathless, clutching at the sheets until he pauses, the warmth of his breath felt through my panties but he’s not touching me at all. I look down, and I see him looking up at me with detached amusement in his eyes. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it, he’s turning me on so much. “Please?”

  “Of course,” Rick says, sliding a finger inside my panties and pulling them to the side. The first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips is greater than anything I’ve ever experienced, and in moments he’s licking and eating me out with abandon and a rough thoroughness that has me shaking, crying out again and again in Chinese that I can’t take any more, but also begging him to keep going.

  Rick hums in total understanding, his tongue circling my clit. I feel something press against me, and without pausing he fills me with two of his fingers, undulating them somehow and making my eyes roll back. The whole world goes black and I scream, my body quaking in an intense orgasm. It feels like the whole world is cracking as my body squeezes his fingers and I soak his face with my juices, and Rick doesn’t stop, rubbing a spot inside me that I’ve never felt before. The feeling of cumming doesn’t stop, but somehow draws out longer and longer, while at the same time everything snaps back into focus.

  “Ready?” Rick says when I can finally see again, looking down to watch him withdraw his fingers. He’s shrugged off his shirt in the amount of time I’ve been senseless, revealing to me a body that looks like it’s been carved out of warm granite. Every muscle in his upper body is flawless, flowing into each other, not too big, not too small, but perfectly proportioned and every bit of it powerful. I marvel as a drop of sweat trickles down his neck and over his chest before disappearing into the deep grooves between his stomach muscles, tugging my eyes down with it.

  He’s still wearing his pants, but as I watch he slides off his bed, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the carpet. Next is his underwear, and what’s revealed to me makes my mouth go dry. He’s… huge. Compared to the one and only other sex partner I’ve ever had, he’s at least twice the size, with a thick shaft that’s covered in throbbing veins that I just know will stretch and ignite the nerves inside my body until I’ve felt like I’ve been sent to heaven.

  “Yes….” I whisper without even realizing it. Rick smiles, although again there’s no real warmth to his smile but more amusement. Still, as he climbs back onto the bed to rub the deep reddish-purple head of his cock through my pussy lips, I am still filled with a hunger, a need to feel this man claim me and take me. I spread my legs a little wider, curling my hips up to meet him and make it easier to slide into my body.

  “Then now,” Rick says, impaling me with one savage thrust. It’s agonizing but also thrilling as his cock spreads me open, feeling like it’s ripping me apart from the bottom up and leaving me breathless again. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and Rick pauses, watching my face as I adjust to his massive girth. My pussy squeezes and contracts around him, slowly accepting this powerful invader, and when it’s finally ready I give him a slow nod. “Hold on.”

  I reach up, holding onto Rick’s shoulders as he starts pumping, thrusting his cock in and out of me in long, deep strokes that does more than stimulate nerves I never knew existed, but feels like he’s truly telling my body that I now am his. I clutch at his back, trying to look into Rick’s eyes, but I have to turn away after a moment. He’s not cold but I can see in his face that while he’s enjoying what we’re doing and he’s not trying to hurt me… there’s no tenderness there. He doesn’t care about my feelings, although he’s also going to make sure I enjoy this as a matter of course or just common courtesy. It’s slightly… embarrassing.

  My body doesn’t care though as Rick’s hips drive his cock again and again into my pussy. His skin rubs over mine, grinding against my clit and sending shockwaves of heat through me each time he withdraws, only to powerfully take me again. I’m driven again, higher this time as my body knows that I’m being fucked thoroughly and completely, in a way that I never thought could be done. I certainly never felt this last time, and I’m squeezing him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.

  My pussy clenches around him, and Rick grunts, speeding up as he’s pushed as well, abandoning his cool politeness to indulge in his animal desires. Faster and faster he fucks me, our bodies sweaty and slapping together as he pounds me deeper into the mattress. I tremble, caught on the edge of cumming again but some instinct inside me wants to feel Rick first. I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching him as his powerful ass muscles thrust his massive cock deep inside me, and Rick growls.

  Rick pulls back, pausing before his animal side totally takes over. Time freezes as he pushes my knees up until I’m almost rolled in half, pounding my body relentlessly, grinding into me and obliterating everything except the feeling of his cock inside me, his body on mine, and the heat shooting up my spine to add to the fire inside my brain.

  “Fuck!” I scream in Mandarin as Rick hammers me one last time, our hips slapping together. I squeeze
him, my body convulsing as I feel my second orgasm explode deep within me. Rick almost howls in triumph and I feel his cock swell, exploding deep within me and making my climax even more intense as he fills me with his warm seed. There’s something natural, organic, and sexy as fuck about being filled this way, and as the darkness that’s been threatening on the edges of my vision descends, I know that this is just the first of many times that he might make me feel this way.

  Still… for all the physical pleasure, I wish there was something more behind it too.

  “Welcome to the United States,” Freida says, waking me from my sleep. I roll over, so shocked that I don’t realize that I’m still naked until Freida clears her throat and I look down, seeing my breasts exposed. I clutch the sheet to me, knowing I’m turning deep red.

  “Where’s Rick?” I ask, looking around. “I thought I’d be awoken before landing.”

  “Rick challenged the flight crew to set us down so lightly that you wouldn’t feel it,” Freida replies. “Come, we need to get you dressed before we have to go through Immigration and Customs. Don’t worry, I already had the papers prepared in the air, they’re printed out and just need your signature. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”

  “Of course,” I reply. Freida leaves, and I quickly pull my blouse and skirt back on, wishing I had access to my bag where I have some fresh panties. Walking off the plane, I swear I look like I’ve got a sign on my forehead that says I just got fucked at thirty six thousand feet, but I’m too nervous to say anything about it. Freida meets me at the bottom of the steps and escorts me all the way through Immigration and out to the waiting limo before I can even think again. “Wait!”

  “What?” Freida asks, closing the trunk on the limo. “Did you forget something on the plane?”

  “No… but where’s Rick?” I ask. “I mean, I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

  Freida chuckles. “He deplaned as soon as he could, taking his personal car back to the estate. He explained you might be a little… sore, so riding in the passenger seat of his personal car wouldn’t be the best idea in the world for you. I don’t mind, it means I didn’t have to take the limo back by myself.”

  “You drive this thing?” I ask, and Freida nods. “What else do you do for Rick?”

  “Just about anything he needs,” Freida says. “Climb in, you can ride shotgun, if you like. It’s about a ninety minute drive out to the estate from here, if traffic’s good.”

  I climb in, buckling up as Freida gets behind the wheel. “This isn’t the stretch limo, Rick only rents one of those when he feels the need,” Freida tells me as she turns the key. I’m surprised when there’s no sound at all as we pull out of the parking spot. I lower the window, but still… nothing. Freida quickly understands, and explains. “It’s electric.”

  “An electric limo?” I ask, surprised. “An ecological supersonic airplane, an electric limo… what is Rick?”

  Freida puts the window up, chuckling. “He’s been called a lot of things. Wunderkind, mad genius, Edison of the Twenty First Century… either way Su Lin, Rick Kelley is one of the most inventive minds the world’s seen in at least two generations. Most of his work is in the realm of aircraft design and energy research, although he’s tinkered in a few other areas. He currently holds over a hundred patents.”

  “Many companies hold patents,” I reply, and Freida chuckles. “What? I studied that in university, how Apple holds patents on dozens of things they design.”

  “K-S doesn’t hold the patents,” Freida says. “Rick does. As in, he invented them himself. It’s given him leverage when… well, that’s Rick’s choice when to tell you about that.”

  “The business issue,” I reply, and Freida nods. “So why hasn’t he gotten married before me?”

  “Trikala Syndrome,” Freida says sadly. “I started working for Rick ten years ago, and even then he had this sort of maniacal, fatalistic outlook on everything. He knew his time was ticking away, and there was so much that he wanted to do, to experience, to create. Five years ago, when Trikala went from stage one to stage two, he finally semi-retired, although he still keeps up a schedule that would put most men to shame. You’re going to have quite the task in front of you, trying to keep up with him as well as get him… well, get yourself with child.”

  I swallow, watching as we pull onto the American Interstate. There’s nothing but blue sky overhead, a dramatic blue that I’ve rarely seen in Beijing, and so many trees… I can’t help it, I’m afraid. I feel like a little girl. I go quiet, worrying about the next year of my life as the miles roll by, my disquiet increasing every minute we leave the urban landscape behind and drive by what seems like vast empty spaces. “Freida?”

  “Yes?” Freida replies, glancing over. “You feel okay?”

  “I’m… I’m scared,” I admit. “I don’t know if I can do this. I want to, but how am I supposed to be everything that Rick wants me to be? I’m just a regular woman from Beijing.”

  Freida sighs, and glances over again. “You have to. Because so much more than your future rests on it. But don’t panic, Rick also told me as he deplaned that he wants me to help you with your transition to American life. So I’m no longer his personal assistant, but yours.”

  I look over, seeing the mix of hope, worry, and a little bit of hostility that I guess I can expect from someone in Freida’s position. “Thank you. I’ll do my best to learn.”

  “Good. Lesson number one: from now on, you gotta learn to ride in the back. You’re the wife of one of the richest men in the world. You must learn how to act like it. The other lessons… well, they can wait until after we get to the estate.”

  Rick

  “Hey Rick, long time no see!”

  Similar sentiments echo from other knots of people warming up on the large mats that fill the training space. One of the advantages of living in Minnesota, just about everyone has wrestling mats, and there are tons of other clubs that use them. For me, after the past week, getting a little stress relief by doing some jiu-jitsu is just what I need.

  “Had business to take care of,” I reply, tossing a wave to some of the people I know. “You know how it is. Work, work, work.”

  “Oh yeah, work is so hard when you’ve got more money than I’ve got toilet paper,” one of the guys jokes. “What’d you make this week? Two million?”

  I chuckle, going over to the corner and pulling off my warmup pants and changing into grappling shorts and a rash guard. As I do, the instructor, a nice guy named Julian, comes over. “Hey Rick, have a proposal for you.”

  I smirk, thinking that proposals have been most of my week. Whether it’s Harvey’s proposal to the Pentagon or my proposal to Su Lin, that word’s getting thrown around a lot. Su Lin… I know that I proposed to her for straightforward reasons, she’s educated, she’s intelligent, she’s hungry for stability, and I knew she couldn’t be manipulated by her family or her government. Also, she’s got a strong moral compass, as strange as that sounds considering our arrangement. But also, I have to admit, she’s beautiful and from the first moment I laid eyes on her I wanted her.

  Last night, as I undressed her in the bedroom on the plane, I couldn’t believe just how beautiful and perfect she was. Skin as fine as any silk, nerves that responded in an instant to my touch… and being inside her….

  “Hey, Rick?”

  I blink, realizing two things. One, Julian’s just asked me a question. Second, I’m glad I’m wearing compression shorts underneath what I normally wear for practice, because my cock is about ready to burst I’m so hard. “Sorry Julian, must be the jet lag. What did you say?”

  “I said, the team needs a representative at one ninety for the Great Lakes Grappling Championships, Vince tore the hell out of his ankle and Simon’s nowhere near ready for tournaments,” Julian repeats. “I’d have asked you straight out, but I know how you are about competing. Still-”

  “I can’t,” I answer, tying my shorts. “You know I don’t do tournaments.”
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br />   “No, you just school the shit out of every club you visit,” Julian jokes back. “If you put in the time in a gi, you’d have your blackbelt, I’d say you could be at the North American Championships in a year.”

  “Yeah well…” I reply, thinking I won’t have a year. “Either way, I’ve got new stuff going on. I got married.”

  “Married?” Julian says, loud enough that everyone turns to look at me. “No shit?”

  “No shit,” I admit, slightly pissed at myself for letting it slip. I keep my private life private for a reason. These guys and girls don’t know about my health problem, and I sure as hell didn’t want them knowing about my damn marital status. Still, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I guess I need to play damage control, and quickly. “Girl I met online, her name’s Su Lin.”

  “So the player’s done playing,” Julian says, smirking. “Well then, I guess we’ve got only one thing to do. Everyone, circle up!”

  “Julian….” I warn as everyone makes a big circle in the middle of the mat. “You know I don’t believe in your superstition.”

  “Yeah well, I do,” Julian jokes back. “Here’s the rules, for those who haven’t done this before. Rick here’s going to be in the middle, and in turn he has to go against everyone here. If he can do that without losing… tradition states he’ll have his biggest wish within the next year.”

  “And if he loses?” some joker asks, and Julian smirks.

  “Well… better luck next marriage,” Julian answers. “Now normally, it’s just a matter of survival, timed rounds. But Rick here’s a bit of a stud so… you go to the tap. No time limit.”

  Even I have to gulp a little as I look around the circle, today’s practice has fifteen people, sixteen if you include Julian. Sixteen people, all going to submission? Still, I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I roll my neck and shoulders, hoping Julian keeps with the other tradition and starts with the newbies first, I need to warm up.