Delivering His Heir

by Jesse Jordan

  I glower, but Rick’s unrelenting. “I see.”

  “I hope so,” Rick replies, still tense but willing to accept my acquiescence for now. “Tomorrow, I have arranged a practice formal dinner for us. The other attendees will be house staff, but it is important that you behave properly. Freida will show you what to do.”

  Without a reply from me he gets up and leaves, pausing at the door to turn back. “Also tomorrow night, we will have sex. Cycle times. See you later.”

  I feel uncomfortable in my new cocktail dress, rolling my shoulders to adjust for my new bra. I thought my dress that I wore for work at the bar in Beijing was revealing, but I feel more naked in this. The tops of my breasts feel cool from the exposure, and my shoulders are breaking out in goosebumps as I meet Rick in the hallway outside the estate’s formal dining room.

  “Your makeup’s flawed,” Rick notes, looking me over. “Too much on the eyes, you’re too close to the line.”

  “What line?” I ask, thoroughly confused. “The eye line?”

  “No… the line between sultry and slutty,” Rick says. “Come on, let’s see how dinner goes.”

  The doors to the dining room open, and I take Rick’s arm despite my feelings, just like Freida instructed me. The room is half full, I can identify some of the people here from around the estate, but many of the others I don’t know. Freida, of course, is here, standing by the wall with her tablet in her hand. She’s the only person not dressed for a formal dining, wearing instead a blue suit that somehow makes her stand out as being the ‘referee’ of this whole charade.

  “Pleasure to see you all,” Rick says, pausing for a moment before continuing. I don’t even listen to what he’s saying, as I realize I was supposed to say something as well. Shit. Strike one, and I wonder how many more I’m going to screw up.

  The dinner continues, and while I try to keep up with everything Freida’s told me, I keep getting little glances from Rick that tell me I’m making mistakes. By the time the dessert’s served and it’s time for dancing, I’m a nervous wreck, twisting my napkin in my lap around my fingers until I can barely feel anything.

  “Would you care to dance?” Rick asks, holding out his hand to me as the tables are cleared away and the sound system starts up. I want to say no, but I know that it’s expected of me and take his hand. The room clears out, this portion of the ‘practice’ is just for me and Rick.

  The music starts and while I hear the beat, what Rick does takes me off guard and I stumble. This isn’t like any dancing I’ve done before, and Rick notices. “Relax, follow my lead,” he growls lightly. “Feel the pressure of my hand on your hip, our hands together. This isn’t a formal waltz or anything. Just follow my lead.”

  Instead of arguing I let my mind go blank, just following the music and Rick’s guidance. It’s easier this way, letting him be in control and I honestly feel good this way too. He’s infuriating, but also commanding, and I can’t deny that he makes me feel safe and secure in his arms. The music slows and he pulls me closer, my body pressing up against his. I feel another tingle growing deep in my belly, and I realize just how handsome and sexy my new husband is.

  “You made a lot of mistakes during dinner,” Rick says, looking into my eyes. I should be upset, but there’s something in the way he says is that doesn’t hurt at all.

  “I’m not going to apologize for them,” I reply, letting go of his hand and putting both arms around his neck. “I know some of them, I’ll relax and do better next time.”

  “That’s what I like about you,” he says, his body pressing against me and making me very aware that underneath this cocktail dress I’m wearing nothing but a sheer bra and thong set, along with a garter belt and stockings. My nipples tighten, and even though just minutes ago I felt like sex would be the last thing on my mind, now I’m unable to resist the urges he’s building inside me. “You’ve got strength, Su Lin. We’ll have to train it, but it’s there.”

  I certainly don’t feel strong as Rick pulls me tighter, his lips finding mine and setting my brain on fire. He’s demanding, my mouth opening seemingly on it’s own to let his tongue in. I moan softly as Rick kisses down to my neck before pulling away as the music stops. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  I want to say no, that I need to have more than just a dinner and a dance, but my body knows what it wants. I take Rick’s hand, my heart fluttering and my stomach dropping as he pulls me close and picks me up, leading me not out of the same door we came in but a side door, up the stairs and to a bedroom I’ve never seen before. “Where is this?”

  “Another bedroom, the estate has nine,” Rick says before kissing me again. He lays me back on the bed, pinning me down before sitting up and shrugging off his tuxedo jacket. “Don’t worry, the staff cleans the whole place regularly.”

  Before I can protest, that this should be in my bedroom or his, he pushes me against the wall, covering my mouth again in a blistering kiss that leaves me panting. Sliding a hand up my leg, he lifts the hem of my dress higher and higher until he encounters the slim line of my panties. “When I said you were on the wrong side of the line between sultry and slutty….”

  “Yes?”

  “Right side now,” Rick says, tugging my panties aside and cupping my pussy. I gasp, I’m already so aroused from our dance and foreplay he doesn’t need to be gentle as he slides two fingers inside me, again curling them and making my body shiver at the sensations. “Do you know what I’m doing?”

  “No,” I whimper, captured by his eyes as he continues to stroke something inside me. “What… oh fuck… what is that?”

  “It’s called your g-spot,” Rick says with a chuckle. “It’s not a myth, you know.”

  I whimper again, lifting my leg higher and giving him better access as he strokes and massages the area. I’ve heard of it, of course. After such a lousy introduction to sex as a college student I went on a bit of an erotic research streak… but I didn’t think it’d feel this good. Rick brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing it and making me gasp, my pussy gushing over his fingers. “Holy shit!”

  “You certainly curse like a native,” Rick teases, pulling his fingers out. He wafts them under his nose, licking one of them in appreciation before offering the other. “You should see how intoxicating you really are.”

  I’ve never tasted myself before, but I cannot deny him as he slides the still glistening finger into my mouth. The sensation is musky, spicy almost and nearly as heady as feeling him inside me. My hand comes forward, undoing his pants and wrapping around his cock, pumping him lightly until he’s fully hard in my grasp. “Please Rick… let me?”

  “No,” Rick says with utter finality. He pulls me from the wall and shoves me towards the bed, where I hit and bend over. In an instant he’s on me, his lips on my neck as he pulls my dress up, my high heels putting me in the perfect position. Without worrying about our clothing he thrusts, filling me from behind and making me hiss in a mix of disappointment and desire. “You like?”

  “Asshole...” I try and get out. “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Another time,” Rick says, grabbing my hips and pulling back before stroking back in and sending a wave of pleasure up my spine to explode in my brain. “You have me so close that I wouldn’t have been able to last.”

  His honest words reassure me that I have power too, and I push back into him on his next thrust, my ass and his hips slapping together. Rick growls, grabbing my hair and pulling me back, taking total control as he pounds his cock in and out of my body. I’m helpless but I don’t care, my eyes slitted tightly shut as I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of being thoroughly, relentlessly fucked senseless by a man who knows exactly how to do it. His free hand reaches under my dress, tugging on the fabric covering my breasts and something rips. I don’t care except for it gives Rick more access and my breasts soon add to the feelings rushing through me.

  We speed up, and I plant my hands on the bed, trying to keep myself upright as Rick pumps his cock in and o
ut of me faster and faster until my legs are trembling and my knees feel like they’re about to collapse at any second. I’m barely able to breathe when I feel Rick’s cock swell, and I know we’re nearly there. “Please!”

  I don’t know what it is about that word but I love begging Rick to give me his cum and he responds, his hips hammering into mine twice more he nearly breaks my hips in half with a titanic thrust that buries himself so deep inside me I can almost believe he’s in my stomach. I feel him start to cum, and it pushes me over as well, clenching around him and keeping everything inside me as he squirts again and again.

  My legs finally give out and I sag onto the bed, totally boneless while Rick holds me up in his powerful arms. “Not yet,” he murmurs in my ear, easing me all the way onto the bed, sliding behind me. In the deepest depths of my mind where I can still somehow thing, I realize that he’s not going soft, and instead, stays inside me as we stretch out and he lifts my leg. “Now… let’s really enjoy ourselves.”

  I’m still shaking in the aftershocks of my third orgasm when Rick gets off the bed, reaching for his clothes. “Where are you going?”

  Rick doesn’t stop, pulling his shirt on and buttoning it as he replies. “If you want to sleep here, that’s fine. If not, your bedroom is just down the hall. I have some things I need to do before I go to bed.”

  I’m too surprised and shocked to say anything, and a minute later Rick’s dressed and leaves, closing the door behind him. I lay back, and it’s only a minute later that I feel the prickling in my eyes. The tears trickle from my eyes, but I bite back the sobs.

  So this is what I am to be, a well trained womb who can take an epic fucking and give him plenty of entertainment that way.

  Fine, I can live by that.

  It doesn’t make it any easier, though.

  Rick

  I’m looking over the computer simulations on the project’s that been burning in my brain for over a week now when the door to my in-house lab opens, and Freida comes in. I look up, feeling the onset of a tension headache and glad for the distraction. It’s one of my drawbacks, when I get going I don’t care about taking care of my body until it’s in full rebellion. “Hey Freida, how’s it going?”

  “Not that well,” Freida says, closing the door behind her and crossing the room to sit down across from me at my lab desk. “How’s the materials analysis?”

  “It’s missing something,” I admit, talking while I check the live results of my latest tests. “I’m getting the efficiency I want on a small scale, but when the assembly grows over two hundred square feet, it’s dropping off dramatically. I have to determine if it’s a geometry thing or a materials thing. What brings you by, you say things aren’t going well. Su Lin?”

  “Yes, Su Lin,” Freida says. “Things aren’t working out.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask, rubbing at my temples. Goddamn headache, maybe it’s time to shut it down for a few hours and get a workout in, let my brain unwind long enough to get a reset in. “She’s been here a week now, I thought that her behavior’s improving.”

  Freida rolls her eyes, reaching out and closing the screen on my laptop and making me look up in anger, she knows that’s one of those things that’ll piss me off. “What are you-”

  “You told me when you semi-retired that you wanted me to be your devil’s advocate, although I think more than anything else you wanted me to be your conscience,” Freida says, leaning over and glaring at me. “Rick, I care about you, you know that. But I also know you well enough, been inside your inner circle long enough that I could never fall in love with you. That’s probably the reason why I’ve been successful at my damn job.”

  “Probably,” I admit. “So what’s got you pissed off right now? Is she continuing to make mistakes? Or do you think she won’t be able to handle what I’m asking of her?”

  Freida shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “Rick, what’s not working out isn’t Su Lin. She’s spent this past week busting her ass. And she’s strong too, I saw that the night she stood up to me and demanded at least one meal a day be in her own style. The other day she even went into the kitchen and taught Chef how to prepare her lunch in the Chinese style so that she could eat more comfortably.”

  “Good,” I reply, encouraged. “Part of the rules and training I’ve been having you give her is to test how strong she is. I never intended to have her be a doormat.”

  “Yeah well, that’s not what she thinks,” Freida counters. “She sees you for roughly two hours a day, half of that being dinner and the other half being sex before you’re out again. And during those dinners, all you do is point out the hundred little mistakes she makes. I hate to tell you also, but fucking a woman and then walking out so you can get a late night workout or run some materials tests is not exactly good for someone’s self esteem. Su Lin isn’t dropping the ball, Rick. You are.”

  The vehemence in her words stops my counterargument in my mouth and I take a moment, thinking. Finally, I nod. “Okay. Point taken. So what should I do?”

  “Well, how about for one, have a date with your wife?” Freida asks with a disbelieving laugh, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Take a day, don’t come into the lab, and get to know Su Lin. You know her dossier like the back of your hand, but you don’t know her. And she doesn’t know you, other than I can tell that she’s… well physically you satisfy her.”

  “Glad to know I’m not screwing up that part,” I comment sarcastically, making Freida glower. “What?”

  “Stop treating her like a rent-a-womb or a cum dumpster,” Freida growls, personally offended I think. “All these lessons are supposed to make sure she’s strong enough and able to handle herself when your disease goes south, right? Well I can tell you right now, if you want her to be a good mother, or to even keep your baby, you better start giving her a reason beyond dollar signs. Because Su Lin’s got more self esteem and worth than that.”

  Again, Freida’s gotten me, and I think before nodding to myself. “Okay. Arrange for Su Lin and I to have a day together, tell her about it.”

  “Do it yourself,” Freida shoots back. When I lift an eyebrow, she shakes her head. “Rick, you need to ask her out on a date, not schedule it like a root canal.”

  Sighing, I throw up my hands. “Okay, okay. Where is she now?”

  “In the library, last I checked. She’s reading and working on her English. Which, by the way, you shouldn’t criticize her for. She’s got a slight accent, but considering that her English is a lot better than your foreign language skills, you’ve got no leg to stand on. All you know is how to bedroom talk in a few languages.”

  I roll my eyes, Freida can be a major pain in the ass when she wants to be. But she’s right. Beyond knowing how to ask ‘wanna fuck?’ in a half dozen languages, I can barely ask where the bathroom is. “Okay. Then would you at least put together a nice date for us? A picnic by the lake would be nice.”

  “And you two should do your morning workouts together,” Freida adds. “And dinner out. I know Mankato isn’t exactly fancy digs, but I’d stay out of the chopper for a while.”

  “I don’t do morning workouts though, you know I’m stiff as a board in the morning,” I reply, making Freida laugh.

  “Yeah well, maybe your morning stiffness might impress her still,” she teases me. “Tomorrow you can. Trust me, it’ll do you both good. Now go ask your wife out.”

  I’m uncharacteristically nervous as I stretch and try to get some limberness in my body. I haven’t told Freida, but I suspect that my morning creakiness is a sign of my Trikala Syndrome. I’m too young to have age catching up with me, and as a younger man I practically jumped out of bed ready to rock. Now, my brain still works just fine, but don’t ask me to do anything physical before ten in the morning.

  The door to the home gym opens, and Su Lin comes in, looking slightly shy as she closes the door behind her. I take a moment to admire the way she looks, she’s dressed not to impress but to work hard, in a
form fitting tank top, simple white running shoes, and legging that, quite honestly, makes her backside look hot. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning,” I reply, coming over and taking her hands before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for today.”

  “What would you like to do today?” Su Lin asks, and I have to smile as she blushes slightly. “I know that your workouts are normally heavier than mine.”

  “Not today,” I reply. “Freida’s told me that you have been doing lots of wushu and other gymnastic style work, I was thinking the same thing today. How about we do a little bit of yours, a little bit of mine, and just have some fun?”

  Su Lin smiles, and I’m struck again at just how lovely she can be. We start our workout, and as we go I’m impressed with not only her skills, but how hard she works. Her wushu has given her incredible flexibility and balance, and as we switch up from exercise to exercise, I’m enjoying myself. We’re both smiling by the end of the hour even as we’re covered in sweat. “Wow.”

  “You flatter,” Su Lin says, stopping when I shake my head. “Really?”

  “Really. We could debate the effectiveness of your wushu versus my jiu-jitsu some other time, but from a purely visual aspect… yeah, wow.”

  Su Lin smiles again, and I take the opportunity to lean in close and give her a kiss on the cheek. It makes her blush more deeply, and as I go back to my room to shower and change before breakfast, I think the day’s off to a wonderful beginning.

  The morning proves me right, as Su Lin and I talk about a lot of things over a shared breakfast before progressing to a walk outside the house around the grounds of my estate. Nothing overly important, but instead we discuss our martial arts backgrounds for most of the morning. It’s refreshing to find that, rather than the dogmatic point of view that I had been expecting from Su Lin, instead she’s open minded and exploring, recognizing some of the shared ideas our two philosophies have while respecting the differences.