by Jesse Jordan
“You could… but you want it too,” I growl back, grabbing his shirt and yanking. “You want me.”
“Bitch,” Rick hisses, but I can hear it in his voice, he knows I’m right. He wants me, but even as he does he’s pissed, so his kiss is combative, the two of us dueling, sparring almost as the elevator makes its way to the top floor. His lips almost bruise mine as he kisses me, his hands rough on my breasts through my dress as I grind my body against him, daring him to give me everything he has.
In a wushu bout, the winner isn’t always the strongest, or the fastest, but rather the one who most uses their skills while negating the skills of their opponent. I use that idea now, cupping Rick’s cock through his pants while panting in his ear. “You know you want me on my knees, my husband,” I purr as he kisses down my throat, distracting me. “You want to watch as I look up at you with my big green eyes and plump lips, wrapping them around that thick cock and sucking it into my mouth. You want to grab my hair and force me-”
Rick growls, picking me up as the elevator dings and carrying me in his arms through the penthouse to the sofa, almost throwing against the leather cushions. He yanks his tuxedo jacket and the rest of his shirt off, buttons popping before he undoes his pants, dropping them to the ground, his cock surging hard and already mostly out of his underwear. “On your knees, you ungrateful wench.”
I do as he says, sliding my arms through the straps on my dress and exposing my breasts before I do, letting him see the perky light brown nipples as I reach out, cupping his balls and licking my lips. I open up, trying to tease him and take control of the blowjob but he’s not messing around any more. Instead his thick head invades my mouth even before I have a chance to even run my tongue over the velvety soft flared head, and he grins, grabbing the back of my head. “You said I wanted it… and you’re right. Now take it, and take your punishment.”
Rick fucks my mouth, half gagging me, but even in his punishment he rides that edge, never hurting me but making me totally aware that I cannot resist him, that there’s nothing I could do to stop this even if I wanted to. Instead he thoroughly fucks me, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until I feel him brushing against the back of my throat. I try, driven by the competitive spirit flowing between us and open up more, taking him all the way inside until my nose presses against the crinkly hairs at the base of his cock.
I swallow, massaging his cock and his eyes widen slightly, I doubt many women could do what I just did. That’s right, Rick. I’m the best woman you’re ever going to have, and more than a match for you.
Rick seems to read my mind and pulls out, sweet air flooding my lungs as his cock is pulled out and I gasp. Rick pulls me to my feet in his powerful arms, kissing me deeply and lifting my leg, my dress now nothing more than a band of fabric between my breasts and waist. Yanking my panties to the side he turns, pulling me down onto the sofa and spearing me with his cock.
I groan, knowing that while I might be on top I can barely move the feeling is so overwhelming, and Rick takes advantage, grabbing my ass and kneading it, jackhammering his cock upward in savage, almost brutal strokes that have me grabbing the edge of the couch behind his head. My breasts drag over his lips and Rick licks, sucking and biting on my nipples, pain and pleasure combining to overwhelm me.
“You… you win,” I gasp, but Rick doesn’t stop, pumping his cock faster and harder as he squeezes my ass. Tears roll down my cheeks as he goes harder, ignoring my pleading voice to slow down, that I can’t take it any more even as my pussy squeezes him, that I will try to be good even as he punishes me harder and harder.
My first orgasm rips through me like a subway train rocketing out of a tunnel, buffeting me and making me throw my head from side to side, my hair whipping as I try with all my might to gain some measure of control. But Rick doesn’t care, his cock continuing to pound and punish me, driving into me his lesson, that I belong to Rick Kelley and nobody else.
My head throbs with my pulse as Rick turns me over, pinning me to the cushions and kissing my lips. I know I’m about to pass out, the feelings are overwhelming and I can’t breathe, my lungs paralyzed as Rick doesn’t let my orgasm stop. Instead his cock adds to it, each powerful stroke building another layer for me to plummet through. I can’t stand it, gasping weakly as I try to hold on.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, the darkness overwhelming me. It seems to be enough, and as I feel myself slipping away I also feel Rick thrust into me one more time, and the intense pleasure that comes with him cumming deep inside my body. It pushes me over the edge, and I descend into that place the French call la petit mort, the little death.
Su Lin
I wake up in the morning in the familiar but unwanted feeling of being in bed alone. Two nights ago, the night we came to Los Angeles, I’d for the first time slept with my husband, and I thought that it could become something we’d do on a regular basis.
Instead, after an explosive night that’s left my body aching and sore, I wake up alone again. Sitting up, I try and keep myself calm, going around the suite and looking for Rick, but by the time I see that the closets are empty and that some of Rick’s bags are gone, I can’t hold it back any more. Collapsing on a chair, I start crying, hot tears coursing down my cheeks as I bury my face in my hands.
I don’t know how long I cry, but when they taper off, I can sense someone else in the room. I look up and see Freida sitting in one of the other chairs, looking as always perfect in her suit and carrying her tablet. “Rick’s taken the Panther back to the estate.”
“I guessed,” I reply, sighing before I can start crying again. “Freida… I can’t do this any more.”
“What do you mean?” Freida asks, setting her tablet aside. “Come on, you guys had an argument, that happens.”
I shake my head, leaning back and grabbing the tail of my shirt and wiping at my eyes furiously. “It not that, Freida. I can’t take the whole thing. I spent weeks trying to be good, to learn and adapt to what Rick needed. And I thought things were going well. He was spending more time with me, I wasn’t so lonely any longer. Disneyland was a fantasy. Sure, one from when I was a little girl, but still… and then last night….”
“I know,” Freida says softly. “I spent all night dealing with it. Drew originally wanted to press charges until I got ahold of the security footage.”
I blanch, remembering what else might have been caught on security cameras in the elevators, but I can’t change that. “How am I supposed to understand all this?” I rasp, my throat tight. “I don’t even know what made Rick so angry.”
Freida sighs, reaching back and undoing the clip that holds her hair back and shaking her long locks free before coming over and sitting next to me. “You didn’t know.”
“Know what?” I ask, pulling my knees up to my chest and rocking back in my chair. “Freida, I feel helpless.”
Freida nods, rubbing at her cheek. “Drew and Rick have been social rivals for the past decade at least. They’re two sides of the same gold coin, I guess you could say.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Rick’s new money,” Freida answers me, “I’ll let him tell you any details, but he came from a poor background. All of his money, all that he has, he got through being one of the smartest men in the world. And there are families and people who don’t appreciate that. They see Rick as being some upstart with no breeding.”
“I can understand the feeling,” I comment, making Freida chuckle.
“One of the reasons he chose you. Anyway, Drew Washington comes from some of those old money families. His family owns a banking and investment company here on the West Coast that could rival Rick in terms of financial power. Oh, Drew himself doesn’t have that much money to his name, his father’s still in charge of the company and Drew is technically just a vice president. But don’t for a moment think Drew isn’t powerful. They’re close to the same age, and hit the social scene right about the same time, too. Drew hated Rick from the very fi
rst time they interacted, hamstringing him and stabbing him in the back at every opportunity.”
“Why?” I ask, and Freida blushes lightly.
“Let’s just say that Rick and Drew both got the attention of similar young women, and more often than not Rick was the one going home with the girl,” Freida says. “Uhm, I’ll admit, I used to date Drew before meeting Rick.”
I blink, surprised. “You used to date Drew?”
Freida nods. “He was like you saw last night. And he was interested in me, even if I’m a few years older than he or Rick. Drew said I was hot, and that he wanted to show me things. That’s him. Demanding, sexy in a certain way, but very demanding. He doesn’t see value in other people other than what he can take from them. I was his arm candy, the girl he brought up to look great for him, and to be the brains behind his rise. I thought that was what I wanted… then I met Rick.”
The way she says it, I feel even darker. “Freida, I… I can’t take this any more. I just can’t. The prenup, the marriage, it doesn’t matter. I can’t be what Rick wants!”
Freida pales, and gets down on her knees. “Please, Su Lin. Don’t give up on Rick. I know he’s difficult, but… please.”
“Why?” I ask, desperate. “You care for Rick, I can tell. Why can’t you be his wife? You know this game, you know the players, you know the rules. I’m just the girl from Beijing who wanted out.”
Freida shakes her head. “There’s a lot of reasons I cannot be what Rick wants. First off… I’m not able to have a baby.”
Her admission hits me like a punch in the stomach and I gasp, fresh tears coming to my eyes. Freida looks shaken too, and wipes at her lips with the back of her hand before continuing. “When I was thirteen years old, I was involved in a car accident. I was riding in the front passenger seat, holding a gift for my grandmother in my lap. We were hit from behind and driven into the back of a delivery truck. The airbag… it drove the gift into my abdomen, causing internal bleeding. The result… an emergency hysterectomy.”
I get out of my chair and go over, hugging her around her shoulders. The whole time I’ve known her, I thought she was strong, perfect, and compared myself to her. Now… no wonder she wants me to stay. “Freida….”
“I don’t love Rick, not in that way,” Freida says, hugging me back. “I’m loyal to him, yes. I think he’s one of the best men in the world. But we’ve never, ever been physical. When he told me about his need for a blood heir though, I told him the truth. If I could, I would have. Not because I feel romantically about him, but because the world needs him, and needs to keep his legacy alive.”
“Why?” I ask.
Freida shakes her head. “I can’t say. Su Lin, it’s vital that you stay with Rick. I don’t agree with the way he’s treated you, and I’ve told him as much. But he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did if there wasn’t an emotional reason there. Please… I beg you, give him another chance. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt so damn much if you didn’t care about him a little bit too.”
I look into Freida’s eyes, seeing the pain that’s in there, and I think. Why does it hurt so much? After all, it’s not just the sex. There’s something about Rick, something undeniable and the moments that I do get to spend with him….
“Fine. One more chance,” I tell Freida. “But I’m still not happy.”
Freida smiles, and hugs me back. “That’s okay. Before we go back to the estate, I have an idea that you might like.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s called retail therapy.”
I lift an eyebrow, a small smirk coming to my lips. “I’ve heard of retail therapy before. You’d be surprised just how capitalist Beijing’s become, and my mother… well, she’s an expert in retail therapy.”
Freida laughs, and helps me to my feet. “I take that as a challenge. I need to show you what an all-American expert in retail therapy really is.”
Rick
“Okay… okay, thank you Freida,” I say into my desk phone. “That’s fine, tomorrow. Of course.”
I hang up the phone, slamming the handset back into the receiver. Two days since I got back to the estate, and I’ve slept like hell both days. I can’t believe just how much it’s gotten to me, the incident in Los Angeles.
It wasn’t knocking out Drew Washington, that arrogant, spoiled remnant of his father’s coattails has had it coming to him for a long time. He’s thought his shit doesn’t stink for a very long time, and for most of a decade he and I have been engaged in a tit for tat cold war.
It’s been a minor annoyance for most of the time, really. Drew would try to use his company’s influence to stop something I wanted, and I would play the game right back. It hasn’t been that hard, most of the time Drew and I have ended up on opposite sides of any issue naturally. His family’s invested heavily into natural gas, oil, and even nuclear power, while I’ve pushed hard for alternative energy. Drew’s very one percenter, I’m not. Other than perhaps both of us being on the boards of numerous universities and endowing a shit-ton of scholarships, there’s little that we share in common.
But until last night, I didn’t really care. I mean, I’m dying. Who the fuck cares if Drew Washington is pissed off at me? Sure, I’ve cock blocked him when we were both single, but he’s done the same to me.
What I’ve never done, to Drew or to anyone, is the shit Drew pulled the other night. Grabbing my wife’s ass on the dance floor? Dragging her out of the room like they were going upstairs to fuck?
I know I shouldn’t be this pissed, but dammit, I am. It’s been two days, and I’m still pissed off. Even now, talking with Freida, I’m pissed.
I look around in my lab, and decide I’m not getting anything else done today. Instead, I head out to my indoor pool. It’s nothing as palatial as it sounds, really. When I started getting stiff in the mornings, I read about swimming as a great way to maintain flexibility. The problem is, living in Minnesota means outdoor swimming is pretty much out of the question most of the year. Since I have no desire to freeze my balls off imitating a polar bear for half the year swimming, I had to put in an indoor pool.
But I didn’t have the square footage, and didn’t want to waste the time waiting. So, I got an indoor ‘endless’ pool. About the size of a normal one car garage with all the machinery included, the pool is adjustable so that I can swim, aqua jog, or whatever, and never move an inch. I quickly strip and change before jumping in and setting the current. Warming up, I move through my various strokes over the next hour, switching when one set of muscles gets too tired until I’ve got my pulse racing and my lungs aching. Even then, I push on until the spit in my mouth is electric and I start snorting half lungfuls of water through my nose my breathing is so erratic.
I climb out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying off. As I do, one of the estate staff, Hank the maintenance man, comes in. He’s been with me for only a few months, I hired him right out of a technical college course after he showed me that he was a lot more than just a ‘one trick pony’ with his repairs. “Oh, sorry Mr. Kelley. Didn’t know you were using the pool today.”
“Anything wrong with it?” I ask, rubbing at my hair. “Ran just fine for me.”
“Nothing like that. Just time for the monthly filter checks and I wanted to double check the water pH. Last time I did a check it was just a bit too acidic. Don’t worry, it won’t eat your skin or nothing, but I’m glad you wear goggles when you swim.” Hank gets to work, whistling happily to himself as he opens up the pool’s side panel and leaning in. Pulling out a wrench he stops, shaking his head in amusement. “Whoops. Almost forgot.”
“Forgot what?” I ask, squatting down next to Hank. While most of my inventions have been in much more complex devices, I like tinkering in regular machinery too.
Hank holds up his left hand, where a textured silver band resides on his finger. “Almost forgot. Me and Reba got married over the weekend, and I’m not supposed to wear my ring when I’m messing around inside machinery. Not unless I w
ant to only count to nine with my fingers.”
I chuckle, remembering the old admonition before stopping. “I didn’t know you were getting married.”
“No offense Mr. Kelley, but you were busy. Didn’t want to bother you,” Hank says. “Besides, Reba invited more people than the church could hold by herself anyway, I’m surprised we got everyone inside.”
“You’re taking a honeymoon, I hope?” I ask, realizing that I haven’t given Su Lin a real honeymoon yet myself.
“Sure, next week we’re gonna fly down to the Virgin Islands. Bit expensive, but that’s okay. Reba’s more than worth it.”
“Congratulations,” I reply. “And don’t worry about the cost of your honeymoon. It’ll be taken care of.”
Hank looks like he’s about to protest, he’s that sort of working class guy that doesn’t like handouts, but he also knows my reputation. Finally he nods, and gives me a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kelley.”
“Think I’ll go change,” I reply, leaving. As I climb the stairs to my bedroom, I shake my head. Hank… married. I guess that’s going around the estate. And Hank’s a good guy too, he’ll take care of Reba.
Like you haven’t been for Su Lin, a little voice says in my head and I stop just inside my bedroom door, my hands freezing on the waistband of my swimsuit. I try to argue about it, but the mental voice is right. Sure, I’ve been giving Su Lin material things, and yeah there’s been the meals and the trip to Disneyland, but I haven’t really been taking care of her.
In fact, I’m as upset about the way Drew Washington acted because I caused most of it. If I’d just had Su Lin with me, introduced her to the Senator and around the room as I did the schmoozing, Drew never would have even had the opportunity to try and grab her ass. Never mind the rest of what he did.
And she did fight back, I saw that. She wasn’t going along with him of her own free will. Hell, she fought me later too, that intense sex was as much combat as it was fucking… and I think if it wasn’t for her still near virginal levels of inexperience, she might have been able to make me submit. What she did with her mouth… and what I did to her after that…