Delivering His Heir

by Jesse Jordan

  Rick slides his hand lower, between my thighs and urging them apart. “I promise you,” he says, his eyes glinting merrily, “just let your legs drift, and you’ll feel so much better in a few seconds.”

  I do as he says, and as my legs part almost all the way, my hips shift, and pleasure explodes through my body. I’ve slipped down a few inches, and suddenly the pulsing water which had been working the back of my right leg is massaging my pussy. “Ohh….”

  “Mmmm, you look so sexy like that,” Rick says, kissing across to my ear and licking my earlobe before biting it gently. His hand never stops, slipping inside the cup of my bra to pull my breast out, pinching and tweaking my nipple as he does. “You feel good?”

  “Mmm… yessss...” I mewl, trying in my blurred, fogged mind to speak English still. I want to lapse back into Chinese, I can barely think and it’s so much easier that way, but I want to let Rick know how good this feels too… “mmm… you fuck me better, but this is good too….”

  “That’s good to know,” Rick chuckles. “I have to admit, you’re the best fuck of my life too. Nobody makes my body feel the way you do as I fill you with my big, throbbing cock and thrusting all the way inside you...”

  He keeps talking, a never ending stream of dirty, sexy words that swirl around in my brain. All I can feel is the amazing sensations of my pussy being pleasured, his hands tweaking my breasts as he switches from side to side, the electricity humming through my body to the point I’m almost certain I’m going to electrocute him. I can feel his cock pressing against my side and I reach down, cupping him under the water and reaching inside his underpants, fishing him out to wrap my hand around the base and stroking him as the tide of pleasure rises higher inside me.

  “Mmmm, that’s it baby,” Rick says as I pump his cock. “Do you want it?”

  “Yesss….” I mewl. “I need your cock.”

  “Get on your knees,” Rick says, backing up and picking me up by my waist. He turns me over and I get on my knees, my upper body hanging over the side of the tub as Rick gets behind me. My head is spinning, whether from the heat, the sex, a mix or what I don’t know, but before I can even recover Rick’s tugged my thong to the side. Grabbing my hair, he pulls me tight before thrusting into me hard, shoving his cock all the way inside me until he’s buried fully within my tight walls. “Fuck that’s hot.”

  His words and the savage pleasure of his thrust push me over and I squeeze him, quivering as I begin to orgasm around his cock. Rick gives me a few seconds to feel the wave crest before he pulls back and thrusts again, pounding my body hard. I can feel the slap of his hips against my ass as he takes over, not punishing me but taking my body on another trip through the heavens. I lower my head as he lets go of my hair, the feelings are too much as I sob for air, my lungs burning it’s so much. It’s overloading me, and I can feel another orgasm building inside me quickly as he grinds his cock inside me, the head of his cock rubbing over my inner spot with every long stroke.

  “Rick… oh god Rick I can’t….”

  “Yes you can,” Rick grunts, his fingers tightening. “Just a few more seconds.”

  I feel his cock swell as soon as he finishes speaking and know what’s coming. Still, it doesn’t prepare me for the enormous explosion through my body as Rick comes, filling me and pushing me over into another climax that rips the last of the air from my lungs and leaves black fireworks exploding in front of my eyes as I squeeze them shut, desperately trying to keep myself from passing out.

  Rick pulls me to him, keeping himself inside my body as he lifts me in his powerful arms, turning the two of us around and settling back in the water. I lay my head back against his shoulder, trying to comprehend what just happened. This wasn’t sex for getting pregnant, I’m as far from being able to get pregnant as possible right now.

  This was something else. Rick seemed to be committed to making me feel good, and as he holds me safe and secure in the tub, I realize something…

  I like this feeling. And I want more of it.

  Rick

  “Another one?” I ask Freida, who’s looking at me from across the lab with a resigned look on her face. “For fuck’s sake Freida, I was trying to wrap this lab work up so that I could take a week off and go with Su Lin somewhere. She’s coming up on her prime time of her cycle again you know, and I thought we could enjoy some more relaxed accommodations.”

  “I know,” Freida says, sighing. “I just told Su Lin, and she gave me a stream of Mandarin that leaves me wanting to learn the language, just to know who she was cursing out.”

  “I’m sure she’s disappointed,” I reply, rubbing at my temples. I look at my lab work, and realize there’s nothing time sensitive going on. To hell with it. “Okay Freida, I want you to go behind me, back up all my data and copy it to the mobile hard drive. Prep my mobile office, I’ll run work on the Panther as we fly.”

  “Of course,” Freida says. “What will you be doing?”

  I give Freida a half smile, shrugging. “Telling my wife that I’ve got a really important call from the office and that a madman is trying to take over my company again. Hey, New York has some good restaurants, right?”

  Freida chuckles. “I’ve heard they’ve got a few. Why?”

  “Book us reservations. Five nights in the New York penthouse, so five restaurants. And make sure one of them is the best damn Chinese food in the city. None of that fusion shit either, but authentic stuff by a chef who literally just walked his ass out of the Forbidden City last week.”

  “And the rest?”

  I shrug. “Good stuff. New York’s supposed to be a melting pot, right? So let’s sample what the melting pot has to offer. In the meantime, I’ll go talk with Su Lin.”

  I leave my lab, crossing the mansion and up the stairs, checking Su Lin’s room. Finding it empty, I start searching, finding Su Lin in the gymnasium, using the open space to practice her wushu. She’s using the twin swords that we got for her to practice with, and watching her twirl and thrust, I’m impressed. It’s artistic, it’s deadly, and I have to admit she’s beautiful like this.

  With a sharp yell she finishes her form, one sword over her head and the other stabbed straight forward to impale an invisible opponent. I step forward some more, clapping softly. “Guess I know not to piss you off, not unless I want an unexpected vasectomy,” I joke. “And you said you’re out of practice with weapons?”

  “I was,” Su Lin says, niftily reversing her swords and walking back over to the weapons rack on the wall, where she sheathes them both. “I’m not back to where I used to be, but I’m getting there.”

  “Freida told me about New York,” I say softly, coming up behind her and putting my hands on her shoulders. She’s not wearing a wushu uniform but a simple white tanktop over a sports bra, and her light caramel colored skin is warm under my fingers. “I’m sorry.”

  “You have to do what you have to do,” Su Lin says. “I know that.”

  “Well, don’t worry,” I promise her. “I already told Freida, we’re still going to take a five day vacation, it’ll just have to be in New York rather than Colorado. What do you say?”

  Su Lin turns around, her face nervous. “Rick, this is supposed to be my prime time. Are you sure we’ll be able to find the time-”

  I cut Su Lin off, pulling her close and kissing her hard. She resists for half a second before giving in, her mouth opening and her tongue tasting mine. I pull back after stroking her body, giving her a smile. “I promise, I won’t let you down, and I’m not going to disrespect you either. I know you wanted to see the Rockies, but I promise you we’ll have a good week in New York.”

  Su Lin nods, then chuckles. “Guess I’m going to have to repack. I’d put together a few bags of nothing but jeans, t-shirts, and some flannel.”

  “So perfect wear for Minnesota,” I quip, making her laugh. I put an arm around her shoulders, and lead her towards the door. “Come on, let’s see what’s in that small apartment we call a walk-in closet for
you. I’m sure somewhere in there is stuff that’s appropriate for you to wear in New York City. And if not… well, I do believe I’ve got a credit card around here somewhere that you can go shopping with.”

  Heading into the boardroom, I’m already irritated. While Su Lin and I took the opportunity to use the bedroom onboard my plane to try and make the most of her breeding window, it wasn’t as pleasurable as the other times we’ve had sex. It was rushed and mechanical, and while it was enough for both of us to climax, there was something lacking. No way are we going to be able to do that another nine or ten times before this month’s window closes.

  Harvey isn’t in the room when I arrive, so instead I make small talk with the other board members. Some of them, like Eric Sloane, have been around since the beginning of K-S. “How’s married life treating you, Rick?”

  “About the same as grandfatherhood’s treating you,” I say with a polite chuckle. Eric’s neutral in the fight between Harvey and I, always trying to be the peacekeeper. He’s a good CFO, but since his job deals with dollars and cents, I’m always keeping my eyes open around him. “How old is your grandson?”

  “Nine months now,” Eric says with a smile. “Cutest thing you’ve ever seen. And how about you, Rick? You’re feeling healthy still?”

  “Don’t worry, Eric. I’ve got a ways to go before Harvey can have the maintenance crew take my name off the building,” I reply. Eric’s able to keep secrets as well as anyone, and he knows the truth about my physical condition.

  Eric hums, folding his hands together in front of him. “Rick, can I be honest? Why not find a middle ground with Harvey? We all know the situation, I’m shocked you’ve been able to hold on this long. You know Harvey’s going to win out eventually, nobody outraces the Grim Reaper forever.”

  “True… but that motherfucker’s been cheated more often than he likes to let on. The Reaper, that is,” I answer him. “As for Harvey, you know why I oppose him. I didn’t make all those inventions to make it easier for people to kill each other.”

  “Alfred Nobel said the same thing,” Eric points out. “Didn’t stop people from taking dynamite and evolving it into high explosives.”

  “No, but as long as I hold the patents or my estate holds the patents, I’m going to make sure to delay the perversion of my inventions as long as possible. Who knows? If I’m lucky, I might just be able to delay it to the point that someone else comes up with an idea that nullifies it before it can be used.”

  “I doubt it,” Harvey’s voice says behind me, and I turn. He’s looking confident but angry, like he normally does any time we see each other recently. “And your foolish idea is going to lead to our country falling behind in the arms race.”

  I shake my head, keeping my temper in check. “The only side fueling an arms race is our side, Harvey. The Chinese, the Russians… they’re just stealing and copying. Nothing they’ve put out in the past twenty years matches programs we’ve created and then abandoned because they were too damn expensive.”

  “Who cares?” Harvey seethes, planting his fists on the table across from me and glaring at me. “When it comes to the safety and position of this country, I don’t care if it takes every dime we have!”

  I roll my eyes. “You don’t give a damn about the safety of this country, or its position within the world. You just care about your own position within the country. And surrounding yourself with pointy weapons and telling the whole world to fuck off is going to make things worse in the long run.”

  “Not always!” Harvey seethes.

  “No,” I acknowledge, thinking back to my own ideas when I was younger of walking in Alexander the Great’s footsteps. “But unless you plan on taking over the entire planet Harvey, I don’t think you understand the enormity of the task you’re talking about. Either way, you’re certainly not the man to be able to get it done anyway.”

  “Why you… what, and do you think you are?” Harvey shoots back. The entire boardroom is silent, everyone else freezing as Harvey and I go into it yet again. They know that the two bulls are charging, getting in the way only ensures they get hurt. “You’re dying, Rick. You can’t even plan beyond Christmas.”

  “I can see beyond my own fucking personal ambitions!” I yell, losing my cool. “I can see that my business partner isn’t merely content with being a billionaire, he’s an ego maniacal manchild who has delusions of grandeur, but at the same time is afraid of everyone and everything that doesn’t come from his own tiny little preconcieved notions of what the world is. To you Harvey, if it can’t be bought, bullied, or sucked up to, it’s to be feared and attacked. Well guess what? Not on my watch, and not on the back of my inventions!”

  “You fucking arrogant little shit!” Harvey seethes. “I’ll take over this company!”

  “Go ahead and try, Harvey. May I point out, I own a majority controlling stake in this company. Fifty point one percent, to be precise. Even if you get the rest of the board, every employee, and little old Mrs. Whipman who bought three shares because the company name reminds her of an old boyfriend, my word is law in this company!”

  Harvey’s eye twitches, and I can see the veins in his temples throb as he stares at me. “Not for long, Rick. It’s funny… I’m twice your age, but I’m going to outlive you. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me from taking over this company when you’re dead, I’ve already got enough money set aside to purchase your shares and make sure I’m never put in this position again.”

  “Gentlemen, there’s more than your personal issues to deal with here,” Eric says placatingly. “Please, there are corporate issues to deal with.”

  “I already looked over the whole slate,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Harvey. “Bonuses for the factory in Illinois, yes. Bidding on the French power deal, yes. Proposal to the FAA on a cargo version of the Panther, yes. Proposal to the Pentagon, no. Providing backup power supplies to the Pentagon, no. Any and all matters involving the Pentagon, the DEA, Homeland Security, or any other military or paramilitary applications, no. And finally, increasing wages in the subsystem factory in Alabama, yes. Anything else?”

  Eric blanches, shaking his head. “Do you want to hear about the proposals? I had the accounting unit-”

  “I already know the data, I had Freida brief me on all the numbers,” I reply, cutting him off. “We’re going to keep doing things the right way, Eric. Take care of the workers, and those that prove themselves worthy of more, get more. Bottom line. Now, anything else?”

  Harvey’s eyes are full of murder as he hisses. “You’re not only going to not go after more profits, but you’re going to piss away profits for some hourly wage schlep job in Buttfuck, Alabama that could be done by anyone with two hands? The shareholders aren’t going to be happy.”

  I shrug, knowing I have him beat. “Doesn’t matter, Harvey. The shareholders can take six cents per share dividend instead of seven this year, if it helps the workers. They’re the ones the company depends on, not the shareholders.”

  Before Harvey can say anything I sit down in my chair, cocking my feet up on the table and looking around the room. “Anything else? Good. Everyone, thank you for coming to this meeting that Harvey called. I do hope you have a good rest of your day.”

  The rest of the board files out, Harvey pausing at the door to look back at me. “I know the truth, you motherfucker. I can wait a year.”

  “In a year Harvey, all you’ll be wondering is how you’re going to weasel your way out of trouble, because I’m not going anywhere,” I reply with more confidence than I feel. “Best of luck in your future endeavors.”

  I don’t put on a gi for jiu-jitsu often, but New York has some of the best dojos in America, and after the tense meeting with the board, I was so full of anger and adrenalin that I had to find something to do. Su Lin’s out haunting Chinatown with Freida, so I had the driver bring me here for an early afternoon practice, to the unassuming place a few blocks from the Empire State building that has some of the best ji
u-jitsu instructors in the world.

  It’s part of New York life, and something that I miss sometimes. Being rich has its perks, but there’s nothing quite like being able to walk down the street at any time and know that what you want to do is available. You want to eat bacon and eggs at two in the morning, New York has it. You want to do scuba diving at midnight? New York has it. You want to go ballroom dancing at ten in the morning on a Wednesday? New York, baby.

  And at three in the afternoon, you can find world class jiu-jitsu. I tighten my belt, knowing I’m probably going to spend the next ninety minutes getting my ass kicked but needing it. These players around me, all purple belts and higher, aren’t local level players like I normally train with, but some of the most intense competitors in the United States. Around me are people looking to go to the Mundials, the World Championships, or to eventually enter professional MMA.

  “Rick, it’s been a while,” the instructor greets me in his thick Brazilian accent. “How have you been doing in Minnesota?”

  “Doing a lot more wrestling than jiu-jitsu,” I joke back. “You know how the Midwest is.”

  Class starts, and after thirty minutes of technique drilling, sparring starts. I’m quickly pushed to my limits, the unfamiliar gi along with some very good opponents means that I’m uncomfortable. More than once I tap out, but I give as good as I get. My last opponent is a scrappy brown belt who’s long and almost unnaturally flexible, and knows how to use his limbs in unorthodox ways to get advantages.

  “Yeah… that’s it,” he grunts as his knee tries to wedge itself between my shoulder and neck. He’s got his arm around my head, and if he gets it in, he can choke me with his shin bone. “Just a bit more….”