The Bad Boy Next Door: Lance & Chastity

by Devon Hartford

  I wish I’d brought meat. That’d keep them busy. But I used up all my steaks the last time I snuck into some rich asshole’s mansion to rescue my girlfriend.

  I chuckle to myself.

  If this wasn’t actually happening to me right now, I wouldn’t fucking believe it. Oh well.

  Time to get Chastity.

  She’s somewhere inside this huge house.

  I stand up and look around. Since all the walls on this place are glass, it shouldn’t be hard to find her. Unless Julian’s got her locked up somewhere in a sex dungeon with the whips and chains. He totally seems like the type. No worries. If he does, I’ll chain his ass up and whip the shit out of him.

  I creep quietly across the roof, on a mission to find the woman I love.

  ++++8++++

  CHASTITY

  “I think it’s time for me to go,” I say to Julian over the bed that stands between us in one of his mansion’s many guest bedrooms. Like the rest of his house, the decor of the room is minimal and precise. Shades of gray on white with an accent of red stitched on some of the rectangular furniture. I set the glass of wine Julian poured me on the window bench.

  “Already?” He sounds bemused, sipping his own wine.

  “I shouldn’t have come here.”

  “Then why did you?” he asks, arching a thoughtful brow as his eyes glide over the curves of my off-the-shoulder dress. “And why did you come dressed to play?”

  I suddenly feel like covering up or hiding behind something. Julian’s predatory tone makes me nervous. “I don’t know. I thought maybe… I don’t know what I thought.” I want to leave as fast as possible, but Julian stands between me and the bedroom door. I wonder if I can run past him and down the stairs and outside before he can catch me. Then I remember how his front doors have hand print recognition locks. I wouldn’t be able to get out. I’m screwed. Coming here was a horrible idea.

  THUD!

  My heart jumps at the loud sound behind me.

  Julian frowns. “What in the world?”

  THUD!

  Someone just kicked one of the bedroom windows. Twice. With the lights on inside, it’s impossible to see outside into the dark.

  Julian walks up behind me.

  THUD!

  We both stare out the window.

  THUD! THUD! THUD!

  Fists and a face come into view.

  “Lance?” I mutter.

  He screams something through the window, his face a ball of fury. The thick glass mutes his words to a vague bass rumble. He pounds the window again and again.

  “One second,” Julian says impatiently, setting down his wine next to mine on the bench and reaching for several levers on the heavy frame. When he finally opens the window, it pivots a quarter turn in its steel frame like a revolving door. That is one big window.

  “Get your fucking hands off her!” Lance shouts, diving through the narrow gap. His torn pant leg catches on the corner of the frame and he tumbles to the carpeted floor. He twists and kicks his leg until the jeans tear free. Then he’s on his feet in a flash, looming over Julian, ready to kill.

  Julian chuckles casually, unafraid. “You certainly have a flair for the dramatic, Lance. Did my Dobermans give you any trouble?” He picks up his wine glass and sips it.

  Lance glares at him then flicks his eyes at the second wine glass. “What the fuck were you thinking giving her wine? She’s eighteen, dumbfuck.”

  Julian shrugs dismissively. “I thought she would enjoy it.” He steps past Lance and runs his hand across the window glass. “I was told by the agent who sold me this place that the previous owner was obsessed with security. A sultan’s son or some such. According to the agent, all the windows in this house had been bulletproofed and could withstand a rocket propelled grenade. At the time, I thought she was exaggerating to close the sale. Perhaps I was wrong.” He turns and smiles at Lance and me. “I presume you came for Chastity?”

  “Fuck yeah I did,” Lance grunts, throwing a protective arm around my bare shoulders. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He eyes my tight fitting dress.

  “No,” I sigh. “I’m fine.”

  “Did you drink any of his wine?”

  “No. Yes. A little. I’m fine, Lance. It was just wine.”

  “It better be,” Lance growls at Julian.

  Julian chuckles, “It’s a rather fine ’88 Richebourg Grand cru. Do you think I’d sully a sixteen hundred dollar bottle of wine with Rohypnol? The bitterness would destroy the flavor.” He lifts my glass from the sill and offers it to Lance. “You should taste it. The end note of violets is sublime.”

  I don’t remember tasting any violets. Not that I know what violets taste like.

  “Fuck you, Julian,” Lance grumbles.

  The truth is, I’m relieved he showed up when he did. Julian seriously creeps me out. It doesn’t matter that he’s really good looking and super rich and knows all about wine. He is weird with a capital What the fuck? I never should’ve come here dressed like this. Or at all.

  “Let’s get the fuck outta here,” Lance says, leading me toward the bedroom door.

  “You won’t be able to get out the front door unless I open it,” Julian teases.

  Lance spins around. “So go fucking open it. Before I open up your head.”

  Julian looks at Lance thoughtfully, then walks toward him gracefully, stopping a foot away, looking him straight in the eyes. He’s Lance’s height, but not quite as muscular. “Lance, do you recall when I said that you were too impatient for your own good?”

  “You’re about to find out how impatient I am in about half a second.”

  Julian closes his eyes and snickers. “Calm down, Lance. Not everything in life is a show of strength and bravado.”

  “It’s not a show, motherfucker.”

  “Never underestimate an opponent, Lance,” Julian says almost apologetically.

  Oh, geez. What is Julian going to do? Whip out mad ninja skills? A gun? Two guns? Ten? Or maybe a hundred security guards with ten guns each? Based on his complete confidence, probably all of the above.

  “Is that a threat?” Lance fires.

  “Merely an observation.” Julian brushes past Lance and me without looking back. He stops in the hallway. “Are you two coming?”

  Lance and I are both speechless.

  “Feel free to use the bed,” Julian says as he heads toward the square staircase.

  Lance and I goggle at each other.

  I want to say to Lance, Did he mean now? For, you know… you and me to have sex? In his house? Then I realize Julian probably has cameras in every room so he can film people having sex. And probably jerk off to it later. He seems like the type.

  Julian talks over his shoulder as he descends the stairs, “I never intended to bed Chastity.” He stops after two steps and turns to face us. “Not that I would turn down the opportunity.” His eyes rake over my dress.

  Lance tenses. I squeeze his wrist, trying to soothe him.

  Julian flashes a quick smile before continuing down the steps. “I merely wanted to insist you include her in your video. Your concept begs for an ingenue like Chastity to play the part of Christine.” Julian’s voice recedes below us, “When you didn’t suggest it yourself during our first meeting, I thought I’d insist on it. It’s my money, after all. But you were too quick to…” His voice fades until he’s too quiet to hear.

  Lance and I stumble over each other as we rush down the stairs to catch up with the man with the money.

  ++++8++++

  CHASTITY

  “I can’t believe he said yes!” I whisper to Lance as we walk down the square stone steps outside of Julian’s mansion, a huge smile on my face.

  “I hope those fucking Dobermans are inside or I’ll tear their throats out with my teeth.” Lance is furious. He’s not even listening to me.

  “He said he had them brought inside.”

  Lance doesn’t hear that either. “Did you see the way he had his eyes all over you a
fter we went downstairs to talk money?! He totally wants to fuck you!!” Lance’s anger is white hot.

  “But he didn’t and he won’t.”

  Lance stops on the steps, squeezing my hand hard. “And what the fuck were you thinking coming over here?! You were ready to fuck him, weren’t you?!”

  “No!”

  “What was with the wine?! You should’ve known better!! And what the fuck were you doing in his bedroom?!”

  “He poured me a glass without asking and offered me a tour of the house! So what?” I’m getting angry because he’s angry.

  “A tour?!”

  “Yes, a tour! I thought if we were walking around, he wouldn’t be able to get too close! And I’ve never been in a mansion before this place! Who wouldn’t want to see the rest of it?!”

  He glares at me, trying to make sense of my words. “If you wanted to tour a mansion I could’ve taken you up to San Simeon for the weekend to tour the fucking Hearst Castle! You didn’t have to come here!”

  “I came here to get your money! And I got it for you, so shut up!”

  “I told you I would deal with the money situation myself!”

  “Well, I helped, so suck it!”

  “And what’s with the fucking dress?! Your tits are practically falling out!” His brows are dark. His eyes burn. He grabs the off the shoulder strap near my arm pit and yanks it.

  My boob pops up and jiggles. The half moon of a nipple shows above the material.

  We both stare at it, hypnotized.

  He pulls again on the dress and my nipple pops all the way out. In a menacing voice he says, “You were gonna give him this?”

  “No! I would never!”

  He grabs my boob from the bottom and squeezes hard. “You better fucking not. This is my fucking tit.”

  Now I’m furious because of his sexist comment and that he would ever doubt me. “Who do you think I am, Lance?!”

  He growls through sharp teeth, “You’re fucking mine.” His possessive fury is oddly erotic.

  “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

  His eyes flash fire as his mouth dives for my nipple and bites.

  I moan and curve into him. His hands dig into my ass, smashing my hips against his. He picks me up roughly and carries me down the steps, his tongue attacking mine. My arms lock around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist, which pushes my dress up to my butt. I vaguely wonder if Julian is watching all this through the windows. There’s no way to know. More importantly, I don’t really care because I’m soaked.

  When we’re on the big driveway, Lance tears away from the kiss and growls, “Nobody fucks you except me, got it?” I reply by squeezing my thighs. “Fucking nobody.” He lays me down gently. Cold metal buckles under my back. That’s when I realize I’m lying on the trunk of Julian’s black Ferrari.

  “Lance! You’re gonna dent the—”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he hisses as he tears my panties off. “No back talk from you. Got it?”

  I nod silently.

  He growls, “You’re gonna come all over Julian’s car.”

  “I don’t think I can come on command, Lance.”

  “I told you, no back talk.” He grabs my ankles and pushes my knees up, opening me. He strikes like an anaconda, his tongue all over my clit and my slippery lips.

  The pleasure is instant and intense. “Oh, Lance,” I moan.

  On the second floor of Julian’s house, the lights in one of the rooms go off. The ghost of a face hovers at the window. Julian is watching. Let him. All I care about is the man between my legs. “Oh, God, Lance, I’m gonna come,” I whimper. The moon floats high in the sky, a big glowing O. I would reach out and touch it but my own big O is so intense I melt all over Lance’s face and come all over Julian’s Ferrari.

  As I heave in deep breaths, Lance rips his belt open, the buckle tinkling as he shoves his boxers down to his thighs and stabs me with his hard cock. He fucks me hard and fast. I’m so wet he glides and slides, filling me up.

  How is it that he knows what I want better than I do? He pushes buttons I didn’t know I had, or if I did, he pushes them better than I ever could. He gives me things I can’t give myself. It makes me feel dependent in a way I can barely comprehend right now and that frightens me. But it also thrills me because I want to be dependent on Lance. I want to be bound to him forever.

  “This is my fucking pussy. Mine. My. Fucking. Cunt. Nobody fucks you but me. Say it.”

  “Uhhhh…”

  “Say it!” He roars.

  “Your fucking pussy,” I gasp. “Your cunt. Only yours.” A second orgasm builds as Lance swells inside me. I tip my head back onto the cold metal of the Ferrari and glance up.

  Julian is right at the window.

  Jerking off.

  His eyes are locked on mine.

  Because of the angle, I can’t see his penis over the window sill, but his arm is moving and it’s totally obvious what he’s doing. I can’t decide if it’s weird and creepy or a total turn on. Julian is dashingly handsome. His button down shirt is hanging open, revealing his own set of chiseled abs. Not that I care because—

  “Fuck, Chastity, you’re fucking coming. That’s it. Fucking come all over my dick.” Lance hovers over me and I claw his muscled shoulders as he pounds me.

  “Oh, fuck, Lance, it’s—” My orgasm explodes and I scream.

  “Fuck yeah,” Lance grunts.

  Right when I think he’s going to come he pulls out.

  “Lance,” I gasp, “What are you—”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  I guess he’s going to come on my stomach, which is partially covered by my dress. The idea makes me smile. Having Lance shoot his semen all over me is so porno. So slutty. I love it.

  But he doesn’t. He shoots his load on the back of Julian’s Ferrari. “Fucking asshole,” Lance hisses.

  I sit up suddenly and look between my legs. Cum drips down the Ferrari logo onto the back bumper. “Lance! Don’t! He won’t give you the money if he finds out!”

  “Fuck him and his money. He can fucking keep it. If he thinks he can have you, I’ll fucking murder him.” Semen still pours from Lance’s cock in big bursts. He pushes me back down onto the Ferrari and jams his dick inside me, thrusting hard. “Nobody is going to take you from me. Nobody.”

  He pounds hard and, oh, does it feel so incredibly good. I’m not even coming but I want him to keep driving into me like this forever.

  I languish on the back of Julian’s priceless sports car, enjoying every moment of this. It doesn’t take long for Lance to get hard again. He just keeps fucking me. Drilling me. Destroying me.

  “You’re fucking mine, Pink. This pink wet pussy is all mine.”

  “Yes, yours,” I moan, relaxed, raising my arms over my head languidly. “All yours, my love.”

  He grunts and fucks me harder.

  As another orgasm starts to build, I arch my back and open my eyes, looking at Julian’s window. Right as Julian comes. His face is tight as his hand pumps furiously along his cock. The head of it is literally pressed against the window. A frothy white stream dribbles down the glass. He thrusts his hips like he’s trying to fuck his way through the window to my pussy. But he can’t.

  Because only one man gets my pussy.

  The one throbbing and thrusting inside me right now.

  “Fuck!” Lance roars, shooting himself into me as we explode together.

  Chapter 32

  LANCE

  “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Chastity marvels.

  “Me fucking neither,” I chuckle.

  We stand inside the ginormous interior of the historic Orpheum Theatre in downtown LA looking at rows of red velvet seats from the back of the main floor. This place has everything you could ever want in an old time opera house: the gold, the columns, the curlicues, the balcony, the box seats, the giant red curtain the size of a movie theater screen, the vaulted ceiling that looks like it took a million skilled man hours to ca
rve and paint. It’s the fucking perfect location to shoot the video for my new track Opera.

  “Julian really came through,” Chastity says.

  “Yup.”

  He pulled some strings and got us access. Nobody gets access to the Orpheum on short notice unless you know somebody important. In this town, Julian knows everybody important. He also helped me land the best video DP a guy could want. Jens Nilsson. Guy has already won three VMAs and a Grammy and he’s just getting started. I don’t know shit about cameras, but Jens does. As Director of Photography, his job is to help me set up all the shots and handle the technical stuff so I can focus on directing the story. Beaver and Micah are on hand to keep an eye on things, along with a huge crew of people I know personally, people Jens works with, and Julian’s crew. Shit, even my dad is here in case there’s any last minute welding work that needs to be done. If anything metal breaks, he’ll know how to fix it faster than anyone else in town.

  For all of one day, this place is an A-list feature film movie set for me to do with as I please. My own fucking playground.

  For one day.

  That’s all Julian could get and that’s all he’s paying for.

  One day of shooting to bounce my career out of the toilet.

  Getting all the shots I need for the video in less than twenty four hours is going to be tight as hell. But we’ve been here dozens of times since Julian inked the deal, scouting all the camera locations in the lobby and the main theater, analyzing the backstage and rafter rigging for wire and lighting options, and planning our shots down to the last detail.

  A guy with a headset mic walks up to me while flicking his finger on his iPad. “Lance, we need you down on the main stage in five.”

  “Got it.”

  “Now or never,” I mutter to Chastity.

  She hugs my side and pats my chest. “You’re going to rock this place, Lance.” She takes a step back to look me over. “You look gorgeous in your costume.”