by KC Royale
I had a routine. I’d go out, and pick someone up, and fuck her senseless in my own way, then go on about my life. Most couldn’t handle it. After a few blowjobs, they always assumed they were entitled access to my world in some vast way. Lydia was proving to be no different, although, she was good at keeping her emotions at bay. But lately she would sometimes forget the rules that I have in place, and she was beginning to show signs of becoming attached, and I was not having that. She would get upset if she couldn’t see me when she wanted to, or she’d try and do things when we were together, to get a reaction out of me, trying to ignite an emotional connection. NO! Which was why she had her own room when we were done, she could no longer sleep at my home with me. The rules were in place to protect all involved, and they would never change, no matter what she wanted to happen. At this point, I knew that she would do anything I asked, for me to fuck her pussy or her ass, anything at all. She desperately wanted to feel me inside of her when she came, she wanted me to fuck her pussy hard and deep. She wanted me to take her ass, and claim it repeatedly. She was someone who liked it hard and dirty. Taking her body, in any way that I wanted to, was what she dreamt about, it’s what she craved. But it would never happen.
She knew I was holding back immensely, but she never understood why, it still didn’t stop her from yearning for more. She wanted to be the one I unleashed on, she wanted to be the one I conquered. Giving myself over completely, and fucking her senseless. Sending her into a coma of bliss, taking her, claiming her, tasting her. Unleashed. She wanted it bad, and she wanted it yesterday. For someone like her, that was beautiful and wanted by plenty of men, I think my refusals were starting to affect her more as rejections now, rather than how it originally started between us, which was a simple arrangement. She is worldly, smart, with a hungry sexual appetite. She is a beautiful blond, who has a nice body, even though I’ve never seen her naked or touched her bare skin. I always stayed over the clothes, but always made her come a few times, when we were together. I would never touch more than her face with my hands, or her mouth with my cock. I didn’t want to kiss anyone. I didn’t want to taste them, or lay some temporary claim to them. I knew I had some issues, and I knew I was spiraling out of control, with my obsessive need towards one woman.
The woman I’d hurt, the one who left me, heartbroken and ruined, while still being married to her. I never signed those papers, and I would never sign them, ever. If Kathleen wanted to take me to court for all that I had, she would get half automatically, since we were still legally married. But knowing her, she had forgotten me, but I could never forget her, not ever. “You know, Pierce, I don’t think I want to do this this anymore.” Lydia spat at me, and walked inside the suite. I exhaled, and followed her inside, as she grabbed her purse and glared at me.
I knew she wasn’t the problem, I was, and there was nothing I could do about that. If I could change, and open up to another woman, I would have done that by now. I was ruined. Not just for her, but to all women who weren’t Kathleen Toth-Chamberlin. It wasn’t a problem of me just not wanting Lydia’s pussy, the problem was that I only wanted one woman’s pussy. The one woman, who I still couldn’t find, to save my life. “Pierce, please let me make you feel good.” She moaned, while setting her purse back down, and walking towards me, all her anger from two minutes ago forgotten.
“No, you can go now… I’ll call.” Her smile faded, and her soft eyes had turned cold once again. She went and yanked her purse from my table, heading for the door. I knew she was flustered, but there was nothing I could do about that. She knew coming into this, what was to be expected of me. But I also knew that she wanted more, and that she thought she’d earned her way in, by sexing me with her mouth. I only ever used her mouth, and that was only when, and if I wanted it.
Right now wasn’t one of those times. She reached the door, and turned back towards me, huffing and puffing in anger. “Don’t call me anymore, Pierce, this thing whatever it is… is over.” She stated, and left my room. I grabbed my phone, and deleted her name, number, and all her unanswered text messages. I then went to the bathroom, and took a hot shower, where I jerked off, once again, to the memory of a passionate night with the woman who haunts my life. My wife, KP.
***
I took all the frustrations of my week out on the punching bag in my home in Paris, giving that bag all the anxieties and bad news, in the form of my fist connecting, with power and skill. I boxed rather frequently to let off some steam. It was my desired preference when I wasn’t fucking someone’s mouth with my cock. I threw another set of punches, while bare chested, with sweat dripping from my chest, my shorts hanging from my hips, as I tried to stay focused on my task at hand. To say that I was bitter, was a serious understatement in all things sexual, and it was because I couldn’t let go of her. The one who consumed my nights, the one who got away before I could grab her again. Kathleen was not heard from, or seen, in over two years now. After she graduated Columbia, she’d vanished, and I had no idea where she went or why. I’d been travelling, and networking P2 Enterprises, the last two years bicoastal, and I never really got to spend a full three weeks at home, not since we became the global enterprise that we are today. With hard work came great rewards, but I still didn’t lose focus of my ultimate goal in life, which was to re-claim what was mine, and her name was Kathleen. I followed her example from Morris High, and created my own operation, one that's been active for over two years now. Operation KP, was my operation to find her, the OKP project was given unlimited access to any of my resources worldwide. I employed four men, with the specific job of tracking her down, alongside Sherman, who was my long-time personal assistant, and their point of contact on the matter. But just like clockwork, they could never find her, and week after week, Sherman came back with, nothing, nadda, zilch. I just didn’t understand how she could vanish like this, it was becoming very unsettling.
I even had a fifth man on watch at her parent’s house, especially around the holidays but to no avail. She didn’t come home for any of the holidays the past two years, and that seemed so odd to me, she was always close to her family. Why wouldn’t she come home? There was many times that I wanted to ask them the question, the one I knew they would refused to answer. Why would they give me any answers, when they probably still blamed me for everything that’s happened? That alone, was a very hard pill to swallow. They were a part of her, and I needed them to know the real me. I didn’t want to be misunderstood anymore, by anyone. I wanted to fix things, but I couldn’t fix anything if I couldn’t find her. So, unfortunately, it would seem that having a net worth of millions, and an empire worth almost two billion USD, still couldn’t buy my happiness. Because I still hadn’t secured the one merger I desperately needed in my life. The one I’ve been working so hard to regain, the one I destroyed all those years ago, when I took the advice of my uncle, and lied to the love of my life. The one whose kiss still lingered on my lips, her lips still owned mine. The one whose scent still made me hard, because I kept her perfume on my adjacent pillow. The one who ignited an insatiable desire in me to taste her, which made me crazed with thirst. The memories of her screaming in pleasure, still made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt with anyone else, and then there’s the love. The love she gave me each day was very special to me, it made me feel like I had a family again. Oh, fuck… I need to find her.
Chapter 14
ANOTHER DAY IN Paris, and I took another hard swing at the bag, causing it to jolt forward. I heard my phone chime, I glanced at it, and saw that it was my uncle again. Ignoring his calls was becoming easier these days, he had already cost me greatly over the years already. To not surprise, he was still costing me. His firm got caught up in the beginning stages of a Ponzi scheme that almost ruined my company’s reputation, so I had to cut ties with him. He got caught early, when one of his employees reported him, and there was an audit and investigation started. He was later thrown in jail, and now called me constantly, but I hardly ever answered h
im. I didn’t have anything to say to him, and as long as I made sure my aunt was taken care of and that he had money on his books, I felt that my job was done.
He was lucky I did anything for him. Anything at all. He was the one who made me lie to Kathleen about the stipulations of my trust fund all those years ago, and it cost me greatly. I sighed, and went to get a sip of my Gatorade, as the sweat poured down my face. I looked over to the sitting area of the suite, and shook my head, as the nightmare I had two nights ago came flashing back. It was still fresh in my mind, and I wanted to forget it, but, it all seemed a little too real. I shook my head, and went back to punching the hell out of my punching bag. After I was done showering, I spent the rest of the evening preparing for my early morning meeting the next day. By nightfall I was restless, and in the hopes of getting a good night’s sleep, I left the TV on, hoping I wouldn't have another nightmare of me fucking another woman who wasn’t her. I was still tired when I woke up the next day, but I would still put my good foot forward, and secure this new deal. “The sacrifices we make for our careers.” I muttered, as I tightened my tie and grabbed my suitcase, heading out the door of the suite. I loved my suite here, at the Le Hotel Le Bristol in Paris, you could lease a suite here yearly, and it was my home when I’m here. It was a sunny today, and the fresh air was much needed, especially for someone who’d been up working most of the night. I exited the hotel, and saw my Paris driver Miguel waiting. I climbed inside the back of the Escalade truck, he held opened for me. I sent Sherman a text, letting him know that I was in route to the Paris office, and for him to confirm that everything was ready for the meeting with one of our potential international clients. Shockingly, he didn’t respond back. Sherman was always prompt and reliable. He always responded in the next minute, or maybe even five when I texted him, but not this time.
He knew what my expectations of him were, and now we were only ten minutes away from my Paris office, when my phone rang. I looked and saw that it was Sherman calling. “Finally.” I breathed and opened my phone, putting it on speaker. “Sherman, how nice of you to return my call. Is everything arranged?” I asked, irritated that he took so long to respond back to me.
“OKP has been located. We have a visual sir.” I immediately felt the air leave my lungs in a gasp, everything stopped functioning, as I digested his words. I realized that I had even stopped breathing, when I started choking for air. Trying to breathe in and out seemed very hard at the moment.
“Ugh, what was that Sherman?” I uttered.
“KP has been located sir. Your jet is fueled, and awaiting your arrival at the airfield as of now, sir. I’ve cancelled and rescheduled your morning meeting, with your sincere regards, and a car will be standing by, once you land back in the USA, to take you to the direct location of KP.” He murmured, all in one long, proud breath. But as for me… I couldn’t breathe at all. They. Found. Her... They. Found. Her… I. Found. Her. “Sir, are you there?” He asked.
“Good work Sherman, very good work indeed.” I muttered. Plans changed, jet readied, meetings cancelled, just like that. That’s the KP effect, only she could re-route my life, whether overseas, or US bound, in a matter of minutes. Only her.
“I'll meet you on the jet, sir, I’m in route.” He stated proudly. Sherman was one in a million, and he understood better than anyone, about my need to not only find, Kathleen. But to be with her, again.
“Okay, Sherman, see you shortly.” I stated, and hung up, exhaling over and over again, not sure when I actually taken in those breaths. “Miguel, to the airfield.” I murmured, loudly, as I took a few more deep breaths to calm my nerves.
“Yes, sir.” He responded. I sagged in my seat, and the reality settled in. It’d been six years without her, including the two years after she vanished without a trace. Was she alright? I found her. Was she well? I found her. Did she need anything? I found her. Would I actually see her? You're godamned right I would. She may have changed her name back to Toth-Chamberlin, but that in no way meant that she wasn’t mine, legally or otherwise. I’d kissed her, I’d tasted her, and I’d claimed her. She was mine, and she would be mine again, completely. I would not stop until the love of my life, Kathleen Toth-Chamberlin, had changed her name back to Kathleen Pierce, once and for all.
***
I was somewhere on a business trip, as usual, and in need of release, especially after receiving an email from Sherman, with yet another disappointing update regarding OKP. Where the hell was she? Over the last two years, I would pick up a fuck buddy every now and again, taking them for drinks, or I’d meet someone at the bar. I approached all my fuck buddies with the same mentality, and always with honesty. Because I didn’t need much from them, only a very good blowjob.” That was the truth of the matter, and it’d been my preference, since Kathleen vanished. I had to make things simple for them, and myself, because I wanted what I wanted, take it or leave it. This time things went a little different, and what happened with this woman really surprised me. I was in the hotel bar, drinking and reading emails, until I noticed that someone sat in the empty seat at my small table. I was re-reading the disappointing email from Sherman, regarding OKP, for the fourth time. I exhaled, and looked up to see that I had company, in the form of a tall, brunette, with green eyes like mine.
With one look at her, I knew what she wanted. She was a woman whose posture screamed ‘fuck me, now.’ She had her breasts pushed high, her lips plump and coated in ruby red lipstick, sky high heels and a short dress, and she smelled nice. “Hello, may I help you?” I sat my blackberry down, and picked up my tumbler of club soda, taking a sip, while looking at her.
“Oh, I think I can help you, but perhaps we can help each other, Mr. Pierce.” I raised my eyebrows at her brazen demeanor, it was exactly what I was looking for in a fuck buddy. No muss no fuss, let’s just get down to the brass tactics, and fuck. I wasn’t surprised by anything she said, other than the fact that she knew my name. When you’re in the mainstream of the wealthy, you’d be surprised how people study your public profile and whereabouts. I still didn’t understand how she knew my name, I expected that kind of certainty in the USA, but not here in Paris.
“You think you can satisfy my needs?” I asked her. I didn’t need to know her name, I needed her to let me fuck her in the ass, and come in her mouth.
“Oh, baby, I can do whatever you want me to do.” She moved on her chair seductively, and I could tell she really needed to be fucked.
“I only have two requests.” I stated, and set down my tumbler, leaning towards her.
“What are they?” She urged.
“See my man over there?” I then pointed over to Sherman, and as she looked over at him, I discreetly held up two fingers that she didn’t see displayed. Letting him know what was happening, and what was required of him. She looked back at me in fear, as if I was suggesting a three-way. I chuckled at the thought, but then again, they all wondered that at first. “He is my assistant.” I grabbed her hand, and ran my finger across the back of her heated skin. “Let him swab your mouth, to check for drug use, and let him prick your finger for a three minute STD test. If all is well, I’ll fuck you hard and dirty… just how I know you want it.” I smirked at her, and could feel her body reacting to my words already. She was horny, and wanted her hand at trying to snag a billionaire… but they all did. Little did they know, this billionaire was already snagged when he was seventeen years old.
She agreed to my terms, and went to see Sherman, who had just arrived a few minutes ago to meet me, but stayed near the front until I gave him the all clear to come over. When he saw the two fingers, he knew what that meant, and accommodated her on my behalf, as required. I watched her walk away, swaying her hips as she headed over to him, and I shook my head and smirked. You meet a woman these days, and they’d do just about anything for a quick fuck. I was due for a round of fucking anyway, so she was perfect for tonight. I learned that I had to be more honest about what I wanted from them, and I have, whether they lik
ed it or not. All this was on my time, and my dime, so I called the shots. Those shots being that I had no interest in emotional fucking, we only would fuck how I said, and never without a condom. My life was too busy for drama and bullshit, so I always kept it straight, to avoid the chaser. I had her bent over the arm of the couch face down, ass up in the air. I gripped her hair with one hand, while the other was digging into her waist, she screamed and moaned as I showed no mercy, taking her like I wanted to, with no holds barred, and without emotions. But no matter how rough I got with her, she still loved it, loved it enough to ask for more. “Harder.” She screamed out, making me give her exactly what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked senseless in her ass. .
What could I say to that? Rough sex was definitely in these days, wouldn’t you agree? The craze of being dominated had become very popular from a new book trilogy, and now most women wanted that experience, rather than the so called vanilla one. This fit my bill of distribution to a tee, and I fucked her hard and dirty. I was no dominant, but I liked rough, ratcheted sex with anyone I slept with, who wasn’t Kathleen.
There were a few who wanted the vanilla, the slow and sensual, the love making. But I only had that experience with one person, and I only wanted it with that same person. Having said that, vanilla was never an option for anyone else, but her, period. I flipped her over, not even remembering her name, and I didn’t want to know anyway. The only name I wanted to remember was the one I knew, Kathleen Toth-Chamberlin Pierce. She quickly fell to her knees, and sucked my cock in long, deep strokes, as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, hoping and wishing she was KP. All of them thought they had a chance with me, they had no idea that they were just being used to fulfill a temporary need for release.