Snow and Her Seven Hunks_A Reverse Harem

by Zoey A. Black

  “It really is a beautiful place. I wonder what kind of pretty penny it would bring in during an open auction. There are so many things which you will need to liquefy when you have to pay some expensive lawyer to get you off. I imagine that’s something you’re very good at unless of course, you’re willing to pay for it.” I raised my glass to Zane and suspiciously he followed suit in a halfhearted attempt to be cordial.

  “I don’t have to listen to this from a little man. Your importance is limited to how much rope I give you to hang yourself. You are getting very close to the end of the rope. I could easily ruin your career with a few choice words to some interesting parties. The only job you would be able to get is in some small town in Alaska in the middle of nowhere.” She walked away wearing that black dress like a shield of armor.

  I had promised myself before coming here that I wasn’t going to rock the boat. She had this way of getting underneath my skin.

  I saw Jonathan from across the room entering with his companion Stephanie. He was in the wrong place and needed to be set straight about his vigilante campaign against the Donakov family.

  “I would say I was surprised to see you, but I’m not. You’ve been burning up my phone for the past few months. The evidence you have dug up would be a minor inconvenience to their overpriced lawyers.” I had seen it too often not to see the holes in his evidence like Swiss cheese.

  “I felt it was necessary to do your job for you. It wasn’t like you were putting in any effort. My stepsister deserves some peace of mind. She’s not the only one that can’t rest until the people responsible are brought into the light.” Jonathan was my doppelganger with the same style haircut and body type. We could have been brothers, but we were instead adversaries on different sides of the law.

  “I don’t need you telling me what my job is. I get enough of that from the Donakov family. Do yourself a favor and turn around and walk out the same way you came in. The best thing for you is to not get on her radar. You’d be surprised at how many people disappear when she feels they have ruffled her feathers.” I looked at Stephanie and she remained silent like she was neutral on the subject.

  “I know how dangerous she can be. I will never forget the look of the autopsy report. Whatever Megan was dosed with ripped her insides out from the inside out. I live with the haunted image every day.” Jonathan was a stumbling block and I was worried he was getting in too deep for his own good.

  “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you as it did to Megan. I suspect what you have been saying is correct. She always gets away with it.” I felt guilty for doing very little to dissuade him from his course of action.

  “There she stands a free woman spitting in the face of my stepsister. She’s smiling without a care in the world not realizing the eyes of judgment are on her.” He had come to my office and declared himself a judge and jury.

  It was a very thin line before he would become the executioner. There was this tension in the air thick enough to cut with the knife she had metaphorically behind her back.

  The paintings were exquisite and some of the names had a huge price tag behind them. Their existence mocked my desire to see everything she owned burned to the ground. They were a testament to what money could buy when someone was playing the innocent victim. She surrounded herself by those with the city in the palm of their hands.

  “Don’t go doing anything stupid.” I knew I wouldn’t shed a tear to hear of her death by Jonathan’s hand. Sometimes the law got in the way of justice.

  “I think I already did by coming to you with my concerns. I should’ve known you would be ineffectual against the kind of power she wields. I have no problem using my resources to topple her empire.” I had heard through the grapevine he was instrumental in making sure some of the more lucrative contracts for the city went to his company.

  “You’ve already made an enemy out of her by undercutting her construction contracts. I don’t know how you plan to make any money, but I don’t think you care about that.” He was a man of wealth, but money wasn’t going to make him happy after the loss of his stepsister.

  The table of food was catered by Wolfgang Puck. I was a huge fan and followed his career from when I was a child. He was the benchmark and the guiding force for other chefs to follow in his footsteps. I was determined to get an audience with him before I left the party feet first or otherwise.

  “The best way to hurt her is where it counts the most. I don’t mind putting my money where my mouth is. This is a war and the battle isn’t won in the courtroom.” He spoke a good game, but I knew through anonymous sources his quest for vengeance led him to some unsavory characters in private security and investigations.

  “Whatever you do isn’t going to hurt her in the long run. She still has the stranglehold on the drug trade. The money she makes in legal circles is nothing compared to her criminal endeavors. It’s merely a façade to hide in the light of society.” I wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know.

  “I am a concerned citizen and what I do isn’t illegal. If you’ll excuse me, I see some people I would rather be talking to you than you. Don’t think this is the last time you are going to hear from me. I haven’t even begun to fight.” He was strong-willed and was a perfect match for the Donakov family.

  When they got tired of him sticking his nose where it didn’t belong was when I was going to worry about his safety.

  I walked into the game room with a purple felt pool table, a 60-inch television and some of the finest leather chairs money could buy. It would’ve made for one hell of a football gathering.

  I heard laughter coming from the kitchen and I stuck my head in to see a comely young platinum blonde vision of beauty having a frank discussion with Wolfgang Puck. I listened in and found her insights similar to the way that I went about cooking.

  “I hate to interrupt, but I’m your biggest fan. I hope you don’t take that the wrong way. I’ve been following your career for as long as I can remember. I’m sure you would rather speak with her than with me. I can see the reason why. It appears you have good taste in women as well as food.” I wasn’t much for flirting, but she brought it out in me.

  We locked eyes and I felt this instant electricity dancing between us. This woman had me thinking naughty and obscene ideas of how to get to know her intimately better.

  “Flattery is going to get you everywhere. It seems I’m not the only one who is his biggest fan. I will leave the two of you unless there’s something you want more than his autograph.” I was bashful and the feel of her two fingers touching my chin was this explosion of sensations directly located between my legs.

  CHAPTER 15

  Snow

  I couldn’t stop thinking about him in his dark undertaker suit and very staid black tie. He was out of place and yet he carried himself with confidence and pride in his appearance. I went looking for him and thought I might find him still in the kitchen bending Wolfgang Puck’s ear. He was mysteriously absent.

  I finally found him lurking in the shadows where Mrs. Donakov was speaking in hushed tones to Zane. I didn’t even know they knew each other.

  “I know I’m going to get lost in here without a map. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I can tell you’re not the type of guy to be first out of the gate. Come with me and we can find someplace quiet to get to know each other.” I was once again playing fast and loose with my forked tongue.

  “I don’t know what this is about, but I won’t be fooled again. Marsha Donakov tried this before to get incriminating photographs of me for public consumption.” I had no idea what he was talking about.

  He continued, “the woman was sex on a stick, but I know when things are too good to be true. A girl like you could have anybody in this room. I don’t see one reason why you would find it necessary to be with me.” I showed him the one reason by grabbing him unexpectedly and watching him jump in startled surprise
by my forceful demeanor.

  “I have no idea who ‘she’ is and I really don’t want to know. I want you to make me happy. In exchange, I will do the same thing for you. You can’t say you didn’t feel it when we saw each other in the kitchen.” I was massaging the lump of coal into a rock hard diamond.

  “I don’t know if I should take you seriously or walk away before it’s too late.” He was balancing on the fence, teetering from one side to the other not quite knowing where he was going to land.

  I had to find a way to push him over the edge to where his cock would become my puppet for my amusement.

  “I would walk this way.” I took a firm grip on his belt and walked in front of him to hide his obvious condition.

  “I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t the way to get a date.” I wasn’t interested in dating him and saying things honest and forthright was his style.

  “Are you a lawyer?”

  “Why? Do you need one?” He answered a question with two questions. What a stereotypical lawyer thing to do when he felt the need to deflect.

  “I’ve never prescribed to have any use for one of those. I do have a use for something that has grown quite large and imposing in my hand.” Nobody recognized the hungry look in our eyes.

  “I do know how to talk the talk. If you’re not careful you will find out I also know how to walk the walk.” I was not going to deviate from the thoughts I wanted to turn into reality.

  A young man and woman giggling on their exit had apparently thought of doing the same thing we were about to do. Her hair was in disarray and her lipstick smeared on his mouth. I could only guess at how much of that lipstick had been transferred to other parts of his anatomy.

  “It’s all yours. I will give you some advice. The counter is the perfect height to get the best penetration.” This stranger obviously knew what we were up to and was giving his seal of approval.

  The door was barely closed and locked behind us when I suddenly pushed him up against the door with my heel. He took it off and let it drop onto the floor. He held my foot lovingly in his hand and began to knead on the pressure points on the bottom of my feet. I let out a sigh.

  “This is just heavenly.”

  “I’ve been studying of reflexology as a hobby for about 10-years.”

  “A lawyer and reflexologist. Is that your trick to seduce a woman?”

  “You can say that. I don’t claim to be the biggest flirt, but my hands speak for me in a different way.” He had my body feeling things which didn’t seem possible on the surface.

  “You had me at…reflexology.” I leaned back against the counter with my fingernails digging into the surface.

  He smiled wickedly when his thumbs pressed into a certain spot. It was quite evident the feelings and sensations were mainly situated in my lower region. I thought I was the one corrupting him, but the tables had turned in his favor.

  I began to tremble to his touch and my leg was visibly shaking. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I found his technique more than my body could handle.

  I tried to steady myself, but it wasn’t easy with him expertly changing the station on the radio. The music playing was a melody of different notes. His fingers were stringing together components to make me powerless. I was unable to resist how easily he was able to inflict pleasure on my quivering flesh.

  “My god… who knew the feet could be connected to the rest of the body in this way.” I could see the reason why this quiet lawyer would have no problem capturing the attention of the opposite sex. I was biting my bottom lip and staring at him with something far more powerful in my eyes.

  He was giving me a new perspective. Something that didn’t seem sexual had turned into a full-blown blaze. I was knocking on the door and I felt like I was breaking apart into a million pieces before his eyes. I shuddered into an orgasm that traveled from my neck all the way down to where his hands were touching my feet.

  He easily lifted me onto the counter using his two hands to bunch my dress around my waist. In a perfect contrast to his unassuming personality, he tore my panties off of me with me gasping from how dominant he had become.

  “I don’t know where this guy came from, but I have to say I approve.” He pushed the panties into my mouth to silence any objection. I didn’t have any.

  “I may not come off as cocksure as some people, but I do know what I can do once given the green light. Reflexology is a good starter and sometimes leads to long lasting encounters.” I could feel the bulge of his unyielding equipment through the fabric of his pants. I spit out my underwear to say what was on the tip of my tongue.

  “I’m never going to be able to look at a shy guy the same way again.” He was the total package of strength and stamina. I had peeled back the layer of quiet and reserved.

  It was only when I looked at him closely that I saw a crack in his resolve. He was pulling my funny bone. It was no wonder he was an accomplished lawyer. I’m sure his opponents were left frazzled and a little stunned by his closing arguments.

  He very quickly wrenched down the straps of my white dress to expose my braless breasts. He attacked my neck with a feverish approach which was hard to deny. He wasn’t content with one spot and was constantly switching things up. I was afraid he was going to leave a permanent reminder, but it wasn’t like I cared at the moment.

  I pushed him away and jumped down from the counter to let the dress fall to my feet at my ankles. I could see him looking at the shiny surface of my ankle bracelet. It was to bring focus to my painted toenails and newly acquired manicure.

  I took a stroll over to the shower enclosure and opened up the glass door.

  I stepped in and beckoned him closer until I had a hold of his shirt collar. He didn’t have a chance to react. I brought him into the shower with the water soaking through his clothes. My fingernails made quick work of his shirt by tearing it open with a few buttons going missing in the process.

  I could feel the rough hairs of his chest and I twisted them in my fingers to hear him cry out in pain and surprise. I swiftly pulled his belt off and wrapped it around his neck. I brought him down for a kiss hot enough to melt the polar icecaps. Our tongues circled each other, vying for control and waiting for the other to make a mistake.

  I looked down at my prize still hidden from my view inside his pants. I opened them up and reached down to feel a sizable donation. It filled my hand. The heat made it necessary to discard his pants and his underwear in that order.

  He kicked off his shoes and got rid of his socks leaving us stripped bare of any false pretenses. Nothing separated us. The only thing I could see was the salivating determination in his eyes.

  He lifted me into his arms and that spike of love slid into the wetness of my walls. I held him in my heated grasp. He pressed me up against the tile on the wall and I could feel the ridges against my spine.

  Listening to him breathing heavily and feeling him fill me up had me transfixed. I wasn’t letting him have all the fun. I gave as good as I got.

  His cock jerked inside me when I flicked at his nipples with my fingernails. It was just enough to add a different form of stimulation to the festivities.

  He had his hand underneath me and his thumb was circling my asshole. He wasn’t trying to enter, but the added sensation drove me around the bend. I was bouncing up and down on his pole. There was no distance in his eyes and neither one of us was thinking of anything other than the pleasure we could score from each other.

  “Harder. I don’t want you to hold anything back.” I was a little worried I had said too much, but he had this way of bringing me to my knees in servitude.

  “I thought you would never ask.” He quickened the galloping steed between his legs.

  I slapped my heels several times in rapid succession. I was taming the beast and breaking the wild stallion into submission. I was pulling at his hair and making him look at me while I was in the throes of my first orgasm. It was a train ri
de from one orgasm to the other. It left me speechless and still connected to his loins.

  “Do it…do it…I know you want to. I can feel you so damn deep. It’s rather annoying to have you holding on after making me cum multiple times.” I was doing what I could to force the issue and he was smiling the entire time.

  “Reflexology isn’t the only thing I learned.” He turned things up one notch by slamming me into the tile with an echo of my bare ass smacking it repeatedly.

  I was a limp rag doll in his arms and I vainly slapped at his chest until I could feel the telltale sign of his climax approaching. The knob swelled inside me and began to rhythmically pulse with jets of his love sauce. He was shooting with a lot of thrust behind his strokes.

  I could hardly stand and had to hold onto him to prevent myself from landing on my knees. We stood at the counter looking at our reflection in the glass. I had the strength to move my limbs after a few moments of everything being numb.

  “I don’t care and I would rather see him 6-feet under than speak to me in that manner again.” I could hear a woman’s voice and I concluded it was Mrs. Donakov.

  “There’s no reason to overreact. You should sleep on this before you make any rash decisions.” Zane was trying to talk her down from the ledge and finding she wasn’t willing to bend even a little.

  “Get it done or I will find somebody who can. I’m through wasting time on a piece of wasted skin like him. Lewis Wilde has pushed me too far. I’ve given him fair warning, but he insists on coming after me. Get Timothy to help you. He’s a dope, but he does do what he’s told.” Lewis and I could hear them through the vent, but it was hearsay and nothing more.

  “I will make the arrangements. I’m going to give you until tomorrow morning to change your mind. They will only need to hear from me to know to back down. I’m giving you a way out.” Zane wasn’t about to get his hands dirty.