by Sally Laces
Slowly but surely, Christina’s ass took me entirely inside of her until she was sitting on my dick, jostling herself left and right and forward and backward to stretch her sissy hole. She raised herself up on her knees, then back down, working herself into a steady fucking pace that had me letting loose a low, guttural moan the entire time. I bucked my hips up when she lowered herself down.
“Yes,” she choked. “Just like that.”
“Just like that,” I groaned, the tightness around my dick like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My hands grabbed as much of that juicy ass as they could.
We were in perfect sync. She’d raise herself up and come down just as I bucked upward, her insides pure pleasure. Her cock peeked above her pantyline, throbbing so enticingly every time I filled her to the brim. My billion-dollar cowgirl rocked and rolled and twisted and shouted herself to an orgasm like I’d never seen before.
Her orgasm was a burst of pleasure directly from her cock to her bra, the sight of which was enough to do me in. I gripped her hips tightly and forced her down against my cock, bringing a renewed burst of pleasure from her boi-clit while my dick filled her with my want.
She fell backward off my cock moments later. I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her upward before she could tumble off the bed.
“Christina?” I asked, a note of panic in my voice. More cum leaked out of my cock when I sat up and leaned over her.
She had a paralyzed look of bliss on her face, her still-hard cock lying against her abdomen, half-caught in her frilly panties.
“I’ve… never… come…”
I ran my hand down her cheek.
“Never come… like that…”
I hadn’t either. Coming in the cowgirl position seemed impossible for me before. What she was talking about was entirely different.
I’d just given Christina her first sissygasm.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
Chapter 25
CHRISTINA
“I usually shop at Amber’s for weekday clothing, you know, the kind of stuff I wear to class.”
“What about Indie Hip?” I asked, scrolling through the store’s website on my work computer.
“Only when they have a sale, that place is pricey.”
I hadn’t even been paying attention to the prices, as usual. Wearing men’s clothes as work necessitated, all I could think of was being back in something more comfortable. The maxi dresses and button-up blouses looked adorable on the models; they’d look even better on me once I placed an order.
All the clothes I had were club and dinner fashion, with a few casual items lent to me by Elle or pilfered from donation boxes. After my third night with Harrow, after I’d come like a girl and slept like one too, curled up in his arms, I made a firm decision.
From now on, I’d start dressing like a girl. That meant casual wear, stuff I could put on and go out on an afternoon or to a casual restaurant. I’d order more lingerie too. Make myself pretty for Harrow when I went over to his place.
That was coming to an end soon. At Inverness, I could feel the winds of change start to blow. Some people were leaving the company, but most were jockeying for new positions and clout in the soon-to-change hierarchy. A good lot of them were hoping for a transfer to the States. I didn’t have too think hard to figure out why. Shorter hours, better pay, bigger apartments?
As if. Only Harrow was going to the US. The rest of us were staying where we were - especially me.
I still held out hope that we’d see each other again. He could take a business trip here, or maybe I could manage a trip over there. I didn’t know how we’d manage either situation. He had a job over there; I was stuck here.
I held the phone crooked against my ear while Elle continued to list off her favorite clothing stores. I kept up with every mention, googling furiously and giddily browsing through all the new kinds of fashion I could take part in. Tight black jeans! Scoop-neck tank tops! Booty-hugging panties!
Maybe Femnos was my future, but with these clothes, I’d be entering a whole other world.
“Hang on Elle, I’m getting another call.”
I furrowed my brow at the unlisted number. Normally I wouldn’t answer, but nobody really called me on this phone. Who could possibly have my number?
When I clicked the green answer button, I was greeted with the sound of distant shouting and clanging doors. What the hell?
“Hello Chris,” said a voice I recognized.
Uric Illner.
Our ex-President.
And my step-father.
“What the hell do you want,” I rasped in a sibilant whisper.
“Don’t play me, boy. You think I wouldn’t find out?”
“I have nothing to do with what goes on here and you know it.”
He spat out a laugh. “God, you’re worse than your mother.”
I fought back the urge to hang up right there and then, knowing he’d call back, or worse, send one of his goons to deliver his message. Uric was disallowed from making outside calls, but he still had a network of scumbags to do his bidding from prison. One of them must have snuck him the phone and given him my number.
“Don’t talk about her.”
“Oooh, I forgot how sensitive you are. Just like a woman.”
For once, Uric was right.
“Did you just call me to mock me or are you waiting for me to report you to the Warden?”
“Oh go ahead, please. Would you like his number? I have him on speed-dial.”
Of course he did. He’d probably manipulated everyone he needed in prison, just like he’d manipulated my mother into marrying him. Even I trusted him at first, back when I was a teenager and he started wooing my mom.
Then we found out the truth. He only wanted her so he’d have some claim to the company throne. By marrying into the family, he ensured himself a job at Inverness, one he’d parlayed through unbelievable sales results and enticing financial promises into getting the position as President.
It was all a sham, of course. Uric lied and stole and cheated his way to the top, and now he was paying for the results of his deception. We all were.
“This wouldn’t even be happening if it wasn’t for you, Uric.”
“And now I’m handling this. Don’t I always take care of my mistakes?”
If that was a dig at my mother, I wasn’t taking the bait. She got good hospice care once the cancer spread, but that came out of my stipend. Uric didn’t even visit, not that either of us would have wanted him to.
“Listen here. You’re going to invoke Stewardship Privilege and cancel this stupid deal with those American fools.”
“They’re not fools,” I said. Everything else Uric had proposed was equally ridiculous. Stewardship Privilege was a right I could invoke to basically veto any board decision. In principle, at least. This holdover from the days of Royalty wasn’t something that happened in modern Femnos.
“You know I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to,” I added.
“You don’t want to? Jesus Christ, boy, use your fucking head. If Inverness gets bought out, what’s going to happen to the company?”
“You won’t be able to take back your position once you get out.” I smiled, wishing he could see my relish. “You won’t even be able to get a job in the copy room.”
“True,” he sneered. “And what happens to you?”
My heartbeat quickened in my chest. “What do you mean?”
He huffed. “Always the little wunderkind. Come on, boy, think! An American corporation doesn’t have our traditions. Yes, I’m not allowed to resume my position as President. Just like no one at the company is required to give the Steward his company fund.”
I nearly dropped my phone. Uric was right. The only reason I got my fortune was because of a centuries-old contract between my family and the company we founded. If Inverness wasn’t my company anymore - that is, if it were bought out by Renault - the corporate heads wouldn’t have to pay me what I’d bee
n entitled to for my entire life.
But they wouldn’t do that, right?
…Right?
“You’re lying,” I said desperately. “You always lie.”
“I do,” said Uric, satisfied that he’d affected me. “But I pepper in the truth when it’s advantageous, and in this case, both you and I want the same thing.”
A guard was shouting in the distance, probably at the other end of the hall from Uric’s cell. He was running out of time, judging by the quickened pace of his speech.
“Listen to me. Invoke the Privilege and cancel this deal. Inverness can weather their financial storm until I get back. Plans are already in place. You’ll get your money if you play the good little heir and do as I tell you. Once I’m President again, things can go back to normal.”
Normal. Being held hostage by the company. Forced back into men’s clothing for appearances. Having all the money in the world and none of the freedom.
Normal.
I didn’t want normal.
“I understand,” I said slowly, waiting for the guard’s voice to come closer.
“You’d better! Do as I ask or else - shit.”
The phone hung up abruptly.
I knew what I had to do..
Chapter 26
HARROW
I sat in a chair across from the couch, the coffee table between us. She looked lovely in that green dress with the white heels, like we were about to go on an evening walk through Amber Park. I would have loved to take her there.
Unfortunately, I knew I’d never get that chance. I’d lost Christina.
I’d lost everything.
“Christina,” I said, shaking my head, “I had no idea.”
“I know, Harrow,” she said in a quiet monotone.
I wanted to go to her side, but I had no right. When I structured this deal I was so focused on winning that I didn’t even stop to think who I might hurt. The fact that people like the heiress would lose millions wasn’t even on my radar.
Typical me. Focusing only on myself at the detriment of others. Just like when I left home to start college and work my way into Renault. I knew I should have kept working for my family. This long-term gambit to pay back all the loans my family had taken out just to survive only ended up hurting people in the long run.
At least now I knew Renault-Femnos were just being panicky cowards. The deal was on. Christina had confirmed that when she told me about the call from her step-father, the Ex-President. The Inverness buyout was happening, just like I wanted.
Only that’s not what I wanted anymore. Not after falling for her.
I knew what to do.
“I’ll call Renault and cancel the deal.”
Christina’s eyes looked at me for the first time since she’d arrived.
“What?”
“Renault-Femnos. They already think the deal is going to fail and called me in to tell me yesterday. If I give them the go-ahead to break away and start their own company, independent of our head branch, then Inverness will have no choice but to cancel the deal.” I shrugged, trying to act like this wasn’t a worst-case scenario. “We promised them Femnosi leadership. If we can’t deliver that, they’ll have to back out.”
“And what happens to you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Don’t worry?!”
Christina jetted up to her feet, her fists clenched at her side.
“Harrow… You’re the only one I ever worry about!”
“Christina…”
I stood up as well, my legs moving like jelly as I came over to her. She sniffled against my shirt, pushing her cheek against my chest. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders, wishing it’d have some effect. Wishing I could take the pain away.
I couldn’t.
I’d failed.
“What will you do?” She asked between tears. “What about your mom? Your siblings?”
“They’ll be fine,” I said. “I’ll find a way.” Holding her helped me think. “I have some contacts at other firms. I can get another job. I’ll have to work my way up, but they can hold on a little longer.”
“Harrow…”
“I have time. That’s all I need.”
“You need money. I wish I could give it to you.”
I smiled down at her. Christina’s fortune wouldn’t come in for a few years. I meant what I said when I told her I had time, but loan interest grows every month. “You’re a great girl, Christina.”
“I wish that were true.”
“It is.”
She pulled away from me, wiping her eyes.
“Everything I’ve done in my life has been for me,” she admitted. “Running from what others want me to do, always trying to live for myself. Lying and deceiving when it suited me. I can’t do that any more.”
I stayed silent, listening.
“You’ve taught me so much about myself, Harrow. About who I really am. A girl named Christina. Not an heir to the Inverness fortune.”
“What are you saying?”
She stood before me, more woman than ever before.
“I’m giving up my fortune.”
“Christina -”
“Harrow! This is what I want.”
“To be broke, jobless, and homeless? Christina, I’ve lived that life. I won’t let you suffer like that.”
To my surprise, she put a hand on her hip.
“You think I can’t take care of myself?”
I blushed. “Of course I do. I mean, I don’t. I mean… yes, you can take care of yourself.”
She reached up to touch my cheek gently.
“I can’t ask you to take care of me. You have a family to look after. I’m just the girl you had a fling with.”
“But what will you do?”
“Leave.” She smiled at me. “Harrow, I’m not just giving up my fortune. I’m buying my freedom. If they want to take what was once mine then they have to admit I’m not beholden to them any more. I won’t be Steward. I’ll just be…” she shrugged her bare shoulders. “Myself.”
The realization hit me at once. How could I have missed it?
“You could leave the company.” My jaw hung open. “You could leave Femnos.”
“Hell fucking yes I can, and I will.”
“You could go back to America.”
“That’s the plan.”
“You could come back with me.”
Christina’s knees started to quiver. Then she sat down on the couch.
“I…I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Why not?” I said, smiling from ear to ear when I sat down. I took her hand in mine, rubbing her palm. “You want to go back to New York, right? Back to University? It’s three miles from my apartment. I could get down to campus on my lunch break to eat with you if I wanted. I mean, if you wanted.”