by Jamie Knight
“Our mayor? Yeah,” agreed Kelton. “I mean, how can he not apply the law equally? That’s basic!”
“Yeah, and with the tax base in Manhattan? It was already eroding, even before that Congresswoman drove out Amazon,” I noted. “I can’t imagine what the budget shortfall is going to be for this year. Or how he’s going to pay for it.”
“Give you one guess,” said Kelton. “The missus and I are thinking of moving when this is all over.”
“What? You mean to one of the outer boroughs?” I asked.
“No, I mean out of New York and New York state,” confessed Kelton. “I hear there are great opportunities down around Kentucky and Tennessee. This city, I don’t know how I can raise my kids here.”
“Yeah, I don’t blame ya. But this should all die down in a few weeks, right?” I suggested.
“That’s what they said about the virus,” he sighed. “It never seems to end.”
“Anyhow, let me go. I’ve got the partners calling me later,” I said. “I think the merger might finally coming to an end.”
“Uh, oh. Do we even have enough work after that?” he asked. “Or should I just type my resignation now?”
“Hang on,” I said. “I’m sure we’ll find something for everyone to do.”
I got off the phone with Kelton, and the partners texted me for a meeting. Cam Tech was finally ready to sign the papers. With the riots, they were worried that if they didn’t push things forward, people might get cold feet. The Brothers were happy with my work, but…
“One other thing,” William added before ending the call. “We assume you’ll have a date for marrying our cousin soon? I mean, your impending nuptials, you haven’t been lying just to avoid an HR disaster, have you?”
“William, how can you say that? I love your cousin,” I found myself saying. “She’s amazing. And I could not have finished this merger without her. Sandra’s a very capable lawyer.”
“Well, we’re glad,” he said softening. “Just make sure you get us a good table at your reception.”
“Can I put Jake at your table?” I joked.
“No!” laughed William.
After hanging up, I texted Sandra. It was time to celebrate. The Brothers had sent over a copy of the final documents. They, of course, had to be in paper form now. With a merger this big, there had to be multiple electronic and paper copies of everything.
When Sandra didn’t respond to my text, I went downstairs and found her texting in the kitchen.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just texting my mom,” she smiled.
“Did you get my text? The merger’s a go. Tomorrow the papers are signed.”
“That’s great,” she smiled.
There was something a little off about Sandra. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Everything okay? I mean, with your mom?”
“What?” she said, a little distracted. “Oh. Yeah, sure. Everything’s fine.”
She was off, or maybe I was just being paranoid.
“Well, we’ll make some dinner tonight and celebrate, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
Maybe I was just being paranoid. This was, after all, a new experience for me as of ten years ago. I was such a different person back then. The old me probably would’ve freaked out, but the new me was merely concerned. I guess I had gained enough wisdom to know to just hang back and see what happens.
I grilled up a couple of steaks. There was a unique grilling process I used for the frozen ones. Basically, I’d take advantage of their frozenness to make them rare. It required high heat and perfect timing. Fortunately, I had been so on it for days, it was not a problem. The steaks came out perfectly rare.
That night, I went up to her bedroom, as always. Sandra was lying there on her bed, wearing just her underwear. Looking up, she smiled and patted the mattress inviting me over.
“A change of pace,” I announced. “Let’s go up to my bedroom.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I thought it was a little funny we hadn’t been up there.”
I didn’t tell her what a big step in terms of trust this was for me. It was enough that I knew she was the first woman to share my bed — not some hotel room, not a guestroom, or a supply closet, but the bed that I slept in every night.
We started by kissing. Her lips were velvety smooth and tasted of mint toothpaste. I put my hand inside her hair and against the back of her head, pulling her just a little closer.
With my body against her, I started to become aroused by her body heat. She started unbuttoning my silk pajamas, as I began to unhook her bra. Slipping it off of her, I tossed it aside. Without the thick lining of the bra between us, the exchange of body heat slid up by several more degrees.
“Oh, Jack,” she cooed. “I love the way you touch me.”
Sliding my hand down the front of her torso, my fingers made their way inside her panties. Sandra spread her legs and readjusted herself on the bed so I could gain access to her sweet pussy. I gently starting rubbing it and her clit. She bit her lower lip and moaned.
It was so hot watching her squirm and looking down at my hand inside her underwear. Her flat stomach and alabaster skin only added to the sensuality of the moment. I could see and feel the wetness of her pussy, soaking her panties and the bedsheets. I withdrew my hands and licked the fingers. The action aroused her, and she kissed me again, leaping on top of me.
Our passions were overwhelming. Sandra clawed off the remainder of my pajamas and slid her panties off. Mounting my engorged cock, she slid down on it and made a sound of relief. This is what we wanted — this feeling of oneness that connected us body and soul.
She clung to me, bouncing up and down. Her actions seemed more desperate than usual. Was there something else she was not telling me? It would be hard for me to believe that. Perhaps I was just being paranoid. Maybe now that my eyes were clear for the first time in a decade, I was made aware of subtle details that I was misinterpreting.
I rolled us both over, never exiting her hot pussy. Holding her down by the knees, I began to thrust in and out of her over and over again.
“Oooooh!” she squealed. “Fuck! Yes, Jack! Just like that! Oh, my God! I can’t get enough of your cock! Your amazing cock! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!”
Her urgings just made me want to thrust more and faster. We were soon soaked in sweat and bodily fluids. Gliding in and out of her was effortless with so much natural lube. I slipped out once or twice, but she immediately would alter her moans, grab my dick, and put it right back inside.
Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I stood up. Keep Sandra’s ankles in the air, I proceeded to rail her as fast as I could. Speech became almost impossible for both of us. We were animals doing what animals do in the wild, fuck furiously and savagely. I was compelled to. We both were. Neither of us could stop the fucking even if we wanted.
The room fell away, and it was just the two of us in darkness. Perhaps we were floating in space, humping, panting, and fucking. There was nothing else but this moment in time. How long had we been going at it? Minutes? Hours? Days? It all blurred together. I could no longer tell. I was lost inside her, and together, we were bound forever in that moment.
I erupted inside her. This had happened before, but this time was different. It was like a deep part of me on the inside had become unlocked. Grunting loudly, I pressed in as deep as I could go. My seed was ejected deep within her confines, and Sandra came from the sensation.
“Oh-oh-oh,” she quietly moaned. “I can feel it. I can feel it inside me. Oh, sir. Oh, Jack. I’m cumming.”
We were both shuddering now. Shuddering from the impact of a perfect simultaneous orgasm, which lasted for several minutes. All either of us could do was process the sensations as best we could. Slowly they diminished, leaving us spent on the bed.
I flopped down next to her. We both were breathing heavily. It had never been like this for me.
Something had clicked. Perhaps it was that we were in my bed after all these years. My trust in women having been finally rebuilt after all this time.
Or was it the trust in myself to attempt to love again?
I looked over. Still, there was something behind Sandra’s eyes. I couldn’t shake the notion that she was still hiding something. No, that had to be paranoia. If this was going to happen, I need to kill that paranoia and trust again.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she panted.
“Good,” I responded. “After the merge is signed, you and I should go out for a nice dinner.”
She laughed.
“Jack, we can’t go out, remember?” she reminded me. “There’s still this thing called a worldwide pandemic. Not to mention the riots. Where would we even go?”
“Oh, yeah,” I remembered. “Forgot. We’ll get a really nice take out. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds awesome,” she agreed. “Just let me get some sleep now. My God. I fell like I just ran a marathon!”
Chapter Eighteen - Sandra
The partners thought it was best that the fewest amount of people show up to the actual signing of the papers. Therefore, since Jack was a lead attorney, he would go, but since I was still just an associate, I should stay home.
It was practical, but at the same time, Jack felt a little bad not just for me, but the whole team who had worked so hard. Still, these were perilous times. Not only had the virus continued to plague us, but we also had to be wary of the riots going on in New York. It wasn’t as bad as what was going on out west, but the partners weren’t taking any chances. They hired a private security detail to keep the onsite area safe.
Jack gave me a kiss and told me that it would have to last me for most of the day. Now that he was kissing me, it would. After Jack left, I tried to call Isabella, but she wasn’t answering. Maybe she had finally gotten out, or perhaps she had hooked up with the doorman.
I guess I had wanted to talk about Jack, but perhaps it was better if I didn’t keep overthinking everything. Right now, our relationship seemed to be on track. Why rock the boat and tempt the drama? Why was it that I could get so emotional over him? I should just take every day as it comes.
Going into the kitchen, I got the idea to bake a cake if all the ingredients were present. That would be a pleasant surprise. There was no work to do anyway. Everyone was at the meeting for the merger except the other associates and me. Getting out the bowls and ingredients, I made a quick inventory and decided I could definitely make the cake. For the icing, I might have to improvise. I didn’t see any heavy cream. Perhaps I could do something with melted chocolate chips.
Then, suddenly the doorbell rang. At first, the sound was strange and alien. It was as if I had forgotten what one had sounded like. I had been in Jack’s house for so long, and no one had visited. Additionally, we didn’t have a doorbell in Manhattan, just a buzzer. After the second ring, it registered, and I started walking to the door.
Wait a minute. Who could this be? It wasn’t Jack. He wouldn’t ring his own bell. I guess it could be Bella, but I don’t think I gave her the address. But that would explain why she wasn’t answering her phone. Oh, God. I hope Jack didn’t get into a car accident! Maybe it’s the police.
With renewed panic, I rushed to the door and opened it. It was a nice-looking woman, maybe thirty.
“Hi,” she greeted. “I’m Kitty. Is Jack at home?”
“No,” I said warily. “Can I take a message?”
“Oh, you just be the new girl. How do you like being a sub?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. Who are you exactly?” I said suspiciously.
“Mind if I come in and sit down?” she asked. “It’s a long story.”
I thought about, and against my better judgment, I let her inside.
“Don’t get mad,” she warned. “But I’m Jack’s submissive. He’s prime submissive.”
“What’s that mean?”
“He always comes back to me. He’ll go off and train a new one for a while, but he can’t get better than me,” she bragged.
“When’s the last time you had sex with Jack?” I asked.
“Oh, don’t worry, Sweetie,” she assured. “It was at least a few weeks before the virus, so he didn’t cheat on you.”
“Why should I believe you?” I asked.
“If you let me walk upstairs, I can show you.”
I gestured. She led me upstairs to Jack’s bedroom. She went right to the secret passage, opened it up, and went inside. Inside the playroom, she walked over to another section of the wall and opened it up. Inside was a monitor, computer, and a camera. She called up a sex video. She and Jack were doing it on the couch.
“Jack is such a kinky boy,” she said seductively. “Is his cock magic or what?”
Shocked, my mouth fell open. Kitty immediately picked up on it.
“Oh, you didn’t know? I guess you haven’t seen your sex tape yet, huh? I think mine came out pretty good. Still don’t have a copy of this one,” she said. “I’d like to do some editing. A couple of filters, you get weird wrinkles, ya know. Rather just cut the whole scenes that keep them. Still, I think it’s pretty hot, right?”
I felt lightheaded. Was Jack a raving pervert all this time? Did he do all this just to sucker me into a sex tape? It wasn’t about the merger or the job — it was all about the sex this whole time?
“Are you bi? If you wanna mess around while we watch this, I wouldn’t say no,” Kitty suggested.
“No, thanks,” I said, fighting back the tears. “I… but… Are the cameras…hidden?”
“Hidden? No,” she said. “He’s got a tripod and everything. You know, besides his natural tripod, if you know what I mean. If you didn’t see a camera, he didn’t film you.”
Well, I guess that was one good thing in my favor. Still, how could Jack do this to me? Everything we shared, was I just a joke to him?
“Are you upset?” asked Kitty, finally noticing. “Oh, honey, don’t take this personally. Jack is like a mega-Alpha. He can’t help himself. He has to fuck a lot. But you should be flattered. Jack is a man of exquisite tastes, and you are perfect in that regard.”
“I thought, I knew him,” I sobbed.
“Aw, honey, don’t cry. You can’t meet an animal like Jack and expect him to be tame. He’s a lion, baby. Look, he always, eventually, comes back to me. That’s why I’m the prime. But you can be in the mix. I don’t mind sharing. Obviously.”
“I think I need you to leave,” I said tearfully. “I’m not, I have to process this.”
“I understand,” agreed Kitty. “But, hey, look at it this way, you can’t really have what was already someone else’s anyway. Jack is a beast. He can’t help himself. Trust me, he’s a headache to be shacked up with. Don’t get me wrong, he’s prime beef, but high maintenance.”
“Please,” I begged.
Kitty shrugged and held up her hands as if to say, “I don’t want any trouble.” I escorted her back downstairs to the front door.
“Look, if you can just tell Jack to call me and listen, I’ve been through what you’re going through. If you want to know what will really please Jack, I have no problem telling you,” she said, handing me a business card with her phone number.
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“I’m a submissive,” she said obviously. “I serve Jack. If he wants you for a while, then I want him to be happy.”
The moment the door shut, I was stomping up to my room to pack. So, this was the real Jack. Finally, my eyes were open! All this time, he had been using me for sex and to push the merger through. I had to get out of here forever. I was three quarters through packing when my phone rang. It was Jack.
At first, I ignored it, but he called right back. I didn’t have a valid excuse not to answer the phone. I picked up.
“Hey,” he greeted. “The meeting’s over. I should be there s
oon with a surprise.”
“Um, great, but I have to leave.”
“What? Why? Where?”
“My sister is sick, and I have to go to her,” I lied. “The whole family is just falling apart.”
“Oh, God. The virus?”
“Um, yep,” I continued to lie.
“If you wait, I can go with—”
“No, that’s too dangerous. Besides, it’s only family,” I insisted. “Should only be a few days, then I can come back and work.”
“Work, who cares about work now? We—”
“Jack, I have to go. Goodbye.”
“Okay. Bye,” he said, sounding confused.
I hung up on him before he could question me any further. I needed to process and Jack, Well, he made his own bed. If he was confused because of it, so be it. It wasn’t my problem.
Chapter Nineteen - Jack
Well, this sucks. On the night of a great victory and now Sandra is gone. This would’ve been so perfect. She really should be here to share in the win.
The house seemed kind of lonely without her. She had a way of filling up a room with her presence. Even when I was moping around, she made the house feel like it was full of life.
I followed up with some calls, but Sandra seemed to have her phone off. Leaving a message of support, I wondered why her phone would be turned off completely. Could it be that her sister died? That would be terrible.
But it was the only explanation I could think of because the next day, she didn’t turn her phone back on. I started searching the Internet to see if I could find out the name and address of her sister. Maybe I could at least get some information if she had passed on. I just didn’t understand why Sandra would completely cut me off, that was until Kitty knocked on the door.
When I heard the knock, I thought it was Sandra. I rushed to the door to open it.
“Kitty?” I said in shock.
“Hey handsome, how’s it hanging?” she said flippantly, walking into the house and patting me on the ass as she did so. “Missed you.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked as Kitty got on my couch and struck a pose.
