by Eden Rose
“I graduated from tech school at age fourteen. I was one of those super geniuses that they show on T.V. When I graduated, I couldn’t live on my own because I was too young and the state said I couldn’t. My parents worked a lot and I spent the next four years making a name for myself in the hacking industry.”
I take in what she’s saying and nod my head to let her know to continue. I knew she was young, but I’m wondering how young she actually is. “All right…”
She takes a drink of her scotch and I fight the urge to ask her if she’s eighteen. Fuck. I can’t be associated with someone under the age. I would be thrown in prison with my rap sheet and everything.
“I started to become friends with this guy online and he introduced me to the whole underbelly of cyberspace.”
“What guy?” I demand and tense up a little at hearing her being involved with another guy. This is crazy. I shouldn’t fucking care if she’s been with other guys. Tell that to the stupid muscle in my chest that has different plans. Yeah, my damn heart beats faster and then slower at the same time at the mention of this other man.
And I want to kill him if he saw Chantal naked before I did. If he got to sink into her tight little body before I did. Hell, if he even thinks of her, I will kill him.
She nods her perfect little heart shaped face and smiles with only one side of her face. “No, it wasn’t like that with him. I loved it, though. The hacking. Tracking the lines of the web to see where everything ended up. I did that for about six months. Star Fleet, was his online name, was mentor for the six months and showed me everything. It was about a year into the hacking cycle, that he told me to hack into this man’s information.”
My gut churns as I think of all of the bad things that could have happened to her. She was only fifteen! Fifteen years old and hacking into people’s shit. No wonder Big Sir is pissed off at her.
“I didn’t realize it at the time, but I hacked into a police officer’s computer. I had lists and times of his scheduled arrests and what his plans were going to be.” Chantal takes a deep breath and then let’s it out before continuing her story. As she does, she looks at her knees to not look at me.
I hated seeing her look as vulnerable as she does but I need to know what I just jumped into. I fucking cringe inside to think that I have to bring this information to my club. It’s bad enough that Flip was there and now he knows that my girl has ties to Big Sir. One of our most hated rivals.
“Star Fleet said that he needed them for his mentor. I began decoding every crypted file on his computer until I found out that he was gathering information on Big Sir.”
“Okay, then what happened?” I prompted.
She takes another breath and swallows the remaining scotch in her cup. When she sets it down on the table next to mine, she moves her left leg to sit on it. “Quit stalling, Chantal. I meant it when I said that I take care of what’s mine. I need to know what the fuck is happening so I can end it.”
“Star Fleet told Big Sir what I had found and Big Sir came to my house to have a chat with me. He demanded that I showed him everything that I could find on him and when I did, he made me an offer. He told me that if I deleted all of the evidence on him that he would pay me a hundred grand to get my business up and running.”
“Did you?” I question. That wouldn’t explain why he thinks that she owes him if she deleted his records.
Chantal nods her head and then looks over at me. “I did it. I was fifteen, a hundred grand was a lot of money to me. I could have done so much with it and then help my parents out. As it was, they worked all of the time to afford to put me in special schools and everything.”
It’s my turn to down the remaining contents of my scotch and then I place my hand on her thigh to encourage her to keep going. I could sense that I was close to finding out what he had on her so I could fucking end it.
“The officer that I hacked into, sensed that there was something missing and wanted to know what it was. He took his shit to the IT department and then uncovered everything that I deleted. Since I was still new to everything, I didn’t know what trojan to place on his files to block the tracking.”
“So…” I begin and then slip my arm over Chantal’s shoulders. For some reason I wanted her closer to me than she was already. “Did Big Sir get arrested?”
Almost as if she’s been doing it forever, Chantal rests her head against my pec and takes a deep breath. I could tell that she’s using my cologne to help center her. I fucking loved it.
Use whatever you want from me, baby. Whatever you need, I will give it to you.
“Yeah, he did. He sent Slim Jim and Big Don to my house to demand that I give them back the money that I owed to them and I couldn’t do it. I already bought a shit ton of equipment with it and helped pay off the loans my parents took out to pay for my school. I didn’t have much left over. That was when he started to demand that I pay him back.”
I scratch my chin and then purse my lips. “So, those ten months that Big Sir was in lock up, he was demanding interest on the money that he gave you for deleting his record?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Have you been paying him?” I nuzzle into her hair and relish the scent of her honey shampoo.
The difference between Chantal and those flies is the fact that Chantal smells sweet because she is sweet. The flies smell sweet because they expect to get some ass.
“When I could, I would but it wasn’t enough. When you came to my office and offered to pay me that much, I was excited to be able to pay more down. But he keeps adding more and more outrageous interest.”
I consider what she’s saying and then something awful comes to my mind and I’m regretting it instantly. “What happens if you don’t pay him all of the money that he wants?”
She takes a deep breath and then swallows it whole. “He wants me.”
Chantal
I hated telling him all of my dirt because I worry that he’s going to say: Fuck this bitch. I want a refund! If he says that, then I’m fucked. Straight fucked. There is no way that I can pay off Big Sir without his help.
Deciding that I should be fair and give him an out, I swallow my pride and say: “I wouldn’t fault you for wanting to get rid of me. I will give you the money back. It’s in the lock box.”
I knew that I had pissed Joe off because he pushed me off of him and then stands up in front of me. His eyes are flashing with anger and I hate it. “No. Chantal, you don’t get to do that shit. I’m a big boy and I know how to handle this. Don’t worry about anything.”
“But I’m your employee. You’re paying me to hack into people’s computers to find out who is trying to kill you!” I say louder than I wanted to.
“And we will get to that. I need to figure out a way to get Big Sir out of your life before he fucking ruins another life!”
Then it made sense. “What happened?” I ask quietly.
Joe shakes his head and looks towards the wall in an effort to block me out of drilling him for information. When he doesn’t say anything, I slide off the couch and throw my arms around his waist and hug him. I hold him tight to me and I relish in the feeling of his heated skin.
For the first time in my life, I felt comfort by being around someone. Not just anyone, either. A man who has vowed to take care of me without the obligation of having to. “It doesn’t matter what happened. Thank you for being there for me,” I whisper.
Suddenly, my world is shifted a little when he picks me up off of my feet and lays me down on the couch. I feel my wild hair from the bike ride, spill out like a halo and I hope I don’t look stupid.
He covers me with his body and spreads my legs with his thighs. Each of his hands are resting at either side of my head and he’s holding his weight that way. “Chantal, you are so beautiful,” he murmurs to me as he closes the distance between our mouths.
Only for a brief moment do I consider that this is a very bad idea but it fades as he begins kissing me with feather light touche
s. Each brush of his lips is enough to get me squirming under him.
I place both of my hands on his cheeks and pull him closer to me so I could properly kiss him.
The Bear
Chantal feels even better than I imagined under me. Her body is soft and warm with the glow of her arousal lighting her up. She’s absolutely gorgeous and I need to have her right now.
My tongue seeks entry into her mouth with a little lick to ask for it. When she opens her mouth, we caress each other with our tongues. Lightly, I bite her tongue and she squeaks out a little. The pain must have turned into her being more turned on, because now she’s rubbing her pussy against my hard dick.
I thrust my hips against her cleft of her pussy and she moans out as I hit her just right. Her cotton shorts that she’s wearing don’t do much to create boundaries for me. The tip of my dick must have hit her just right because she moans loudly against my mouth and I feel the burst of wetness escape her.
“Baby, you gotta know that if we continue, I’m not going to be able to stop until I’m balls deep in you. Are you good with that?”
Chantal nods her pink head and I smile hungrily at her. “Good,” I say under my breath.
I slide off of her and then reach down with my hands to pull her off of the couch. As I do, I slip off my tee and throw it on the floor. I then do the same to her. The bruises from Slim Jim are staring at me like a beacon and I try to swallow that rage from my throat.
These bruises are dark and fresh. The very reminder that I was almost too late to save her. I was almost too late and too close to losing another person that I cared about.
This is not about what just happened. This is about me owning this woman completely.
My hands quickly undo my belt and then I slide my jeans and briefs off of my hips. Chantal looks flushed as she looks me up and down and then focuses on my dick. My lips twitch into a smile and I wrap my hand around the base of my dick to yank it a couple of times. Her eyes are wide and glaring at my cock and they are watching me like a hawk.
I love the attention, I think to myself with a sly smile.
“You’re pierced?”
I can’t hide my cocky smile even if I tried to. Which I’m not. I got the Jacob’s Ladder about ten years ago and it hurt like a mother fucker. I couldn’t fuck for like two months to make sure it was healed. At the time that I got it, I was just starting to prospect in the club and it sucked because they all knew about my dick piercings. Now that it’s healed, it doesn’t bother me but it does bring a lot of questions from the ladies who want to know what it feels like.
“Yeah, baby, I am. You are about to feel how good these silver balls are going to feel as I glide inside of you. Now, be a good girl and show me the rest of you.”
Chantal’s eyes bulge a little and she tries to hide the embarrassment of my seeing her naked and I don’t like it at all. She’s already wearing a black bra that has nothing special to it, but the overflowing mounds of her tits is what draws me in. I follow the slopes and lines of her body down her pierced belly button to her full and round hips. Her shorts are hugging her hips just right so I can see a flash of skin that makes my mouth water.
I watch the trail of her shorts and panties as she pushes them down her legs until they pool at her feet. My mouth goes dry and then wet all at the same time as I look at her shaved pussy. The lips of her pussy look pink and wet from her being turned on.
Like a hunter, I circle her body and then trail my index finger from the top of her spine all the way down to her tailbone. She shivers from my administrations but I don’t stop. My finger circles her tailbone gently and then it goes back up her spine to her top knot.
I push all of her hair out of the way so I can kiss up and down her shoulders. As her hair falls to the left side of her face, a few chunks of her strands stay where they were to begin with. I tuck them behind her ear and then gently kiss the sensitive skin underneath her earlobe. Chantal’s pulse quickens as I kiss down her neck until I get to her collarbone.
“Joe,” she moans. “Please…”
I suck on her collarbone and then nip at it. She squirms against me and spins to face me. I love looking at her skin as it glows with her arousal and being flushed. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
“What, baby? What do you need?”
She squirms against my body and then greedily takes my shaft into her hand. Her move surprises me and makes me growl out in pleasure. Both of her hands shuttle up and down my shaft and pull just right on the Jacob’s Ladder to give me the pleasure that I need to be harder than a diamond.
The look of determination on her face is the most adorable thing and I reach out to her chin to kiss her. Our lips and tongues clash together and our breathing becomes ragged from it.
Our lips might be bruised later, but I doubt either of us cares about that.
“Touch me,” she murmurs against my lips.
I take the invitation and place a hand on each of her tits that are on fire from being rubbed against my skin. They are slightly sweaty, but I don’t give a shit. I pluck each nipple in between my fingers and pull just enough to make her gasp.
With a practiced skill that I wasn’t aware that she had, she manages to get out of my hold and then drop to her knees so she’s eye level to my dick. I see her lick her lips and then she uses one of the hands that was on my dick to line her mouth up with the head.
Fireworks go off in my head as her tongue wraps around the tip of my cock and I about yell. Every nerve in my body is on fire and my whole world is tunneled to this woman on her knees in front of me.
Fuck me. She’s beautiful.
Chantal
I’ve never been one to go down on a man before. Hell, I’ve never done it. As mentioned before, my sexual experience is very limited. I’m hoping that I’m giving him some sort of pleasure as I’m on my knees for him.
Through my eyelashes, I look up at him and see him looking at me as I take his dick further into my mouth. I try as hard as I can to swallow him into the back of my throat.
The head of his dick bumps against the roof of my mouth and I gag on it. I can feel the tips of my ears turn red from the embarrassment of not being able to take all of him.
Joe takes both of his hands and grabs the strands of my hair and pulls gently so he pops out of my mouth. “Baby, take as much as you can. You don’t have to take the whole thing…”
With his encouragement, I try again. This time, I’m determined to get him to fall to his knees or something… Hopefully. His piercings rub against my tongue and I use the suction in my mouth to pull on the piercings.
I look up at him hoping that he’s getting some pleasure from this and when I see his eyes glazed over and watching me, I knew. I knew that he likes this.
I feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat and I relax as much as possible. He begins to glide deeper in my throat and I moan around the head. The vibrations from my moan must have made him get closer because he groans out and then uses my hair to pull me away.
“We’re going to my room so I can lay you out on my bed and binge on your pretty little body until I’m full. Which isn’t going to be for a very long fucking time. You get me?”
I nod my head and then climb up to my feet. I wipe my mouth a little to get rid of some of the salvia and he sucks in a deep breath as I do it. “Lead me to your bed and let’s get this binging on.”
He chuckles and then takes my hand in his as he walks through the hallway to his bedroom. I’m mildly surprised that his bedroom is not on the second floor but I don’t say anything.
In my lust filled state, I barely register how beautiful his place is designed. The hallway is pristine in a pale blue with a lightboxes that help make it seem lighter in there. I don’t know how to explain it. Almost as if the lightboxes were like the sun and the blue was the sky.
By the time we get to his bedroom, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was in over my head. All of that shit about t
his being a job and my getting paid, yeah… It’s bull shit. Joe… He does something for me and I can’t quite put my finger down on it.
I take a deep breath and smell his cologne and scent of his body throughout his room. It’s completely masculine with deep browns and a wooden bed frame. On the far corner of the room, there’s a window the size of four windows in my place that overlook a river.
But the bed, the bed is something gorgeous. It’s against the back wall right smack in the middle of it. He has a black comforter that is across the bed and some thick pillows that outline the head of the bed.
