One man stood by her head and the other by her legs. The one at the lower end lifted the woman’s legs to his shoulders and prodded her ass with his cock. When he found the spot he pushed in hard and groaned. The woman screamed.
“They didn’t use any lubricant, which means she’s in pain and will be sore for a few days.”
The woman’s knees bent and she put her feet against the man’s chest. The man by her head moved part of the table so her head bent back. The man slid his cock into her mouth and, without any other foreplay, they fucked her from both ends.
Sophie watched with some interest and felt wet on the end of Riley’s cock. She realized he found this entertaining and he leaned toward her.
“Sophie, your hand is driving me crazy. My love, this isn’t my game. We could do a scene. I’m very good at playing the Dom, but I’m not sharing you with anyone, ever,” he said and kissed her neck.
She felt glad that it was her hand that made him hard and not the scene. She couldn’t stand it anymore. “Riley, can I suck your cock here? I want you in my throat so bad. Is it okay for us to play?”
He smiled and nodded.
She gladly got down on her knees between his legs and pulled his beautiful cock up to her lips. She knew in her head that the woman probably enjoyed herself, but Sophie wanted to focus on them and not other people. She wanted him in her mouth, now. She licked his head and directed his length over her tongue and to the back of her throat.
The rest of the time they stayed at one of their homes, went to dinner and attended movies and a concert in a club. She’d never formally dated, so everything they did felt new to her.
And she woke up every morning in his arms with his hard cock pressed between her cheeks. It was heaven for her.
Twice they fulfilled his wish to do some of the things she’d done in her past. One was being sucked off while he drove in rush hour traffic. The other was a woman’s restroom on the one-hundredth floor of a building in downtown Los Angeles. The stalls were set up to look out through floor to ceiling windows which were gray-smoked so no one could see in. He loved pressing her naked breasts against the window and fucking her ass. They’d spent close to two hours in that stall and she’d laughed at her reflection in a mirror at the mess her makeup and hair turned into.
On Friday morning, two weeks later, Riley said he needed to head up north for a meeting that afternoon and would be home late.
He made her close her eyes and dangled something in front of her face. It was a key.
“What’s this for?” she asked.
“This magical key allows you entrance to the parking lot below and the private elevator. When I get home tonight, you will be lying naked on my bed on top of the covers. You will be wearing the nipple and clit rings. I’ll leave a very big and long butt plug for you to insert. You must have all in place no later than eight o’clock. You may not touch yourself or have an orgasm. I’ll be in after nine o’clock and your torment will be extreme if anything is not in place.”
She grinned, leaned in, and kissed him long and hard. When he pulled back she continued to smile. “I absolutely love how you are so organized. This is incredible and I’ll have to think of a way I can thank you.”
“You thank me every time I wake up with you in the morning. I’m crazy about you, Sophie, and when I get back were going to discuss your moving in with me. I’ll even get the ice cubes out to sway your judgment.”
She kissed him again.
When Sophie arrived at work things seemed very tense in the staff meeting. She wondered why everyone acted on edge. She went to her office and called her secretary to follow.
“Tara, any idea what’s going on around here? Everyone is jumpy,” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I heard in the break room that Mr. Pantagen is on the war path and he’s apparently fired several people. I’m supposed to let him know him know when you’ve arrived. Are you in?”
“Yeah, go ahead and let’s get it over with.”
Sophie heard her cell phone buzz and looked at the text message. It read: Hi babe. The meeting is as dull as that movie we tried to watch and the best part was fingering your wet pussy. Do you think if you’d had an orgasm in the theater we would’ve been thrown out?
She smiled and typed back. Possibly and banned for life. I found an amazing solid gold cock ring for you. I hope it’s not too small or maybe I do.
She waited a second and then he replied, We’ll see tonight. I’ll model it for you. Don’t forget your instructions. I can’t wait to have my snack. Crap!! Now I’m hard again. You’ve bewitched me woman.
Sophie laughed. My pussy is soaked and waits. Come and get me.
Just as she switched her phone off the door to her office flew open and her father stormed in. He slammed the door behind him.
“Sherwood turned down the contract and have announced a merger with Darby Industries. A billion dollar deal just flew out the fucking window. I suppose you’re happy about it.” His face was red and she thought she could feel heat radiate off his body.
“What are you talking about? Why would I be happy?” She stood up and waited.
“Conspiring with the enemy ring any bells for you? Does it sound familiar? I should have known your mother’s madness genes would pass to both my kids. I hoped you’d be normal, but I was a fool to trust you.”
“Father, what the hell are you talking about?” She asked and tried to remain calm and hold her anger back.
He threw a folder down on her desk and a stack of large glossy pictures slid out. “Explain those to me. After the initial contract meeting, I could see you were unstable, but I didn’t want to believe it.”
Sophie opened the folder and dropped to her seat. She started to look at pictures of her and Riley. The first few were innocent enough. They sat at a table in a restaurant, drank coffee at Starbucks, and walked hand-in-hand down a sidewalk. The pictures got worse. They were in a small park and his hand was under her sweater or one at the theater when he’d opened her pants and fingered her pussy. The harsh ones were near the bottom. They were taken in Club Frek. One of her sucking his dick during the scene, one of him fucking her over a table. Other people stood and watched in the background. There were shots from his suite of him eating her pussy and several different positions.
“You had me followed?” she hissed.
“I had to know if it was your mother’s madness setting in and the unfortunate truth is it has. You told him about the contract, didn’t you?”
“You rewrote it, didn’t you? Jesus, father, the original contract...”
“Was nothing,” he shouted and moved up to her. He latched onto her arm. “I hope you don’t think Riley Frost gives a shit about you. He’s probably just using you to get his rocks off and, of course, for the information you spilled to him it the heat of passion.”
Sophie tried to get her arm free and looked up at him. “It wasn’t in passion, father. I told him over dinner at Club Frek and he fucked me after. I’m glad I told him. I’m sick of watching you ruin independent companies.”
“I suppose you worked with your brother? He reported me to the S.E.C. about insider trading yesterday.”
“I didn’t know about that. Good for Jeffrey,” she snarled.
Her father brought his fist up and hit her on the side of her head. She caught her foot on her chair and went over it backward and hit her back on the edge of the desk. She landed on her hands and knees and he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her feet.
“You are no longer employed here at Pantagen. I want your fucking ass off my property in five minutes. I’ll send security to escort you out. Your office will be packed up and sent to you. If you so much as squeal one word to the S.E.C. or press, I’ll ruin you completely. Those pornographic pictures will be published in every rag magazine that will pay for them. Good luck getting another job,” he snarled and threw her against the desk again.
Sophie’s back screamed in pain and she felt so scared she’d reinjured
the same spot as years before. She felt her legs tingle and couldn’t feel her hands or feet.
He slammed her back into her chair and collected the pictures. He then turned and stomped out the door. He didn’t look back.
Tara knocked on the door and came in. “Miss Pantagen, are you okay?”
Sophie tried to breathe normally, but it made something stab her back. “Tara, could you help me get to my car? I’ve been fired and need to leave.” She stood up on shaky legs, collected her purse and cell phone. She put her jacket on gingerly.
“Miss, did your father hit you?”
Sophie didn’t answer.
“You’re going to have a terrible black eye.” The secretary offered her arm and they slowly walked out of the office.
A black eye is the least of my worries, she thought. I hope I can get out of my car at home and don’t have to call 9-1-1.
She took side streets back to her apartment and sat in her car for she didn’t know how long. It took a few deep breaths to get her legs out and stable on the ground. She dropped her keys several times trying to open the security door and when she made it to her door her hand shook so bad she almost started to cry. The key finally slid in and she moved into her home. She went into the kitchen, prepared two ice bags, and then fell onto her bed. She put one bag on the center of her back and one on the side of her face. Her purse fell onto the floor and she did start to cry.
She adjusted the bags and tried to relax. She heard her cell phone buzz off and on for the next couple of hours, but it was on the floor and she couldn’t move to reach it.
* * * *
Riley Frost sat in the private flight back to Los Angeles worried out of his mind. Between the afternoon meetings, Edward Martin mentioned he’d heard there’d been a shake-up at Pantagen and the daughter was released as vice president.
Riley spent the next hour getting back to the private air-strip and he kept dialing Sophie’s cell phone.
When he arrived back to town he sped to his condo. He didn’t find her there and went directly to her apartment.
He saw her car in the lot and when there was no answer on the security buzzer, he rang the manager.
It took several minutes to convince the man to let him into her apartment. He checked the kitchen and living-room and then went into her bedroom.
“Sophie, honey.” He switched on the light and saw her on the bed. She looked up at him and held an ice-bag to the side of her face. The ice was melted. He sat down next to her and when he put his hand over her hip, she grimaced.
“Don’t Riley, don’t touch me,” she whispered.
“Baby, what happened?”
“Riley, I can’t feel my legs. They’ve gone numb.”
He took the ice-bag from her hand and saw the black eye. He looked at the apartment manager. “Sir, would you call 9-1-1, please, and tell them to hurry.”
Chapter Eight
The world spun for Sophie. The last thing she remembered was Riley yelling at the medics to move her gently off the bed. They’d put some strange brace around her neck and back to stabilize it. They said something about doing no further damage which scared the shit out of her.
Voices echoed in her head and she found it difficult to make sense of any of what was said. She told them about the accident and her father’s voice broke through and said Riley only used her and didn’t care for her. As she tried to sort it out, she started to feel relaxed and it grew very quiet for a time.
She heard Riley talk to her and some of it made sense, but he’d said he was a good actor the night they’d watched the scene at Club Frek and she wondered why he still hung around her. It felt obvious he’d only used her for the information about Pantagen. She tried to remember where she’d heard that, but zoned out again.
When she started to become more alert, she realized she couldn’t move her legs. She stretched out her fingers and felt grateful she could at least still feel her hands. A warm hand moved over hers and she opened her eyes. Riley sat by her bed and held her hand to his chest. She couldn’t figure out why he was here.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “The doctor said you’d start to wake up about now.” He smiled and held tight to her hand.
She felt a frown on her face and struggled to find her voice. “Why are you here?” she croaked. She sounded raspy and weak.
“Where else would I be?”
“The game’s over, Riley. You got what you wanted.” She needed to remove her hand from his, but had no strength.
“I’m not following you, Sophie.”
“I know you only used me for information. The contract is dead, so you don’t have to hang around anymore.” She looked away from him. She felt the bed depress by her side and his fingers moved her chin.
“Sophie, I don’t know where you got that idea, but you couldn’t be more wrong.”
She tried to remember where it came from and then remembered her father said it when he’d hit her. She looked at Riley and felt a tear roll out of her eye.
“Oh, shit, my father said...” She remembered her father was the reason she lay in the hospital unable to feel her legs. “I’m sorry, Riley. I’m so confused.”
“Because I’m a good attorney and know you’re in la, la land due to pain killers I’ll overlook the accusation. Besides you gave me the contract information the first week we were together.” He arched his eyebrow.
“And why would you hang around since you knew how he messed with contracts? I’m so stupid.”
“No you’re not. You’re drugged and I understand.”
He moved his hand to her cheek and she closed her eyes. “Riley, am I paralyzed? I can’t feel my legs.”
“The doctor thinks you’re going to be fine, babe. They gave you some sort of spinal anesthesia to keep you from moving around a lot and from the ribs down you’re in a brace. They did surgery to repair a couple of cracks in your back and they found a bone spur in another spot that they removed and feel your feet won’t fall asleep anymore. Did you know they use some sort of concrete-glue to repair the cracks?”
“I’m not sure what you just said, but I think it means I’m not paralyzed.”
“Right, you are going to be fine.”
“Riley, I’m going to fall asleep again. Don’t leave, okay?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
The next morning, Sophie felt more alert. A couple of nurses came in and took the brace off and she could move her legs. It was such a relief.
She moved slow and rolled onto her side. She looked at Riley, who had his elbows propped on the bed edge.
“It feels so good to get off my back,” she said.
“I’m glad you can move your legs and feet.” He sat up and arched his eyebrow. “You’ll have about six weeks of recuperation and the doctor said you couldn’t cavort for that time. When the six weeks are up I’m going to want you on your back for a whole weekend. We’re going to have some time to make up.”
She laughed. “You are such a sex fiend.”
“I’m your sex fiend and you’re my sort-of sub, sometime slave, always fiancée.” She started to reply, but he put his fingers over her lips. “Sophie, you know the night all this happened and you wound up here in the hospital...”
“Babe, I had every intention to follow your instructions. I felt so excited for...”
“I know, sweetheart, let me finish.” He reached for her and ran his hand over her hair. “Your father really fucked up my plans. I was going to get home, find you on my bed with my toys in various orifices and eat your pussy until you begged me to fuck you. Which, of course, was what I’d planned to do next. I’d have withheld your orgasm until my cock slid down your throat, fucked your pussy, and then jammed into your beautiful ass. I planned an epic fuck, after which we’d have a splendid dinner and dessert. While we drank another glass of whiskey I would get down on my knee...”
She saw him look down and then bring up a red jewelry box that held a simpl
e diamond. When she looked up into his eyes, for the first time she saw tension and realized he was nervous.
“And I wanted to ask you to marry me and be my life partner, sub-slave, wife for the rest of our lives. But your father screwed it up and I may have to hurt him. It was going to be a very important night.”
Sophie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He took the ring out and slid it onto her finger and then bent over to kiss her.
“God, Riley, I love it when you talk dirty to me. It makes me feel so warm.”
He smiled. “Once you’re out of here, babe, we’re going to discuss getting our nipples pierced. I think a diamond hanging from your breast would be incredible.”
“Riley, my Dom, I’m getting hot and bothered and don’t think I should let you rub my pussy right now. I really want you to, but that stupid catheter is in the way.”
“You’ll just have to be patient, my lover.”
They both looked at the door when they heard a knock. Riley kissed her again. “Be right back.”
She lay on her side and looked at the beautiful ring. In less than a couple of months her life changed so much and she wanted to jump for joy.
“Sophie?”
She tried to push up on her arms and Riley helped her get the back of the mattress up into a sitting position.
“Who’s here, Riley?”
“You’ll see.” He smiled
“Do I look very wretched?”
“You look gorgeous.” He made sure she was all covered and then opened the door.
She saw her brother, Jeffrey, come into the room and he was followed by an older woman with gray-brown hair. She looked to be in her fifties or sixties.
“Jeff, what are you doing here?”
He moved up to her and kissed her forehead. “What do you think? I’m visiting my dorky sister, who was injured by our creepy-old dad. How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
Jeff took off his coat and got a chair for the older woman. “I told Dad I was going to Tahoe, but I lied.” He put his coat over the back of the chair. “I went up to San Francisco to file a trade complaint with the Security and Exchange Commission. He’s been undercutting amounts received to the shareholders.”
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