by Gage Grayson
He’s obviously got spies, or he’s been following me himself. I wonder what his real motivation is. Is it that he just wants to sleep with me again?
I’ve never given him my full name. There’s no other way for him to find me unless he’s taken a personal interest in knowing where I am.
And yet…is it wrong to say that it turns me on a little bit, to know that Marcus has been watching me?
I think about where I’ve been today, and the only place that comes to mind is the convenience store. That must’ve been where he caught me.
Besides going there, I’ve been contained in my apartment, hacking away on the latest project.
Marcus knows I live in this old building, so he must know now that I don’t have a lot of money.
That he doesn’t know is that I could be rich if I wanted to. He thinks I’m this little activist who works hard on the straight and narrow to help poor people. What he doesn’t know is that I’m a modern-day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor.
At least that part of my life is still hidden from him. I can’t have him knowing much more about me or it’s gonna get tricky.
The painting he gives me is really beautiful. It’s a piece of abstract art that I was admiring in his apartment. Now that he’s sent it to me, it’s the only piece of art I have. I find an old nail on the wall and hang it there.
I have to say it brightens my place up a little bit. I’ve never been one for decor but the fact that Marcus did this for me is nice. I’ll always think of him and of that one magical night when I look at it.
So far, I don’t see Marcus as a threat. That’s why I’m not too concerned that he knows where I live. He’s recruiting me to be a part of an organization that is essentially in line with my beliefs.
But I do need to be firm with him and the fact that I work alone and that I’m only comfortable with that. I will never join his organization.
After calling him and agreeing to meet with him, I realize that we’re going on a date. That thought gives me a sense of jittery anxiety.
Every time I see him, I get so hot and turned on. I’m sure tonight will be no different.
The thing that will be different about tonight, though, is that I will have to really tell him that I don’t want to join him. I’m gonna have to lay it out on the line. And after that, he might be done with me.
He needs to know that I don’t need his organization’s help because I’m doing fine on my own. I have to cut the cords between us as soon as possible. He’s getting a little too close.
I spend the day on my computer hacking. I do this every day, and it feels so good. It’s my passion.
Hours pass, and I don’t even know it because I’m so into my work. I love what I do, and I plan on doing it forever.
I look at the clock and realize it’s almost time to meet Marcus.
Dusk has fallen, and the day is already turning to night.
I skim through my closet and try to find something...sexy. I can’t believe I’m doing this but for him, I want to look good.
I pull out a little black dress that fits me like a glove, but I fully plan on pairing it with my black military boots. I can’t get too dressed up.
I swipe on some mascara, which is it in terms of makeup. Then I go downstairs and call a cab to meet him at the address he gave me.
In the back of the cab, I check my phone to see the success of certain projects I’m working on. Everything is going according to plan.
Once I arrive and walk into the exclusive bar, I realize I’m a little bit out of my element.
This place is really expensive. It’s an exclusive little restaurant, which makes me think that the organization Marcus is with might be backed by rich people. And I’m not sure what to think about that.
I was not expecting to be somewhere this fancy tonight. Luckily, I dressed up at least a little bit. My shredded jeans and T-shirt would not do the trick here. They probably would’ve turned me away at the door.
I tentatively walk up to the hostess, who seems to know who I am already. She ushers me to the table where Marcus is already waiting.
It’s quiet and at the back by a window, which I like. The moment I see him, though, my knees weaken and that familiar rush of beautiful anxiety floods my body. This happens every fucking time I see him.
He gets up to greet me and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“How are you, Katy?”
“Good,” I say nervously. “I’m doing great. I just worked all day.”
Oops, maybe I said too much. Now he’s gonna ask what kind of work I did, and I’m gonna have to lie around the fact that I’m a hacker.
Instead, he says, “Yeah, me too. Work is work, right?”
I decide to reveal to him how much I love what I do. I may not relay the details of my life, but at least this much is true.
“Work doesn’t seem like work to me. It’s something I’m so passionate about that I could do it all day and all night and never think for a moment that I’m doing something I’m not in love with,” I say.
His eyes darken, and I wonder what’s on his mind.
“So your work is...interesting?” he asks me.
“Yes, it is,” I say taking a sip of my wine. “I’ve been doing it forever, and I’m really good at it so I guess that’s why time flies by.”
His eyes darken again at me. What is going on with him? Does he know I’m lying?
I’ve checked him out, and I know he’s legit. He doesn’t know who I am. There should be no way that he’s onto me.
No, I’m probably just being paranoid. I need to put out of my head all thoughts of Marcus knowing the truth about me.
“Then I think you’ll be really perfect for our organization, Katy. What do you think about that?” he says.
I hate to ruin the moment by breaking the news to him now. So I decide to wait. I ignore what he just said.
To change the subject I say, “Last night was really great.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” he agrees.
Then I feel his hand on my leg, caressing it. Electricity spins throughout my body, and I feel tense, hoping his next move will be what I think it is.
I continue to eat my filet mignon like nothing is going on under the table. That is, until his hand goes inside my thong. Good thing I wore a dress tonight.
He starts to finger me pretty intensely. It’s hard to contain my moans. I hold onto the table with one hand and chug the rest of my wine with the other.
He slides his thumb over my clit and circles the inside of my pussy with his long fingers. The thought of what’s happening in this restaurant and the thought of Marcus doing it is enough to make me come so easily.
I put my hand over my mouth to contain my soft cries as my mind is pushed into oblivion. For a second, I lose consciousness, and I’m not sure where I am. I feel dizzy.
I breathe deeply and try to reorient myself. I see him smiling at me, a devilish kind of smile.
He offers me his glass of wine, which I take willingly. Maybe it’ll snap me back to reality after that intense orgasm.
“God, Marcus, that was...” I trail off.
“Incredible? Earth-shattering? All of the above?” he asks, teasing me.
I drink his wine and feel the flush in my face start to calm. Then he says the words I’ve been waiting all night to hear.
“Katy, do you want to go somewhere else, somewhere a little more private?”
“Yes.”
14
Marcus
I can hardly wait to get her back to the car.
My cock is twitching uncomfortably against my pants.
That little scene in the restaurant was just the thing I needed to tip me off as to how Katy’s really feeling―she wouldn’t have come like that if there wasn’t someplace inside of her that wants me bad.
I find myself thinking of her more often than I should. I find myself imagining how it would feel to come inside of her again.
Like I sa
id, she has the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. I want to claim it―and her. These are all new feelings for me, because I’m starting to feel possessive, like she’s mine and no one else’s.
So I take her hand and lead her back to the car. In my mind, I’m thinking that I’m not sure we can make it all the way. I think I’m going to have to claim her inside of my car or on top of it.
I knew my Mercedes was good for something other than driving.
I hold her hand, and we walk down a dark alleyway to the parking lot at the back of the building. I guess it’s supposed to be an exclusive parking area―I’m not sure―but it’s covered in darkness, and it’s the perfect place to hatch my little plan.
I start sliding my hands down her body, pulling her to me so that she can feel my cock rising against my pants. She takes hold of it, and the feeling of her hand on my member makes me want to come right here.
“I want you, Marcus. You made me come so hard in there. I’ve never done that in a restaurant before. You’re crazy,” she says.
“Baby, you have no idea,” I reply.
Intense feelings are starting to rise inside my chest for this one woman. I don’t know what’s going on with me, and I don’t care to ask. The only thing I’m thinking about now is how it will feel to slide my giant cock inside of Katy.
A war of emotions is raging inside of me. I can’t decide what Katy is to me. She’s obviously more than a one night fuck, but she’s less than a girlfriend.
I don’t do girlfriends. I have to remind myself of that constantly when I’m in her presence.
I find the car and bend her over the hood of it as I stroke her beautiful ass. Then I take my large cock out of its confinement.
I slide her thong over from its place across her pussy and it’s already wet...for me.
I push two fingers into her and the thing is, she’s already so wet. Her desire for me is obvious.
I remove my fingers and put the tip of my cock inside of her. It’s just enough to get her going, to get her wanting more.
“More, Marcus. I want more,” she says.
I love the way she begs for it. I want her to want me so much that the words escape her mouth, so that the truth escapes her.
I know she’s into me. I know she feels our connection.
I slide my cock in a few more inches. There’s still a lot of me left to go, but I want to draw this out. I want to immerse myself into every second and every moment of pleasure with her. I want to relish this feeling.
And so I thrust into her at a tantalizingly slow rate.
She’s begging for it. “Marcus, please, just fuck me hard. Please.”
She’s practically whimpering, and that’s the way I like it. She wants my cock bad, and I’m about to give it to her.
I push into her deeper so that she’s crying out my name, and I have to clasp my hand over her mouth so that she doesn’t betray our location to anybody else.
It’s technically a crime to fuck in a parking lot in the city. Not that Katy seems to mind cops or being in jail.
I slap her ass as I press my cock into her. Her skin flushes a lovely shade of pink. She’s crying out against my hand. There’s no going back now. I’m about to take her over the cliff.
“That’s good, Katy,” I say gripping her hips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I fuck her hard against the car. She’s nicely bent over the hood so that I have perfect access to her sweet little cunt and her perfectly sculpted round ass.
I decide to take it up another level. And so I sink a couple of fingers into her beautiful ass to make the sensation of me inside of her rise even higher.
With this motion, she cries out and bites down on my fingers that are trying to stifle her moans.
I know she wants it bad because she’s getting so wet around my cock. The length and girth of my cock is hard for any woman to take, but she’s doing nicely considering how wet she is. I slide in and out of her at a rhythmic pace. And I tease her ass with my fingers.
“Finger yourself, baby. It’ll make it easier,” I say into her ear.
She slides her hand down between the car and her body and starts to go at her clit. She fingers herself as I thrust into her, and it’s all so good set against the blackness of a New York City night.
“Katy, you’re so fucking good. I want you to come.”
She whimpers even more, moaning against my hand.
“Come now, Katy,” I demand.
She does as I say, and I fucking love it. She lets herself explode, and I can feel her quivering body pulsating beneath the weight of my thrusts.
That’s my cue to let go, too. I spray my hot load into her and pull out just in time to spray half of it over her ass. Even in the darkness, I can see my cum gleaming all over her flushed skin.
I spank her one more time for good measure and leave her panting, swollen, and nicely fucked over the hood of my car.
Eventually, after moments of ragged breathing, she pulls herself up and tries to straighten herself out with a sense of dignity. There’s no more dignity left for her. I’m becoming more and more aware of how much she wants my thick cock.
I know it must be all she dreams about, and that’s how I want it. She better not even cast her gaze towards any other man or my jealousy will go off the top.
I feel possessive of her and as though she’s mine.
These feelings are new to me, but I welcome them. Being with her gives me a rush of power like none I’ve ever known. Being with her is better than making money, and it’s better than being on a goddamn private island.
She’s got me addicted. And I want her wrapped so tightly around my finger that she’ll do whatever I want from now on. I want her to be at my every command, and so far it’s working.
“That was incredible, Marcus. I can’t stand up,” she says wavering, looking nearly dizzy. “I’ve been fucked on a car before but never on the hood of a Mercedes.”
I look at her and try to tame the fire that’s swelling up within my belly.
She better be fucking joking. I don’t want to know about any of the other guys she’s ever fucked. I want to be the only one in her life from now on.
Of course, I don’t tell her any of this. How could I? My feelings may be unrequited.
I could never put myself out on the line like that without knowing how she feels. For all I know, I’m just some guy to her. I know she thinks I’m a good fuck, but what are we beyond that?
And besides, I’m here to protect my company. I continually have to remind myself that she’s my enemy. Since she’s probably going to go home and start hacking away at the company I built from scratch, I need to remember who I’m dealing with.
The problem with Katy is that she’s so fucking beautiful and interesting to be around that I sometimes forget that I’m here as a spy. My mission becomes less clear as business and pleasure start to merge into each other.
She looks at me expectantly, and I go around the car and open the passenger side door for her.
I don’t feel like I’m done with her yet. I feel like I could fuck her into the night and still not be satisfied.
I feel like with her, I’m going to constantly be wanting more, and the fire will never go out. Instead, it will burn eternally, and I will always have a craving for this beautiful, gorgeous, criminal.
15
Katy
Marcus has the decency to open the passenger side door for me.
It’s the least he could do considering how hard he fucked me out there. My pussy is sore and swollen, but it’s that good kind of pain, one that makes you remember you’ve been fucked by a true man.
His sticky cum is all over my ass, and I can’t say I mind it. I slide easily into his Mercedes and make sure the stickiness gets all over his leather seats. It’s a good thing I wore a skirt tonight.
First, Marcus made me come in the restaurant and then he made me come over the hood of his car. What more has he got?
I find myself continuin
g to desire him. It’s a flame that never goes out. It’s ever-present and he’s always in my thoughts.
Don’t go there Katy, I admonish myself. It’s dangerous to get close to anyone. I try to remind myself of the things that I already know.
I’ve been around Marcus too much. That much is clear. But can’t I have just a little more fun before I break things off?
I still haven’t exactly told him how I don’t plan on being a part of his organization. He doesn’t know who or what I am, and he doesn’t need to know― ever.
He gets into the driver’s seat and starts up the car. I’m always impressed by the interior landscape of a Mercedes. It’s full of bells and whistles, the latest technology.
“Marcus, that was a little bit insane. First a restaurant and then outside in the parking lot,” I say, trying to appear confident.
The thing is, around Marcus, I tend to forget myself. I forget all of my strength and all of my ability to fend for myself. When I’m near him, I just want to be claimed and to become enmeshed within his soul. I virtually lose myself, and that’s why I know this is dangerous territory.
Regardless, I want to experience all of him tonight. “Where should we go?” he asks.
“Well, I don’t want to go back to my place, that’s for sure,” I say honestly.
The thought of going back to my empty apartment with nothing but my computer for company is not something that I want right now.
Marcus says, “I know the perfect little place around the corner where we can grab a drink.”
“Sounds great.”
He drives quickly, and I like the rush of being inside of his car. He knows how to handle the wheel just like he knows how to handle a woman.
I’ve never been with a man like him. It’s truly exhilarating to be around a man who exudes such power and control.
Most of the guys I’ve been with have been nothing special, nothing memorable. I know that Marcus has ruined me for all my future fucks. I’m going to compare everyone I’m with to him.
And I’m never going to forget him. That’s how prepared I am to say goodbye.
