"Don't make me get on my knees and beg," I threaten, lightly pinching my right nipple. "Because if I do, I'm going to pull your cock out of your pants and suck you until you come in my mouth, and I don't want that. Not this time."
"What do you want?" Master asks, his voice slightly husky. His eyes follow my hands as I run them down my stomach and over my hips, slipping my right hand inside my shorts to lightly tease my pussy. I sigh and look at him, my heart filled with desire and lust.
"I want you inside me. I want all of you,” I sigh, stepping back until my butt bumps against the edge of the big conference table in the middle of the room and I sit down. I spread my legs, feeling my juices already start to soak my shorts.
Rafe springs forward, kissing me powerfully and pulling my head into his, just a hint of his power even as he caresses and comforts me. I kiss him back, working the button on his jeans and opening them, pushing them off his hips to squeeze his ass through his underpants.
“Mmm . . . you’re not obeying the rules,” Master teases, stepping backward. “I’ll let it slide just this once. Don’t tell me you want to tie me up now?”
“The only thing I want is that piece of perfection you have there,” I tease back, reaching out with my right foot. The soft cotton of his shorts lets my foot slide over his bulging cock like it was covered in oil. "But please, Master . . . tell me."
"Tell you?" he asks, a small smile on his face. He knows what I want. “How much you drive me wild?"
“It’s a start," I coo, sliding my foot over his cock again. I hook my big toe into the waistband and start to pull down, but he’s just so big the elastic gets stuck. After a few seconds, he gives me a little help, his cock springing free. "But as much as I love that, it’s not what I want to hear."
He laughs, pushing my legs apart and stepping up to the desk until he’s nearly pressed against me, his hands pulling me up to look him in the eyes. "Maybe," he whispers as his hand cups my left breast and drives the breath out of me when his thumb brushes my nipple. “Maybe what you want to hear is that if you give me the chance, I'm going to spoil you and give you every little fantasy you've ever imagined, every little gift your heart desires, even as you wear my collar and call me Master."
“I love the sound of that too,” I reply, pulling him in and kissing him. Our tongues meet, and we slowly kiss for what seems like hours. Rafe runs his hand down my body to slide my soaked shorts off, leaving both of us naked in the chilly lab air. I wrap my hand around the hard shaft of his cock, pumping him slowly while his thumb rubs me. "But that's not what I want to hear."
Rafe pushes my legs up, my hips sliding down until I’m in position and he’s in between, forcing me to let him go and to hold the backs of my knees. Taking his cock in his hand, he traces the thick head up and down my wet slit, teasing me with his eyes and with his cock. "I know what you want me to say. I want the same thing," he says honestly, his eyes deep with emotion. "I love you, Shawnie Holliday."
When he says my name, he pushes inside me, filling me with one stroke. Reaching down, he takes my hand in his, entwining out fingers and bonding us together with more than just our hips. "I love you, Angel, and I always will."
The position we’re in gives both of us shared control, Rafe with speed, and I can control depth. I want him deep inside me though, so it’s easy as I wrap my legs around his hips and shift until the curve of my ass hangs over the edge of the table, giving him full depth. He strokes slowly, showering me in the luxurious feeling of his cock slowly sliding in and out, each perfect inch different from the last it seems, and each wonderful. Rafe holds my hands tightly, and for the first time in the close to a year we’ve known each other, I see something in his eyes, something in his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that for the first time in my life, I feel like a man and not a monster,” he replies. “I guess love is a miracle.”
Rafe brings his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers, and I throw my head back, crying out at the pleasure. His hips speed up, faster and faster until I feel him taking me with powerful, deep strokes that set my body on fire, his cock filling me over and over. My clit rubs against the hard base of his cock with every thrust, and stars shoot across my vision as my heart sings, and inside, I can feel the side of me known as Angel burst forth, forever ridding me of what I like to call the demon inside me. I hear a voice telling me it’s okay, that I’m safe and whole now.
I realize now what it all is. There’s just me, and I’ve been at war with myself. But what I need isn’t to fight the monster, but to become the monster, to become what Master wants me to be. Tears pour down my cheeks as Rafe keeps stroking in and out, his hands strong and supportive, making me the woman that I can be. I scream in triumph and happiness, opening my eyes to see Rafe looking at me still. “Master . . . I love you. Now fuck me!”
He never hesitates, leaning down and sucking my nipple deep into his mouth and licking the sensitive tip with his tongue even as he pushes me deeper onto the table, crawling up with me so that he can pound me with all of his strength and desire. I can’t hold out much longer, so I pour my heart out as he unleashes himself on me, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
"I love you," I gasp as he plunges his cock deep into me. Each time his cock drives into me, I repeat myself, amazed that it can feel this good. I realize it’s because it’s making love.
Finally, I can take no more. Pushing up into him as hard as I can, I impale myself on Rafe’s cock, burying my face in his shoulder and screaming as a deep, hard orgasm grips me. He holds me tight, letting my body tense and quiver until I start to relax. When I can breathe again, Rafe holds my hips tightly and lifts his, his legs giving him just enough space on the table as he seeks his own release. In only four more strokes, he groans into my neck, his cock shooting deep inside my body until I can feel the come dripping out of me. He sags against me, utterly spent.
We stay together, his cock still semi-hard inside me as he turns to the side, pulling me on top of him. I love the feeling, being able to look down on him as I realize that, for the first time, I’ve really felt Rafe let himself go. Even before, he was always holding himself back, always making sure I could stay with him. Not any longer, and I love him all the more for it. “A new woman was born today,” I whisper to him softly. “And it’s because of you.”
“So who are you now?” he asks as he strokes my hair. He doesn’t sound confused. He knows what I’m trying to say.
I smile, propping my forearms on his strong chest and feeling a piece of paper shift under my left knee, making me chuckle. “I’m more than the Shawnie Holliday you met. I’m the woman you mentored, the lover you showed untold pleasure to, the submissive slave who will serve you for the rest of my life if you’ll have me. I’m the geeky engineer and the sexual adventurer who wants to be pounded by you every chance I can. I’m all of that, wrapped up in one. I’m not superior like you, but you make me feel like I am.”
Chapter 25
Rafe
Looking at Shawnie straddling my hips, her pussy lightly squeezing my cock and starting to rise again toward another orgasm, I can’t believe just how lucky I’ve gotten. In every gleam of her eye, in every syllable of her speech and in every movement of her body, I see the only woman who could ever be an equal to me, and I know deep in my heart that I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.
Her hips shift back and forth slowly, and I feel my heart both swell and break, knowing what I have to do. The anger inside me demands nothing more, and I hope that some day she’ll forgive me for telling her I love her right before breaking her heart. But . . . that’s later.
For now, I let my body take over, my cock quickly hardening as I encourage Shawnie to ride me, giving her full and total control and watching as she pleasures herself. Her body is sculpted out of heavenly beauty as the lights sparkle in her eyes, in the way the sweat trickles down her body like a waterfall of diamonds as she pushes her
self, riding my cock not for me, but for herself. She slides back and forth, my hands cupping her breasts as she grinds and pleasures herself, her pussy gripping me as we find that harmony that we both seek. Our breaths, our hearts and our bodies become one, one soul sharing four eyes, two hearts. We rise higher and higher until I almost wonder if I’m still on the table at all until her pussy squeezes me tight and she starts to come again, my cock exploding deep inside her seconds later for another messy blast of bliss.
“I’m getting my IUD taken out tomorrow,” Shawnie says in a soft laugh when she can open her eyes again to look at me. “If you’ve been programmed to create the next generation of perfection, then by God and sonny Jesus, I want that child to come from me.”
I blink, and I can’t hide the shock on my face. Shawnie grows serious. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I need to go,” I whisper, sitting up and lifting Shawnie off my finally tired out cock. “If I’m going to keep you safe, then I need to go.”
“Go?” Shawnie asks, her eyes clouding. “What do you mean go?”
“I mean that the only way this is going to be over is if I confront Mr. Robinson,” I say gently. “I need you to obey me on this. Get dressed, go home, and in my office, you’ll find a safe with an electronic lock. The code is my birthday. Inside is the code key to all of my bank accounts, along with a copy of my will. I named you my sole beneficiary and filed it with my lawyer last week.”
Shawnie blinks, then shakes her head. “I can’t do that. I don’t understand. You act like confronting Mr. Robinson means you’re going to die. I need to understand why. I’m begging you.”
“You promised to obey me,” I warn, trying to make my voice threatening, but Shawnie won’t have it. “You’re making me angry.”
“You can be as pissed off and angry as you want, but I’m not going to leave you,” Shawnie says, reaching up to stroke my hair and kissing me. It’s a total change from what we’ve been. I’ve always been the one to initiate any kiss like this, and I fight her at first but she won’t give up, and I feel myself give in to her, the first time in my life I’ve ever submitted to anyone or anything. Shawnie pulls back, her eyes shining with love for me. “Thank you. Master, I’m not trying to disobey you or to disrespect you. I’m still going to serve you. Just like a King has his knights, I’m not going to let you go do something stupid without me being right next to you. That’s what love is.”
I swallow, cupping her face and nodding. She truly is a new woman, powerful and intelligent and submissive and noble, if that makes any sense. “You realize that what we’re going to do is probably foolish, definitely stupid, certainly dangerous, and most likely going to get us killed? I embarrassed the man, beat his ass raw last time. He’s had people killed before, and now I’m saying that I need to go confront him again.”
Shawnie nods, her eyes sparkling with newfound power. “Yeah. So what’s the plan?”
Shawnie’s holding her phone when I come out of my home office, and I’m a little surprised when she doesn’t react when I take the two pistols out from behind my back. I’m impressed when I hand her one and she pops the magazine to see the nestled rounds inside before slamming it home and setting it down, not jacking the slide yet. “Remember? Carolina girl. We grow up with these things about as common as pickup trucks. And my dad was a convicted felon. Guess what for?”
“Firearms?” I ask, and Shawnie nods.
“He showed me how to use one of these things back when I was a little girl,” she says, her voice softly amused as she thinks about her past before it trails off. Shawnie’s face suddenly hardens when there’s a voice on the other end of the line. “Yeah . . . of course. We want to talk. Sure.”
Shawnie takes her phone away from her ear and looks at me. “Mr. Robinson wants me to put him on speaker phone.”
She hits a button on her phone, setting it on the table. “Go ahead.”
“That’s better. So, Miss Holliday, Professor Meyers, what can I do for you tonight?”
“You know what you can do for us. Leave us alone. We’re done with you and your Club,” I reply, taking Shawnie’s hand. “Your threats are getting stupid. There’s no way that Shawnie’s going to come down to The Club again after what you did.”
“Well, that’s something we have to discuss, isn’t it? Let’s be reasonable businessmen, Rafe. Come down to The Club and we can talk about it.”
I laugh harshly, Shawnie chuckling as well before she answers. “We’re not that stupid. I come within twenty meters of that place, and your boy Rocco is going to use that hand cannon he’s got on me.”
Robinson mutters under his breath for a moment. Finally, he comes back on. “Fine. There’s a restaurant about three blocks from The Club, a diner that I own. They specialize in good pancakes. Let’s meet there.”
It’s the best opportunity that we’re going to get, and I clear my throat. “Fine. Send the address to this phone, and we’ll meet you there at ten o’clock. We don’t want to take away too much from what must be a busy night for you.”
Robinson chuckles darkly. “With you two out of my hair, my night’s going to get a lot easier.”
The phone goes dead, a text coming in a minute later. Shawnie copies it into her map app on her phone and checks it out. “It’s just where he said it was, three blocks from The Club.”
“Which means it’s a total setup,” I add. “We both know that neighborhood. There’s jack and shit there for a reason.”
Shawnie hums and picks up her pistol on the counter. “Then I guess we go in together. I just found love. Don’t make me sit this one out.”
It’s actually a little surreal driving from my home to the meetup point. After all, we know we’re driving into what most likely will be an ambush, and yet we’re still going. Inside me, the Program’s training is both helping me and telling me I’m being a damned fool. I’ve trained for more than this, and I stared death in the face for almost my entire childhood.
And I got a clear read on Mr. Robinson last time. He’s as deadly as any gangster, because not only is he totally immoral, he’s ambitious. Whoever Shawnie and I embarrassed him with, it’s someone who has what Robinson wants, and now it’s denied him. And he doesn’t like that at all, even more than being shown up.
“Are you okay?” Shawnie asks as we get off the Interstate. “You look divided.”
“Just getting my head right,” I reply tersely. I’m actually just worried about her being here with me. I’m practically taking her into danger.
We drive by the diner, and inside I can see Mr. Robinson waiting at one of the booths. While he looks alone, looks can be deceiving, especially as there are three cars in the back of the diner. Continuing on, I park a block away and start back with Shawnie, the two of us keeping our eyes open. “By the way,” I mention quietly as we come around the corner and can see the diner. “I liked your idea.”
“Of what?” Shawnie asks, and I glance over, smiling.
“About the birth control. How many do you want?”
“How many can you support?” Shawnie asks with a smirk. “Because you know I have some child bearing hips.”
I chuckle, pulling her in close in the shadows to give her a quick kiss. “I think we could have a whole baseball team if you want. But I’d settle for a couple.”
“A couple sounds perfect. After tonight, let’s make plans.”
“Then let’s take care of business,” I reply, feeling the coldness of my fight mentality dropping over me.
We go up to the diner, opening the glass door, and Mr. Robinson looks up, the gun on the table clearly visible. “I was wondering if you were really going to do it or if you were just trying to yank my crank. I know you two weren’t stupid enough to call the cops, considering who my members are.”
“I’m sure you’ve been able to do whatever you want for quite a few years, Robinson,” I reply, Shawnie staying behind me just like we planned. “But not this time.”
“Oh, I don’t think s
o,” Robinson says, and at his prompt, two men with MP5s step out of the kitchen. “Boys?”
I don’t give them a chance to even think I’m going to surrender, instead drawing my pistol and firing. Shawnie’s right behind me, the blast of her muzzle near my ear deafening but unavoidable in the tight confines of the diner aisle. My two shots take the far gunman in his chest and throat, while Shawnie’s shot hits the nearest gunman in the heart, dropping them both.
“Nice—” Shawnie starts to say, but then another roar fills the diner and a hot hammer of lead hits me in the shoulder. Mr. Robinson picked up his pistol. “Rafe!”
I raise my gun and fire, but the pain in my shoulder, combined with Mr. Robinson moving, knocks my aim off just a little and he gets out of the way. Thankfully, in his rush to get out of the booth, he hits his hand on the tabletop, his gun going off harmlessly again into the roof of the diner, blowing out some of the fluorescent lamps but doing little else. I charge, covering Shawnie with my mass as I launch myself at him, both of us going over the back of the booth and onto the next table, clawing and fighting each other. My own gun goes flying, but I don’t really care as long as Shawnie’s safe.
“Come on, you fuck!” Robinson says, his face a mask of hatred. My read on him was right. He’s a total egomaniac, and our standing up to him, to not letting him be the Alpha of all Alphas at The Club, has set him off in a murderous rage.
I hear Shawnie yell something, but we’re rolling, and she’s unable to get a clear shot without fear of hitting me. Instead, she runs up to try and hit Mr. Robinson, but he kicks out with a hard-soled shoe, catching her in the ribs and sending her crumpling to the ground, screaming in pain. “Ohh!”
The sound of Shawnie’s pain enrages me, and I roll us again, driving Robinson into the booth wall. I punch him in the throat and he gasps, choking on the pain and his own blood, but there’s no backing off this time. Instead, he grabs my shoulder, digging his thumb into the wound in my arm and squeezing. The numbing sensation of him twisting and digging his thumb into me makes me groan, loosening my grip on him, and he pushes me off, sending me tumbling to the floor where I feel my ankle give way as I hit the linoleum.
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