by Abby Angel
Daphne
One57, the billionaire’s den. That’s where Lucas lives, and that’s why I’m heading there right now, my limo fighting its way through the afternoon traffic. Swear to God, it’s in moments like these that I wish I could simply grab a helicopter and fly around New York City. Still, even though I’m the CEO of a company that earns its money by carrying millions of people over the air, there are some limits to what I can do.
But no matter, I can already see the rising silhouette of the monstrous building at the end of the street. "I’ll walk the rest of the way," I say to my driver, pushing the chromed button on the intercom.
"Yes, ma’am," is his formal response, and he pulls the limo toward the side of the road. I jump out of the limo the moment it stops, not even waiting for the driver to come around and open the door for me; I never cared for stuff like that and, besides, I’m in a hurry right now.
I’ve been hearing rumors about a possible deal between Ares and Seymour Lee, and I need to get to the bottom of that as soon as possible. Ares isn’t picking up his phone, and he isn’t at the Strong Capital building, and that’s why I’m meeting Lucas right now. If anyone knows what’s going on, it has to be Lucas.
"Ms. Kane," the One 57’s doorman greets me politely, tipping me his hat and opening the door for me. I thank him briskly and then cross the hallway in a hurry, heading toward the elevators. I press the button over and over again, as if that somehow would make it work faster, and almost jump inside the damn thing the moment the doors slide open.
The ride up seems to take forever (although I’d wager not even thirty seconds passed), but now I’m finally standing in front of Lucas’ door. I raise my hand to knock, but I guess he was already waiting for me because he opens the door before I even have the chance to rap my knuckles against it, and pulls me into his embrace fast.
Our lips meet right away and, for the first time since I heard about Ares’ possible involvement with Seymour, all the stress of the day seems to melt away from my body.
"God, I needed that," I whisper with a smile as he finally pulls me inside his apartment.
"So did I," he smiles, guiding me toward his living room. The apartment is huge, even by a rich man’s standard, but it’s impeccably decorated. Unlike other billionaires, Lucas doesn’t seem to have a snobbish penchant for modern art that no one understands; instead, the walls are decorated with old signed vinyl records from the jazz legends of old, and a grand piano dominates the whole room, its sleek black frame making it look like something straight out of a movie from the 50s.
"Jazz fan, uh?"
"Is it that obvious?" he smiles again, sitting down on the piano bench and lifting the lid. He runs his fingers over the keys casually, the lines of some music I recognize but can’t quite name filling the whole room.
I look at him for a moment, just enjoying the moment and his off-the-cuff playing; a few seconds later, though, he lifts his fingers off from the keyboard and turns to me, dropping his smile.
"So, I take it you’ve already heard about Ares," he says, diving straight into the subject.
"Yes … but it doesn’t make any sense. A deal? What kind of deal? And why would he do something like this to us?"
"I know… but I’ve been in touch with my lawyers, and they heard through the grapevine that yes, it’s quite possible that Ares has sided with Seymour." He looks down at his shoes, stopping for a moment in complete silence, and only then turns his gaze toward me again. "I don’t know what kind of deal they’re planning, but according to my lawyers … well, let’s just say that the most obvious outcome is that the government will use Ares’ company to buy Union Airlines, which means that they’ll own Union Airlines outright."
"Oh, shit. This isn’t good. Are you sure?"
" Yes, I’m sure; and no, it isn’t good," he whispers, his voice strained and cracking. "I can’t believe he did this … I trusted him, and he betrayed me. He betrayed us."
I look at him in silence for a long while, realizing that there’s something that he isn’t telling me. His words tell me that he’s hurt, that there’s real sorrow inside of him, and it goes way deeper than this whole situation.
Walking toward the piano, I sit on the bench by his side and lay my hands on top of his.
"What happened between the two you, Lucas? I know that there’s something you’re not telling me…" I start, feeling as if I’ve just stepped onto thin ice. I have no idea what it is between these two, and I never like to feel uncertain and insecure. "Tell me, I… I want to know. I want to understand."
"It’s a long story. One that I don’t really like to remember," he starts, but then takes a deep breath, almost as if he’s readying himself for something extremely painful. "But you deserve to know. You see, Daphne, Ares and I go way back… We met at Harvard when we were just freshmen, and we became like brothers. Inseparable."
"What happened…?" I ask him with a whisper, repeating my question from before and urging him to go on.
"There was a woman. Joanna, Joanna King. We both wanted her and… We both loved her. But we were idiots back then. We simply couldn’t accept that we had feelings for each other as well; and we didn’t understand that love doesn’t submit to someone who wants to own it."
"You fought because of her…?"
"We did," he nods. "But more than that, we forced her to choose. And she couldn’t, Daphne, she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to do it. But we pressed the subject, you see? We wanted—we demanded—a choice. She ran away from us that day, tears in her eyes. We dashed after her but we were too late… She ran across the street and she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t looking and she…" I squeeze his hand in mine, my heart tight inside my chest. It’s his pain, but I feel tears stinging my eyes. "She was hit by a car. She entered a coma and died two days later. That was when Ares and I went our separate paths."
"I… I’m sorry, Lucas. I really am."
"Yeah…" he whispers softly, turning toward me and offering me one sad smile. "But that was a long time ago. I just thought that I could trust Ares, that we were starting anew … but I was wrong."
"Maybe … maybe it isn’t as it seems," I try, even though I’m not sure if I believe my own words. "I simply can’t believe that he --"
"Daphne," he says, cutting me short as he lowers his voice. " You don’t understand. I met with Ares a few days ago, when we finally decided to stop all this bullshit between the two of us. We were together… Just like that time at your office. And now he’s backstabbing us."
"You were… together?" I ask him hesitantly, not sure if I’m grasping the meaning behind his words. I already knew how badly they wanted each other (I mean, remember what happened inside my office? Of course they want each other), but I had no idea that things were progressing without me to serve as a … facilitator. Now this is a surprise.
"We were." He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek, pushing a stray lock of hair away, and then smiles. "I was surprised too. I wasn’t … I wasn’t expecting it."
"What happened?" God, maybe this isn’t the best time to act like a curious kid, but I simply can’t help it. My blood boils just by imagining them together, their hands wandering over their bodies and exploring what I’ve already conquered …
"Well, you know," he chuckles, the heaviness in the air around us being replaced by a kind of lightness. "A lot happened."
"Tell me," I ask him in a husky voice, almost too desperate to hear all the details.
"Well," he smiles, "aren’t you the curious one, uh?"
"I am." I place my hand on his knee and run it up to his crotch, allowing a smile to take over my lips as I realize that his cock is already hardening up. I guess that even Ares’ supposed betrayal isn’t enough to cool down Lucas’ desire.
"We … kissed. And I took my hand to his cock, and I … I jerked him off. And, fuck, it was amazing, Daphne. It felt right." His cock pulses hard against my hand, now completely erect, and I realize that I’m already soaking wet, Ares’ w
ords turning into lustful images inside my head.
"Tell me … Tell me everything," I say, the tone of my voice a begging one. He leans back and I push forward, my tits mashing against him. "I can’t wait to hear every filthy detail."
"Then get ready for a story that’ll make you moan, baby girl," he says, running his hands over my body and squeezing my ass. He pulls me closer to him and I feel his hard cock. He's enjoying this too. "Because it was dirty fucking sex."
Oh God, who knew that simple words like this could make me this fucking wet?
Lucas
"I jerked him off until he came, his cum covering my hand and his cock …" I continue to say, my cock hardening against Daphne’s hand as she massages my crotch. Reliving that moment I shared with Ares, telling Daphne how it happened word-by-word … somehow, it makes me forget about the heaviness inside my heart.
Going up to her feet, Daphne smiles softly at me and takes her hands to her shoulders, hooking her thumbs on the strap of her dress. "What happened then…?" she continues, pushing the right strap down, and then doing the same with the left one, the fabric of her dress drooping over her shoulders.
"Then…" I start, running my tongue over my dry lips, my heart thumping inside my chest like a war drum. "Then he grabbed my cock and stroked me as he leaned into me…" I turn on the piano bench so that I’m facing Daphne, my unblinking eyes taking every inch of her bare skin, the curve of her breasts whispering my name. "He took me in his mouth, his tongue on my cock … he sucked me until I simply couldn’t take it anymore."
My voice cracks for an instant, and Daphne sighs softly as she pulls her dress to her waist. Smiling as if urging me to go on, I take a deep breath and try to rearrange the words inside my head.
"He licked and sucked until I came," I continue, each word that leaves my lips making my heart skip a beat. "I came in his mouth and he took every single drop. Every single one. And we kissed, my cum on his lips."
Still not saying a word, she sways her hips from side to side and allows her dress to float down to the floor, the fabric caressing the smooth skin of her legs on the way down. She’s wearing a black lace bra, her round breasts a perfect match for the almost transparent fabric. Still holding my gaze she takes her hands to her back and unhooks the bra, allowing its straps to slide down her arms and the whole thing onto the floor.
"I wish I was there," she whispers, her voice wrapping around my thoughts and smothering them. Moving slowly, I go up to my feet and reach toward her breasts with my hungry hands, anxious to feel her already hard nipples under my fingers, but I restrain myself.
Daphne doesn’t want to have anything to do with any kind of restriction, though. She acts with decisiveness and grabs the hem of my shirt, unbuttoning it in swift strokes and then pushing it down my shoulders, her fingertips kissing my arms as she undresses me. She narrows her eyes as she allows them to roam over my naked chest, my pectorals and wall of abs calling for her.
The look in her eyes leaves no room for doubt: she’s a woman possessed right now, lust and desire coursing through her veins like a blend of honey and poison.
She runs her tongue over her lips in anticipation, and then leans forward and into me; I respond fast, pressing my mouth against hers and surrendering to the taste of ripe strawberries on her lips, sweet electricity discharging all over our bodies. We are like a coiled spring yearning for release, two bodies and souls aching for each other.
I raise one hand to her waist and embrace her figure; taking two steps forward, I push her back until the back of her knees meet the edge of the couch; one simple push and she falls, lying down. I follow after her, pressing my naked chest against her breasts and allowing the warmness of her flesh to drive me completely insane. Needing to feel me all over she takes her hand to my crotch and flattens her hand against it once more, a grin of pure delight taking over her sweet mouth as she feels something as solid as rock there, something aching for her.
She groans lightly as I suck on her tongue, my hands going down to her backside and pulling her closer, the friction between our bodies enough to start an all-consuming fire. I grab her ass cheeks harshly, squeezing them both at the same time; exhaling sharply as I dig my fingers into her flesh, I then look straight into her eyes, an all-consuming hunger taking over my mind.
Taken by an overpowering impulse I grab her hair and pull her head back, exposing her bare breasts. I lean in, taking her right nipple into my mouth and softly sucking on it before I move toward her left breast, my tongue tracing the hills and valleys of her delicious tits. I feel my cock hardening even more and, for a fraction of a second, I almost growl like some wild beast and pull down her thong, desperate to have her naked body at my mercy.
I don’t think I need to explain to you how I’m aching to fuck her right now, do I?
Wriggling her body free from mine, she gets up from the couch after squeezing hard on my cock. She smiles at me lasciviously. My cock tenses up against my boxers at the sight of her small black thong, my heart in pain from the desire that smothers it. How I want to reach for her underwear and slowly pull it down with my teeth, allowing her scent to take over me …
"I want you," she tells me. "I want you right now. I need to fuck you hard, and leave nothing on the table … I want a piece of what you and Ares had. I want to feel your cock hard for me, just as much as it was for Ares."
The look in my eyes tells her everything she needs to know: she doesn’t need to ask twice. If there’s something that I want it's to fuck her right now, to surrender to the present moment, and allow my very soul to dissolve and fade away into sin.
Like a wild cat she approaches me, her movements charged with lust and hunger; her hands dart to my pants and she pulls them down, tugging harshly and sending them and my boxer briefs down to my ankles, her fingertips scratching at my skin. My cock rises up, saluting her expectantly.
She doesn’t need instructions.
Her knees touch the floor and, before I can breathe out, her lips are wrapped around my hard cock. As if pushed back by an invisible force I throw my head back and groan loudly, spreading my arms and resting them over the headrest of the couch.
She spreads my legs apart, stroking my inner thighs with the tip of her fingers; my breathing grows harsher as she reaches for my cock and grabs it, slowly wrapping her fingers around my hard shaft. With her free hand she cups my balls, gently rolling them over my fingers and playing with them, and only then does she start leaning in.
I shudder as her lips touch the tip of my cock, their fullness like the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced. Slowly opening my mouth, she engulfs the tip of my cock and then unrolls her lips down the length of my shaft, taking all of my inches with a kind of desperate eagerness.
I look up to the ceiling and sigh, my whole body filled with trepidation with the pleasure as she starts bobbing her head in an up down rhythm, moving fast over the length of my shaft, her lips smacking against one another each time my cock springs out of her little mouth.
"Fuck," I groan harshly, unable to restrain myself. This is too much. "So… so fucking good..."
Eyes smoldering with lust, she looks at up at me. I could cum right now, swear to God I could. There’s something about Daphne and the way that she looks at me that makes me lose all control. She's dirty. She’s filthy. Confident and strong. She revels in sex. She draws strength from it. Like a goddess. I've never met anyone like her.
"I want you now," she whispers, taking my member out of her mouth and pushing me down onto the couch with both her hands. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey she climbs on top of me, my hands latching to her ass almost magnetically.
She takes her black thong off, the small piece sliding it down her legs easily, and pushes her soaked pussy against my cock, her juices dripping down on my thighs. She rubs herself against me, both hands on my chest, fingers like claws.
"I need this. And I need to hear you say how much you need me, how much you want me," she says, a tone of command i
n her voice.
"I want you. I want you bad," I reply without thinking, my body burning with lust and desire.
"I’m going to fuck you so bad, Lucas. You’re mine now," she whispers and, with that, she wraps her legs around my torso and forces my cock inside her. She gasps as my length enters her smoothly, my thickness pushing against her inner walls.
Oh, yes, there’s no doubt about it; she means what she just said. She's going to fuck me in a way I won’t forget anytime soon.
She pushes her hips forward, forcing me to drive my cock deep inside her. She moans loudly, not a care in the world, pleasure turning into sound as it bubbles up her throat and explodes in her mouth.
I breathe heavily as she rides me hard, her ass bouncing up and down against my thighs. Once again I feel drawn to her perfect ass, my hands hitting her cheeks hard. I relish the sound, spanking her ass one more time, the sound of flesh on flesh music to my ears.
"Your cock is mine…." she moans against my ears, her breasts rubbing against my chest. She bites my neck, her teeth pulling my skin hard enough to make me groan and bury my cock inside her pussy in a brutish fashion.
"You know... " she nibbles at my ear, her hips swaying back and forth on top of me. "The first time I saw you … I knew I wanted you right away. And I knew I’d have you, one way or another. I fingered myself that night, thinking of you and Ares."
I’m not sure what it is, her words or the way in which she intones them, but one thing is certain: she's driving me crazy. In my mind there’s only one simple thought—to ravage her, and to fuck her very, very hard.
I grab her by the waist and, without pulling my cock out, push her to the side and change positions with her, climbing on top of her naked body. I groan then, feeling the acute feeling of her fingernails digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me into her.
Pushing against her hands, I suddenly pull my cock out and kneel between her spread legs; my thumb darts down, massaging her clit. With two other fingers I go inside her, driving them into a hook and making her moan louder.
