One part of her, the new, compliant part, was ready to obey, but her old self refused to give anything away without something in return.
She looked at him and despite his bravado her journalists nose called bullshit. Hargrave was acting tough but he was just as damaged as her, maybe even more so. The thought excited and filled her with guilt at the same time. Fucking him would be the most greatest thrill of her life. She would take him, break him and then remake him, just as he was doing with her.
"Fair's fair Mr. Hargrave." She said as she gripped his pants with one hand and took the zipper with the other. "You want to take something from me you have to give something in return. You got me naked now I get you naked."
She pulled the zip down and felt the heat from his hot iron on her fingers. He obviously wouldn't resist her much longer. Her confidence began to return. No man had ever wanted her as much as this before. There would be no disappointment as long as he got what he wanted, but would she be able to put her money where her mouth was and lie back for him? She was talking big but what about the moment he was finally on top of her? Would it all go wrong? Would she recoil and seize up?
"Pull my pants down. Slowly. Be careful with my cock." He said.
"I'll pull them down if you promise to lie down and let me look at you after we fuck."
He froze and then swallowed hard. Could he take that? Just lie there and be looked at? Hadn't that other bitch asked him to do the exact same thing?
He nodded his head and felt his pants and shorts begin to draw slowly down over his struggling member.
It seemed to take forever.
Lindsay watched, fascinated. So far it had all been so one-sided, he had seen her climax, tasted her cum but he had never revealed himself to her. That she was determined to change today. She watched as his shorts slid down and then stretched out under the strain of his erection. He was big. Bigger than she remembered.
"Take it in your hand first." He said. "Your right hand."
"You've got to let me touch you afterwards. While you lie down. I've got to be allowed to touch you any way I want to. Anywhere I want to."
Her hand was inches away from his cock. He nodded his head and then she rested her fingertips lightly to the bulb. The fabric of his shorts tight against the tip together with her teasing glance of a touch sent a spike of sensation racing up through his shaft.
"Move very, very slowly." He said, feeling himself break into a light sweat. You’re your right hand into my shorts and take a hold. Then pull the shorts down with your other hand. If you can do that without making me cum then I'll lie down for you and you can touch me."
She felt the thrill of excitement run through her. It all came down to this - he wanted to bone her so badly that he would face his sexual demons to do so.
God bless the human orgasm.
She took his member as slowly and delicately into her right hand as she could and then lifted it out of his shorts. It was every bit as huge as it had appeared from inside the cage of his briefs. She felt a massive urge to suck the life out of it but he hadn't given her instructions for that yet and she knew it would void his promise to her if she made him spill before he was ready.
"Good." He said with obvious difficulty. "You've done a good job Lindsay. Now be a good girl, lie the fuck down and don't say a word until I tell you to."
She shook her head.
"I want your promise. Your explicit promise that when you're done that I get to do the same to you. Any way I want to."
"Is that what you really want? To climb up on top of me and fuck me like your bitch?"
"Not like you're my bitch, not at all. I want to climb on top of you and fuck you like a good girl fucks her big bad asshole boyfriend. I want you to lie there and take it like a God. I want you so deep inside me it feels like you're never coming out again and I know only one way to do that."
He waited, coiled with tension, fear and mind-blowing lust.
"There's only one way to make you feel it Dale and that's coming down from on high. Now either you have the set of balls for that or you don't. What's it going to be?"
His massive cock quivered at her words. One part of him cowered in fear inside but the rest couldn't hold back.
"I'll do it you fucking dirty little bitch." He cupped the back of her head with on hand and sent a shudder through her. "I'll do it Lindsay, but I'm going to do you first. Now shut up and take it like woman."
Snaking his other hand around her waist he flipped her down onto her back and it was nothing at all like that first disastrous time. Dale Hargrave's total control of her body and absolute confidence in his own ability made sure of that.
"Don't say a word." He said again. "Don’t make a sound."
At first she had no idea why he wanted her silence but as his lips made their way south it became harder to comply and very obvious what his goal was. Without the release of moans and screams her excitement had nowhere to go but down. He wanted her to blow from the center of her sexual being outwards.
His lips found their way to her ample breasts but the heat of his body was everywhere, exciting her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her legs clamped d around his ribs and chest and she could feel every powerful muscle, taut between her thighs. Without her voice the struggle to crush him inside her was the only avenue of release she had.
"Not a word." He repeated.
His mouth continued exploring, nipping softly, biting here and there, methodically marking and claiming every inch of her body as his personal territory. The pressure inside her continued to build and holding her tongue had never been such an arduous task. She hadn't realized how important it was for her to express herself in order to find release.
Dale was still on the way down, taking his time, enjoying her at his leisure one little bit at a time. As long as he was on the way down she was okay, once he began the return journey it could all change, but she wouldn't know until then.
"Not a word." He repeated. "Not a sound."
The tension was reaching boiling point and having forced her legs open with his powerful arms and the weight of his body he pushed his head down between her legs.
She was powerless to resist.
His mouth ate its way slowly down to her pussy and he pushed his long, thick tongue inside her. Sliding his hands under her ass he hooked them around her hips and then pulled her helplessly down towards him, intensifying the sensation of being consumed even more.
His withdrew his tongue one more time and lifted his head.
"Stay quiet until I bite. Do you understand?"
She looked down and shook her head.
"Until you bite?"
"It won’t hurt. Just don't make a sound until you feel me."
"But how will I know?"
He stared up at her and smiled.
"You'll know. Now lie back and shut up baby. This moment is all yours. Enjoy."
He lowered his head back down and immerse himself in her again. She felt his tongue squeeze its way deeper inside her and then locate her clit, applying steady, rhythmic pressure and heat in equal measure. She struggled to hold herself in, clamping one hand over her mouth, tearing at her lover's hair with the other. The feeling of 'almost' orgasm was unbearably exciting. His hands locked her in as his tongue went deeper, its wide, wet body never leaving her clit for a moment. God, but he knew what he was doing, stroking back and forth, massaging, milking, cajoling until her body began to buckle and writhe on the bed.
Then she felt it - the slow, careful indentation of his perfect white teeth easing down softly onto the delicate exterior of her pussy, then sliding across the flesh. She released her mouth, gripped the bed sheets with both hands and began to scream wildly unleashing a flood of orgasm that swept over her like a tsunami and a kick from a mule at the same time.
Her legs clamped around his head and it wasn't until her body finally went limp that she thought of him, still trapped there. She pushed up to her elbows, delirious, exhausted.
She didn't have to worry. Her lover was about to move in for the kill and the vision of him below her sent her heart rate through the roof. There was no hesitation in his movements this time, no pausing to smell the roses. She looked down between them and way down there, at the far end of those coiling, flexing GQ abs was his massive, quivering, hungry cock, more starved than ever, and before she had time to fear how her supine body would react, the swollen head was already pressed against her. The soaking wet, exhausted entry to her pussy was powerless to resist and she felt her body open to him. Her breath disappeared as he slowly, steadily filled her like a rising tide. Once he was sure the tip was in he lifted his gaze to look into her eyes and she could see it all - there was pain behind that façade of absolute confidence and control.
Her body molded and writhed in response, transforming itself to receive him, to draw him deeper in and he groaned when she squeezed herself harder around him.
Her mind was officially blown.
This was how it should have been all along, on that very first time. But really, what teenage boy knows how to do this? Most men live a lifetime and never learn the ways of a woman's body like this. The orgasms that began to wash over her now beyond even what she already experienced with Dale before. She didn't care anymore about the anymore stupid boy who had fucked her so badly all those years ago - if anything she pitied him for his ignorance - she was utterly subsumed in the moment. If these were multiple orgasms she couldn’t tell the difference, all she could feel was one massive rising peak, rippling with multiple smaller spikes of pleasure, lifting her up like an ocean swell and Dale was there on top of her, controlling everything, a man in pain, ready to crack and fall to pieces under the strain of his own effort.
She wrapped herself around him, hanging from his neck, and clamped her teeth down into his flesh, pushed her ass into his swinging balls and gripped his massive, thrusting cock with every internal muscle she could muster. Then at last she heard him scream out climax - his thundering voice and bone shattering orgasm rocking the entire bed. His hot cum filled her inside and then they collapsed to the silk sheets below. Lindsay lay exhausted and in awe of the man who had just transformed her life's history. Dale's body continued to move, still weakly thrusting into her with the built up momentum of his desire.
Clinging to the man above her she felt pity for him as well. The soul searing orgasms he had wrenched from her had been so long, so continuous, so complete and by comparison his pleasure had been so short lived - one gasping moment after months of torture and frustration. At last he lay still on top of her, his body utterly spent and exhausted. Billionaire or not, she had fucked him into oblivion, he was still only a man after all. Nevertheless, no-one had ever come close to giving her an experience like this.
She promised herself that she would repay the favor somehow. He would be underneath her and she would be in total control. She wouldn't allow him to waste his climax so quickly. As a man he might not be capable of multiple orgasm, but she would give him the slowest buildup to the most cock-exploding orgasm that any man, superrich or dirt poor, was capable of.
But not yet.
She clung to him.
This was also her moment. He had said he would protect them her forever, but now that his balls were empty and she was filled with his hot cum would all that have changed?
She squeezed him hard and forced herself back to the perfection of the moment. Forget the future, for now she could still dream.
Chapter Three
The call from Marco was the last thing Lindsay had wanted or expected, so she let it go to voicemail and then listened to it with Dale still dead to the world beside her.
What she heard replaced the afterglow of extreme lovemaking with sickening dread.
'I don’t want to hurt you Lindsay.' Marco didn't sound stable, he didn't sound like his normal self. 'I want you to know that I'm doing this for your own good. I have your locket.' Her eyes darted to her neck and panic began to take hold of her. 'I've already downloaded the file, here, take a listen.' She heard a bare snippet of Dale's voice, talking about Point Nemo.
Oh no Marco, please, no.
'Get over here to my place. Now. Or I release this story tonight. I still have my website, I still have my industry connections. This shit will be everywhere by--'
She had ended the call there, hastily but quietly gotten dressed and then scribbled a note to Dale.
He didn't need to know about this. Not yet. She would learn everything she could about what her deranged friend intended to do and then they could deal with it together.
She rang Marco's doorbell and waited. She had tried calling him on the way but he hadn't answered. She picked up her phone to call him again and see if he was even home but just as she did another call came through. She recognized the number instantly. It was Vasily. She jammed the phone to her ear just as Marco opened the door and glared at her.
"Smart move Lindsay." He said. "Come on in."
She waved a hand at him to be quiet as she walked through.
"Nena is very cute little girl." Vasily's said in his harsh voice.
"Vasily. I'm sorry about what happened, my friend--"
"Your boss pay his debt separately. You owe me one thousand for information, one thousand for time wasted."
Nausea clenched her stomach.
"Vasily. I don't have that kind of money and Marco gave you--"
"Give me nothing!" Vasily shouted in rage. "Now you pay bitch. He give me fucking paper, fucking newspaper. Now you fucking pay and your boss pay. Bring me money or we take little one. Piotr with her now. Let me check address… 1000 Constitution Avenue Northwest. Do I have right Lindsay?"
It was the address of the park Nena's babysitter Tanya, always took her too. Lindsay felt dizzy, but she had to hold on.
"Please. Vasily. I beg you."
Marco was listening in shock.
"Give me that phone." He grabbed it from her hands.
"Marco no."
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Who the fuck you are?"
"Marco Van Praagh. That's who I am, now who the fuck are you?"
"You are dead man Marco. I burn your shitty news website to ground then I bury you and family in ground for fucking with me."
"You don’t scare me." Marco's hands were shaking. "These threats will be passed immediately on to the authorities."
"Dead man cannot speak to authorities Marco and I don’t speak to dead men. Give phone back to bitch."
Lindsay grabbed her phone back.
"Please Vasily, he doesn’t know who you are. He'll pay, whatever you want."
"Bring two thousand to Piotr. He wait at 1000 Constitution Avenue. One hour. Alone. Not more. Then we take child. Child worth more anyway."
"I'll be there. Tell him not to move."
The call ended and Lindsay looked up at Marco. This wasn’t what they had envisioned when they planned to change the world through journalism back in college.
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When Dale came to he was groggy and dazed. He didn’t drink or do drugs but it felt like he had been bombed unconscious with the most powerful opiate known to mankind. The feeling of well-being combined with confusion was entirely new to him. He looked around the room and things began slowly to fall back into place.
"Fuck." He whispered. "No wonder I'm so goddamn happy. I just made love to Lindsay, the woman I…" he paused, the words sounded so unfamiliar on his tongue, "love?"
But where was she?
He pushed himself up from the bed and looked around. She must be in the bathroom.
"Lindsay? Where are you baby?"
Then he saw the note, scrawled hastily on a Kleenex from the bathroom.
'Sit tight baby. Back soon. Then it's my turn.'
There was a smiley face and then a long line of xs and os but it wasn't enough to convince him.
He found his phone and called her but it went to voicemail. Next
he dialed his Head of Security.
"Where is she?"
"Sir?"
"Lindsay. Where is she?"
"Shopping sir. She told us you had sent her out to get clothes. I arranged for a car to take her into the city and assigned Wiley to take care of her."
"Why the hell wasn't I informed?"
"I'm sorry Sir, Ms. Day said you were sleeping and not to be disturbed. Is there a problem Mr. Hargrave?"
He ground his teeth together. Reaming employees wasn't his style but he did expect more than this from his personal security team.
"Find her. Now."
"Yes Sir. What do I do when I have her Mr. Hargrave?"
"Call me and stay with her. And Dominic? Don’t screw it up, understand?"
"Yes Sir." Dominic knew he had, in fact, just been severely reamed and it felt worse than any shouting, in your face reprimand he had experienced in the Marine Corp. Everyone in the team hated letting Dale down. He boss had that way about him.
Dale flung his phone to the bed and got dressed quickly, efficiently.
Shopping was bullshit. Lindsay wasn't interested in shopping. She was interested in storylines, that was it. And of course Nena, storylines and Nena.
"Shit." He hissed. That had to be it. He had gone too far, the experience had been too much and she had fled. Where else would she go but to the little girl.
He grabbed his phone and ran to his laptop. In a seconds he had Nena's security detail on the phone.
"Do you have eyes on the little girl?"
"Mr. Hargrave, of course yes. She's just gone into the ladies with her babysitter here at the park."
"That's not eyes on."
"Roger that. I'm on it."
What the hell was wrong with his team today?
His tracking software came to life on the screen and he zeroed in on Piotr. The little love pat on his shaved head back in the car hadn't been for kicks, the goon had a Hargrave Inc tracker stuck invisibly, untraceably to the back of his neck. Dale wasn't going to take any chances with people of his ilk. He had known a thousand dollars wouldn’t keep them happy and that there would be a showdown. That was why he had stuffed the envelope with newspaper cuttings. Why wait? Get the whole thing done and out of the way as soon as possible.
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