She answered the door that night in a tight little blouse and a small skirt. She had done her makeup nicely and looked as pretty as always. Her long brown hair was tied back. Lucas knew that she had made an effort above and beyond and that was a good sign.
“Jennifer, wow, I have missed you so much today, honey.” He went to kiss her and hug her but she turned her cheek slightly.
“I missed you too Lucas, but I am still upset. But I wanted to give you a chance to say your peace.” She flashed him a look. She was still hurting too.
“Jennifer, I… Can we sit down at least first?” he asked.
They sat on the sofa, her skirt rising as she sat, just enough to show off her creamy white thighs. Her legs were parted slightly and, suddenly, Lucas could not help but to think of how she tasted.
“I am up here,” Jennifer said, snapping her fingers, bringing Lucas out of his daydream and fantasy.
“Jennifer, I need to explain. I need to tell you the truth. And if you don’t like it, fine… but I hope we can fix this.
I feel you growing closer to me again… every day… and I don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”
She stared directly at him, waiting for more, not making it easy.
He continued on, “That girl, well, the one that you saw me kiss. It wasn’t a real kiss. I mean… What happened is, she and her boy friend wanted to have, well, you know… Like some fun with us together. Like a foursome.”
He looked down at the floor, embarrassed at the confession he was making, “I told her… that you would never be interested… and then she just kissed me. And then she grabbed between my legs. That’s the truth, honey… I swear. I just didn’t want to tell you before because I thought you would freak out and not believe me.”
Jennifer stared directly at him for almost a minute, like she was looking into his soul.
“Really? That’s all? You swear? You haven’t fucked her?”
“No way, Jennifer, I love you! And you know I’m not a cheater – never been one, never will be!”
After a minute more, she leaned forward and hugged him.
“Oh, thank God,” she said, “I have been so worried… thinking the worst of course. But why did you think I would freak out? I mean, I know I am pretty straight and inexperienced, but well, I do have fantasies too, you know.”
“I don’t know… I just,” Lucas said haltingly. “I just thought you might think it was my idea.”
“But Lucas, it is actually pretty sexy, don’t you think?”
He had no idea at all she would react that way. She had changed somewhat in all those months they were separated. She was now stronger and less timid. He was completely taken aback by her statement. The old Jen would have never admitted that.
“I mean, would you get jealous… watching someone else fuck me?” she asked, sliding her hand down between his legs.
He had not considered it, but he suddenly realized that she had. The thought, this sudden change and her hand massaging his cock sent a rush of blood between his legs.
“I don’t… know,” he stuttered. But he totally did. He wanted Jennifer so badly at that moment.
He leaned into her and kissed her, his hand wandering under her blouse. She made appreciative noises, so he reached back and unclasped her bra, releasing her 36C boobs. Her nipples were hard like little peanuts through her shirt.
“I am so glad you are back, Lucas. I need it so bad.”
He unbuttoned her shirt, and took off her skirt and panties quickly, as she lay back on the sofa and opened her legs slowly. As her large pussy lips parted he could see she was already very wet.
“Lucas, if you want to do it, I mean the foursome… I am okay with it… as long as you promise that you love me…”
He could not believe his ears. He got so turned on by his lovely girlfriend that he could not wait another second. He fumbled trying to get his clothes off as quickly as possible. He grabbed Jennifer’s hips and slid her to the edge of the sofa. He knelt before her, putting one arm under each of her legs, lifting her slightly. Then he brought his lips to her swollen, wet pussy.
Jennifer had changed over their separation. No longer happy just to take things as they came, she was now more in control of her life, her relationship, and her sexual needs and wants too. This was one change Lucas still was not used to. But her aroma and sweet taste was so familiar, so delicious… he did remember this part well.
He used his tongue and lips to make her cum half a dozen times right there. There was a small wet patch on the sofa now and her legs were shaking from the experience.
“Oh, God, Lucas. Fuck me… I so want it.” She had a look in her eyes of pure desire.
In all their years together Lucas had considered their sex life good, but nothing kinky or over the top. Suddenly she was acting super horny. He slid his cock into her, easing back and forth, slowly to start. Her eyes got dark, wanting to be fucked hard.
“Do you really want to?” he said, referring to the group sex idea.
“Maybe… yes. Fuck me, fuck me… You will let her boyfriend fuck me too?”
With that he felt a mix of desire and jealousy at the same time. He began to pound her pussy really hard. It was a powerful combination of emotions. He pushed deeper and deeper, each time hitting her g-spot, making her shudder with delight.
She was calling out his name, lost in ecstasy. It didn’t take long before Lucas began to flood her pussy with his special protein injection. It splashed everywhere, dripping back out on to the sofa and covering his balls. The warm wet feeling was amazing. The room went quiet except for the squishy noises of their juices as they moved, both of them catching their breath.
“I will do it, Lucas, if you want to.” Her mouth had just said yes, but he knew she would only do it because she thought he wanted to.
“You are more than enough for me, babe. Let’s just forget it. If it is something YOU want in the future, then ask me,” he smiled and kissed her, their juices leaking out everywhere onto the sofa. He knew they were going to be all right. All they needed was a little more time.
Stealing Her Future: An Erotic Paranormal Romance, Chapter 1
Yuan Wong had an education as a young girl that was not at all conventional. Yuan herself loved it. Until she was 15 she lived with her dad who was half British and half Chinese. They lived in Hong Kong in one of the lush high rise condos. At 15 she moved in with her Singaporean mother, who was the madame of an exclusive call girl agency. When she lived with her mother, the girls at the agency told her all kinds of stories about clients.
Yuan’s dad was one of the foremost safe-crackers in Asia, and taught her all the tricks of the trade including slipping in and out of places unnoticed. He showed her how to forge documents, pick locks and change her appearance. By 18, Yuan could slip into nearly any house, past any security system and seduce half a dozen men on the way. She was notorious, but the the authorities had no idea who she was. She was that good, she left not a single clue ever.
One day she was researching a new job in London. A client wanted some particular art pieces and they new that only she could get them. The job sounded interesting and very challenging, exactly her style, so she accepted his offer to meet in a massive, swanky hotel one afternoon. Always on time, Yuan arrived there dressed to the nines and looked the part of a socialite guest. She was admitted, no questions asked, and given directions to the exact point she was to meet her potential new employer.
As soon as she reached the room, she noticed the door ajar, checked out her surroundings before slipping in and then pushed the door open. There was a masked man sitting quietly across the room. As per the usual, he handed her a packet containing all the details of the job he was offering her. She took it, still maintaining her position by the open door, and read through the contents in just minutes. She was tense when she finished her reading.
Yuan stood upright, leaning against the door, staring at her potential employer with an equal mixture of doubt and aggravat
ion, still holding the large envelope in her hands. The fact that the man was wearing a mask so that he couldn’t be identified was not the source of her annoyance; it was his entire proposal that she had just read that aggravated her.
“So let me get this straight Mr. Johnson. You spent hours researching me, who knows how much time and effort tracking me down… all to offer me… this job,” she said wagging the envelope in his direction. “Something is not right here, Mr. Johnson.”
She looked down at her watch before continuing on. “I spent over sixteen hours on an airplane coming here – stuck between an overly friendly business man with a cold, and a horny college boy. But when I arrive, you tell me that the job involves me stealing… truly ridiculous… a man’s heart? You want me to retrieve his physical, beating heart? Or is this some kind of organ theft you are suggesting? Either way, do I look like a surgeon to you, Mr. Johnson?” The petite Asian woman stared at the masked man with her iciest glare.
“I am a thief, Mr. Johnson, and a damned fine one at that. One of the best, if not the best, in the business. I steal jewelry, gadgets, valuables, objects of art, sometimes even important secrets. Now I do not know where you got your information from. However I believe it is quite clear that you have misunderstood the extent of my services. I am not a hit man. So unless, by some chance, you actually are after a particular item, something that can be held in your hands, rather than an organ… then I believe this meeting is at an end, sir.”
Yuan turned on her heel and headed for the open hallway. Before she could reach the elevator, the masked man’s cold voice stopped her in her tracks. “A moment please Ms. Wong. Please allow me to elaborate on my proposal before you leave?”
The sound of the mans voice behind her caused her to turn around to see what more he had to say. He motioned her back into the room. “Please ma’am, just a few more minutes of your time.”
She noticed that on the once empty desk, now sat two things, a check and a picture of something. She walked back to the table to see what better proposition the man had. The check, she noticed, trying to hide her surprise, was for one million dollars. The picture was of some type of lidded chest made from silver with gold trimmings.
“Ms. Wong, allow me to assure you that no murder of any kind will be necessary,” said Mr. Johnson. “My needs are unique, I simply require you to secure the chest pictured here, and return it to me. In exchange, I will pay you two million dollars – half up front and half when you deliver the item to me.”
Yuan stared at the man for a moment, at a loss. “I don’t understand, Mr. Johnson. If the job was to fetch this chest, then why tell me you wanted this man, Shan Li’s heart?”
“My mistake, young lady. And I truly apologize for that. English is not my native language, consider it a poor choice of words,” said the masked man. “The chest, it is as dear to Mr. Li, as is his own beating heart.”
Yuan stared on with a doubting look on her face. Dealers are usually exact; know what they want and go straight to it without mincing words. This man right before her was however a cunning one and was not being straightforward. There could be a purpose to his earlier statement but she couldn’t lay hands on what exactly it was. Although something seemed off about Mr. Johnson’s proposal, Yuan accepted the job.
Stealing Her Future: An Erotic Paranormal Romance, Chapter 2
Two million dollars was nothing to sneeze at. She didn’t get to where she was in this business by cowering at jobs such as this that had good prospects. She figured the job must be a top level one and expected a strong security in place guarding the prized possession, she reasoned this as only commensurate to the price agreed and pay for the deal.
Yuan made ready to pay a visit to the location her customer had provided her. In as much as she was confident that the gadgets in her possession should be able to pull the operation off as they were the most advanced there were yet, she intended to survey her target’s house first just as a precaution and also as a part of her regular research.
Two nights later she was outside a huge manor. Located in a remote wooded area of the Ozark mountains, she had a good enough hideout from which to monitor the property. There were no prying eyes to beware of. Besides the occupants of the house, she had no worries about an outsider seeing her peeking at the house as she would have been if she were in a populated neighborhood.
She therefore took her time, not being under much pressure. According to the information Johnson had provided Yuan, the chest was most likely located in the master bedroom of the home, in a wall vault. This apparently was where Shan Li kept his most beloved valuables.
Slowly and carefully, Yuan sized up the security system of the immense home. From what she could see, other than the most basic locks on windows and doors, she couldn’t find any obvious security precautions. That was odd, for such a large, obviously expensive property. Red flags went up immediately in her mind – what am I missing?
Concerned that she was missing something, Yuan carefully checked and double checked the home’s perimeter again. She expected more and this task, which was quite well paid for, was turning out to be disappointing her expectations for a job of its worth. The only thing she saw were large canine foot prints coming out of the back door. She had monitored the house from her hiding place for hours earlier and had not seen any dog. She also knew no one left the house with a dog, so she wondered where the dog could be.
Dogs she could deal with though, she knew. If she was quiet and quick, they would never even know she was in the house. And if they did find her, most dogs could be distracted with presents she might have to bring along. She had yet to have any of her jobs be foiled by man’s best friend. If that was the best Shan Li had to offer, then this job was so easy as to be embarrassing. Which begged the question – why would Mr. Johnson need someone as skilled, and expensive, as her to do such an easy job?
Swallowing her reservations, Yuan donned her night vision lenses and approached the home with the most cautious of steps and choice of direction. The sooner she retrieved the chest, the sooner she would collect the balance of her payment and be off to somewhere warm, sunny, and with beautiful clear water. She had missed the Bahamas, her favorite hangout spot, where she laid low on completion of major deals.
With a pick, she unlocked the door, not making as much as a sound. Silent as a tiny bird, she slipped into the darkened home. Yuan stopped for a moment, to make sure she had not tripped a silent alarm. While she was cautious enough to be on the alert should that happen, it was the last thing she needed nor could handle right then on the job as she was in no position for physical combat with the occupants of the house. If anybody was alerted of her presence by the security system, her best option would be to leave the premises instantly to return on a later day when their guards would have let their security down again.
When nothing happened, she continued on through the manor’s interior. The lounge flooring which was exquisitely tiled, glittering even in the darkness of the room. Shan sure had a good taste in furnishing and interiors. Through the adjoining corridor that led to the cluster of rooms, Yuan carefully made her way towards where she believed the master bedroom should be.
Based on the glimpses of the interior she had made during her scouting forays, she was positive she was on the right track. She had seen occasional movement in the house throughout the day and from what she could tell, there were probably no more than two or three people in the entire mansion.
There had been no lights on or movement of any kind for an hour prior to her entry. As she walked through the hallways, her night vision lenses had shown her two forms, apparently both asleep in one bedroom, with a third person sleeping alone in another room. Her instincts were right; they had all gone to bed.
Within the space of a few minutes, Yuan had found the door to the master bedroom. Placing her ear to the door, she listened for the slightest sound that could come from the room, not hearing even as much as a human breath. She silently oiled the door’s hin
ges and gently eased the door open, taking great care not to make a sound.
Glancing inside, she saw no evidence that there was anyone in the room. Noiselessly, she walked into the bedroom, but got no more than a few steps in when a glint of reflected light caught her eye. There, on a side table beside the bed, the silver chest she was here to steal, glimmered, reflecting a patch of moonlight from a tiny window, much to her surprise.
Yuan’s lip curled sarcastically at the sight. Surely Li would not keep such a highly prized object out in the open. But right there before her eyes, it sure was, and this completely baffled her. What manner of fool was this man? Was he so sure of himself that he thought no one would be able to steal this treasure? She moved over to the small table, and then began to meticulously check for any sort of security.
There were no wires, no alarms, and no electronics of any sort that she could find attached to the object of her journey. Shaking her head over the owner’s complete disregard for the safety of his possessions, Yuan reached out for her prize, located only inches away.
Just as her fingertips touched the tiny silver chest, a low, quiet, canine growl sound came from directly behind her. As Yuan whirled to face the source of the sound, she was slammed into the side table by the large, powerful body of a 200 pound Mastiff. Yuan’s head struck the edge of the table under the fierce weight of the huge dog which pushed her with such great force, and then, everything went black…
Stealing Her Future: An Erotic Paranormal Romance, Chapter 3
When Yuan regained consciousness, she was surrounded by pitch darkness. Her head was throbbing so badly, it was even in time with her heart. Her limbs were bound in handcuffs, and she was clearly lying down on something… she wasn’t sure exactly what, but thankfully it was soft.
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