“That’s a fucking mouthful, isn’t it?” Paul asked and had to laugh. “What about that time you had me hold that chick for you while you took your tie off. I tried to get the hell out of the room before you got started but I saw you tie her up and hang her up on that door and smack the shit out of her with your belt. I remember her begging you to stop.”
Arsen ran his large hand over his face which had gone ashen with the memory his friend brought up.
“It’s part of the act. Our safe word was rose, and she knew that. She wanted to beg, that’s all. Man, that’s one of the girls this shit is about. This is bad, Paul. This is really bad.”
“Not that chick!” Paul ran his hand over his face as well. “Man, Arsen, she was into that crazy violent shit. There was the time she begged you to choke her. Then another time when she came out to the car completely naked, and you two went to one of the clubs and when you two got back in the car, her body was covered in bruises.”
Arsen’s stomach was hurting again, and he felt like he might throw up. He grabbed another beer and downed it.
“I’m in so fucking deep, Paul.”
“And why are we waiting out here for yet another female, Arsen? I can’t tell you what a bad idea this is. Does the word, ‘stalking,’ ring in those ears of yours?”
“I fucking know! Fuck!” Arsen balled up his fist and hit the back of the seat next to him. “If this girl was one of them I’d tell you to take me home and lock my ass up until I came to my senses. But she’s not into that at all. Well, I don’t think she is, but she seems like she might like some aspects of it.”
“Stop! Do you hear yourself?” Paul asked.
Arsen took in a deep breath and let his mind work like the lawyer he was. Was he that self-destructive that he was on the verge of the end and still he was consumed with sex?
“Drive away, Paul,” Arsen said finally. “This is ridiculous. Drive away.”
Paul turned around and pulled his seatbelt on and turned his blinker on to pull away from the curb.
“Good decision, Arsen.”
The sound of metal smacking against metal made the men look out the left side of the car and Arsen moaned as he saw there was no way they’d be leaving and getting him away from what would surely be part of his downfall.
A truck had run into a car right next to them. The wreck had them sandwiched between the mangled cars and the sidewalk full of people making their way to the various clubs and restaurants along it.
“Fuck me,” Arsen swore.
“Just stay in the car,” Paul said. “Don’t even look over there to see if she comes out of the club again.”
Arsen laid his head back and tried not to think, but the other woman who was no longer around, his second sub, filled his mind. Her dark skin had always been a thing he thought beautiful about her. Meagan was tough at first. A real spit fire.
He’d broken her down until she was a shell of her former self. Arsen had thought it was up to him to teach her that her place was where he said it was. He wanted her home all the time. He had her order the groceries instead of going out to get them.
When she went out, her beauty had other men gawking at her and it made him insane. She was his. They’d drawn up a paper which said so. He wanted no other eyes falling on her.
One night as she laid in her bed in her apartment he had her in, she asked him to stay the night with her. She was alone too much and was beginning to hate it. She asked him to please stay with her and he hadn’t wanted to start that kind of thing.
He’d been taught that was not what people who lived that lifestyle did. It made them weak, and that was a thing he didn’t want to be. And look where that had left him. Alone and accused of things he could’ve easily done.
No alibi for any of the things he was accused of and the fact he’d recently met with each one of his old subs. One last go round he wanted with each one as the lifestyle was beginning to grow boring, just like the older lady who used to work with him said it would.
Arsen wanted to see if any one of the women made him feel like they had a spark. Like the life he’d been living was something maybe one of them could spark an interest in again.
Work and more work had been filling his days and nights. Random hook-ups weren’t filling the emptiness that had begun to grow in him. He gave each woman one last shot to see if it was one of them who could fill him, or begin to at least.
The last sub he had was named Lacy and their contract was short-lived. Her quiet nature, he soon found out was due to her being a complete air head. Arsen knew she didn’t really have the brains to decide if she really wanted what he dished out or not.
And when she even forgot their safe word, and he went on with his spanking of her until she was sobbing uncontrollably, he knew that she wasn’t cut out for that kind of sex life.
But for reasons that made no sense he took one last shot with her anyway and now she was another who was gone and he might stand accused of that too.
Policemen began to show up to the scene of the accident and as the two drivers’ of the wrecked cars argued over who was at fault, one cop knocked on the driver’s side window and asked Paul and any other witnesses in the car to please step out so they could talk to them.
Paul and Arsen stepped out of the car and Arsen quickly told them he hadn’t seen a thing and had no idea of who was at fault. Something brushed up against his arm and a voice filled his ears, “What happened?”
He turned to find the deep blue eyes of the girl he should be avoiding for not only her own good but his too.
“They wrecked. Um, hit each other, I mean, they smacked into one another. Fuck, you know what I mean, right?”
His stammering made her giggle, and he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from grabbing her hair in his hands and pulling her mouth to his. Her lips, plump and pink formed a smile.
“Nervous?”
“Me?” he asked and found his voice going high.
That was not like him. She did make him nervous, and that was odd.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Hell no!” He slipped his arm around her waist.
Paul came to his side after telling the cops he had no idea who was at fault either.
“Hi,” he said to the girl who would be running away from Arsen if she knew what he really wanted with her. “I’m Paul.”
Arsen gave him a look that told him to go get in the car. The wreckers were pulling the wrecked cars away, and they’d be able to leave in minutes. Paul walked away and got in the driver’s seat.
“As you can see that’s my driver, Paul. So you won’t be completely alone with a stranger if you allow me to drive you to your home.” Arsen told her as he moved her along with him, his arm tight around her waist.
“I don’t think so. It’s very nice of you, don’t get me wrong.”
“It’s really not safe for you to walk. Please, just get in. I swear we’ll take you straight home. If anything happened to you and I saw you were hurt or God forbid something worse, it would haunt me forever,” Arsen told her as he opened the door and gently pushed against her.
“I’d hate it if I haunted you. I think that would mean bad karma for me,” she said and looked into his dark eyes. “Promise me something.”
“Anything,” he said. “I think I could promise you anything?” His finger trailed over her collar bone and he looked deep into her eyes.
They were full of trust, even though they shouldn’t be. If she only knew what he wanted to do to her beautiful porcelain skin, watch it turn a nice shade of pink after he had paddled it well.
“Promise that you won’t hurt me.” Her words hit him hard.
“Why would you say that?” he asked as he pulled his hand back and searched her eyes.
“It’s just that I don’t go places with strangers. I don’t do stupid or dangerous things,” she said as she looked at him with such innocence. Too much innocence.
Arsen took a step back. “You should run
, little girl.”
“Should I, really?” she asked as her eyes danced. “A little while ago I tried to walk home, and a guy grabbed me. I had to empty my pepper spray on his ass. So I’m quite defenseless and a nice, strong lawyer seems a safe bet. A hell of a lot better than taking the chance the prick I sprayed may be waiting to get even with me.”
“You know I saw you do that. You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself in situations you feel threatened in.”
“I know a little self-defense.” She watched his reaction carefully. “If you did something I didn’t want you to for instance, you could be sure I’d take your balls in a vice-like grip and make you beg me not to rip them from your body.”
His laugh came from deep in his chest. “You’re pretty sure of yourself. And what if I did something to you, you wanted me to? What then?”
“I’m a big girl, I can take care of things. So, are you going to give me a ride or should I catch a cab?” Her arms crossed over her chest and he knew he should put her sweet little ass in a cab and move on without looking back.
“I should definitely put you in a cab. To be honest, I’m a bit afraid of you,” he said with a smile.
“I’m a bit afraid of you too,” she smiled back. “But what’s the fun in always playing it safe?”
“By all means, climb into my lair, little girl.”
He held her hand as she lifted one leg to place her round ass on the leather seat. Arsen sucked in his breath as he pictured that ass beneath his palm.
He balled his hand into a fist again to stop himself from making a swift smack to it as she lifted it some to scoot over so he could take the place next to her. She stopped just short of moving all the way to the edge, staying in the middle.
His arm draped over the back of the seat and she leaned back and took a deep breath. “I love the smell of leather,” she said as she let the breath out.
“Good,” he said, thinking that she’d really like the good amount of leather he kept in a closet in his penthouse.
“Good?” she asked as she turned her face to look at him. “That’s an odd thing to say.”
Paul turned and looked at Arsen.
“Where to, boss?”
Arsen looked at the young woman.
“Your place or mine?”
“Take me to my house, scoundrel. 555 Bayview Drive.” She looked at Paul. “Please, Paul.”
“Yes, my lady,” he said with a laugh and the privacy window between the front seat and the rest of the large SUV went up.
Arsen’s arm moved down off the back of the seat to touch her shoulders. He felt her shiver and pulled her closer.
“Cold?”
“No, just out of my comfort zone,” she answered and ran her hands over her bare arms as she wore a sleeveless shirt.
“You know, it’s okay to get out of that boring old comfort zone every now and again.” His mouth touched her neck for just a moment then he pulled it back.
She turned to face him and he found her breathing had increased and came a bit heavier than normal. She was getting ready for him, he knew it, but was she ready for all of him?
Slowly, he ran his fingertips over her lips as he gazed at them. His cock went hard in an instant as she parted her plump lips and pulled his finger into her hot mouth.
She sucked it gently and ran her tongue around it. He watched her and took one of her hands, placing it on his growing cock. Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her mouth off his finger and looked at the lump he held her hand to.
Her eyes darted up to his as she put her fingers on the button of his slacks. She seemed to be silently asking if she could let the beast free and he gave her a nod.
His stomach tensed as he knew he’d be taking her anyway he pleased in just a little while. He watched her open his pants up and his large erection sprang out at her.
She gasped and sprang back, her eyes went wide and he was pleased with her reaction. His big male member was a thing of beauty and she seemed to realize that.
Her eyes went to his again, and she licked her lips. He gave her a nod of approval and she lowered her head to his lap. The touch of her lips sent shivers through him.
His hands moved through her dark waves and he groaned as she moved her mouth over his throbbing cock. Her mouth moved over him so fluidly he knew her innocent demeanor had to have been a farce.
She stopped and looked at him.
“Why’d you stop, baby?” he moaned as he pulled at her hair.
“I wanted to know if I was doing it right. It’s my first time and if I’m doing it wrong and you’re up here laughing at me, it would make me very upset. So, am I doing it right? Is there anything I should be doing better? Do you think I should just stop even trying?”
“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief.
She nodded, and he pulled her hair, making her face come to his. He took one deep, hard kiss then released her mouth.
“So, should I continue?” her face was full of innocence and he knew she really was telling him the truth.
“You’re doing a fantastic job. Please, get back to it.” He let her go, and she resumed her position, placing her hands on his massive member and her mouth on the tip of his dick.
Arsen had been given so many blow jobs he couldn’t even keep count of them, yet never had one sent the sensations through him this young woman’s sweet mouth was doing.
He laid his head back on the leather seat and tried not to think about a thing as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock and sucked gently as she pulled her hot mouth back up his long length.
All he could think was this was not going to help his situation at all. Red and blue lights lit up the back window and had Paul slowing the car down and pulling to the side of the road.
Arsen’s heart stopped as he knew his time was up and they must be about to officially charge him for the murders.
For Him Part 2
Arsen’s Rules
By Michelle Love
STEELE GANNON
A thin vein of light fog rolled in under the barn door. Steele Gannon had just finished brushing her horse’s mane after taking an evening ride to clear her mind from the long school day.
Steele Gannon was a college student in her first year of law school at Stanford University. She’d found a passion for criminal law at the tender age of fifteen when a murder happened in the town she lived in.
At that time her family was living in Baltimore and Steele, and in a rare instance, was watching the nightly local news. The story of a young sixteen-year-old girl who was missing from her sister’s apartment was headlining that night.
Steele found herself worried about the girl and she kept up with the news story as the weeks, then months played out with no sign of the girl. After being missing for four long months, Phylicia Barnes’ body was found floating in the Susquehanna River and later her sister’s onetime boyfriend was accused of the murder.
It seemed he’d made sexual advances towards the young girl and when she thwarted him, he’d strangled her. A death that Steele found eerily brutal and scary. She’d not wish that death on anyone.
She’d read up on how long it takes to die that way and how aware the victim is of what’s happening to them. The brain takes a long time to stop working with a lack of oxygen. So the victim is helplessly aware they are going to die.
As the trial went on, it was obvious to most that the young man had murdered young Phylicia and Steele was glad the family would get justice. Only the young man had a couple of female lawyers who somehow managed to get the clearly guilty man acquitted from the murder charges.
Steele, though terribly disappointed with the loss for the family, was intrigued by how the lawyers managed to win such an open and shut case. She became fascinated with the law and started reading any law book she could get her hands on to find out more about the complexity of criminal law.
Her cell phone buzzed in the back pocket of her blue jeans. She looked at it and found a text from her roomm
ate, Gwen. It was Gwen’s twenty-first birthday, and she was bugging Steele to hurry to the bar so then they could do the cake.
Steele was not a fan of the bar scene. She preferred wine and a good book, and that was exactly the way she’d spent her twenty-first birthday six months before. She wasn’t one to hang with a pack of girls either. The little birthday party for her roomie wasn’t a thing she was looking forward to.
But it was her roommate, and she’d never let her live it down if she didn’t at least show up for the cake. So Steel gave her horse, Tripper, one last hug and closed his stall for the night.
“Good night, big boy. I’ll see you in the morning to let you out into the pasture.”
Gwen would be pissed at what she was wearing, tight blue jeans, a white cotton sleeveless shirt, and her cowboy boots, jeans tucked into them, a thing Gwen hated. But if she wanted her there anytime soon, she’d have to put up with her appearance.
She climbed into her truck. One look into the rear view mirror had her ditching her cowboy hat and pulling the braid out of her hair, leaving it in waves that cascaded over her shoulders. The dark waves fell clear to the top of her ass.
Her hair was about the only thing Steele found attractive about herself and she took excellent care of the long, thick, dark, silky mass. She’d somehow managed to get a mix of her parents’ hair colors. Deep, rich browns and golden glows along with a smattering of copper strands made up her hair color. Her sky-blue eyes contrasted with her dark hair and she’d been told she looked exotic by more than a few people.
Her skin was a light tan and her butt and breasts were larger than most young women her age. At twenty-one, she was no innocent, but she wasn’t promiscuous either. Only a couple of boyfriends she’d had that ended after short bursts of affection.
Steele wasn’t the mushy gushy type, but the two she’d dated were and she found herself bored with them after mere months of their attention. She liked a man’s man, but had yet to find one.
She was a strong young woman with goals and aspirations, she wasn’t interested in the guys that she’d met so far in life. Gamers, most of them were, and that bored her to tears. She liked the outdoors and doing things that made her mind work.
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