Fifty Days 3

by Taylor Shade

  This time he’s silent. Not saying a word. Can I come? I’m going to come even if he says nothing, I think. Because he’s got me right there, right on the edge. Holding me there. Punishing me.

  He’s an artist, playing his symphony ever harder as we near the crescendo.

  I groan, unable to control my body. I so want to come, but I can’t. I’m just riding the edge, in a swirling heat of frustrated bliss.

  Oh my God!

  What is that?

  A strange sensation makes my eyes pop wide open. He’s doing it again. He’s licking my asshole.

  Then... oh my fucking God!... his tongue is up my ass.

  No!

  No!

  This is wrong!

  I can’t do this!

  But I remain silent, the edge of my orgasm remaining on high, waves of pleasure splashing all around me.

  I want to shout “Stop!” I want to stop him.

  But I can’t... or don’t... or something.

  Is it... could it be... that I like this?

  His tongue presses hard into my asshole as his finger massages my spot even faster now. He’s making incredibly hard and fast finger-strokes now.

  In and out, in and out, in and out.

  I swear I’m going to blow, and yet I stay on the edge.

  “Good girl,” he says, his voice muffled.

  I look down to see him smiling up at me.

  “See? You can’t come without my command. And I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

  Then, with a devilish grin and evil eyes, his tongue is back up my asshole, spreading me wide even harder than before.

  I can’t believe this. I can’t believe another human being’s tongue is inside my asshole.

  Oh God.

  I think I like it.

  I think maybe even I love it.

  His fingers move faster now, finger-fucking my pussy with raw speed and power. His tongue travels in circles way up my butt, doing things that I can’t even imagine but feel so damned good.

  My eyes roll into my head. I think I’m going to die.

  Then he says the magic words...

  “Come for me.”

  From my asshole all the way up to my clit and deep inside me, I come in a huge explosion of delight.

  I scream.

  So.

  Good.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Good.

  I scream again.

  As I come down from the exalted high, I hear my breathing. It’s loud. Wow, I didn’t realize I had been gasping that hard.

  I look down at his smirking face as it looks up at me from between my legs.

  I’m beginning to think this man is the devil.

  NINE

  Drake

  “You’re stunning like this,” I say as I gaze down at her writhing body.

  The final tendrils of her epic orgasm are still winding their way to her fingers and toes, her hips still slowly bucking, the head of her clit newly tucked back into hiding.

  But I’m not going to show her any mercy.

  “Now it’s my turn,” I say as I stand up to allow my pants to fall down. I grab a condom from the pocket and tear the packet open with my teeth.

  Sloane Kenner’s delicious legs sway and squirm underneath me as the realization hits her that I’m giving her no downtime.

  “That’s right, baby,” I say. “You’re here to please me now.”

  I throw the packet across the room and slap on the condom.

  This time, no teasing.

  I waste no time¸ plunging hard into her tight tunnel in one long fast stroke.

  She squeals, her eyes wide with shock.

  “Like that?” I say.

  She makes a gaspy throaty noise.

  “Respond correctly.”

  “Yesssssh... counsel...” she says.

  “Better.”

  I pull back and then ram her again, pretty certain I’m hitting the wall of her cervix.

  She makes another squealy noise, this one accompanied by a full-body shudder. Her breathing is out of control, all fast gasps.

  She claws the sheets, fingernails dug in deep. Then, with a snarl on her mouth, she stares into my eyes and growls.

  I laugh. “You’re growling. Ha! I like that. You want to growl? I’ll make you growl.”

  I pull back and ram her again. Her head goes back and she squeals a third time. Then she sits up and gives me the feral growl again.

  God, this girl is amazing. I’ve tapped into something here. It’s so unlike the usual girls I know. It’s clear Sloane Kenner is freshly immersed in a new world of delight that she’s never experienced before.

  As I ram her again and we repeat our little animalistic exchange, I realize that’s exactly why I like her so much. I enjoy introducing sweet beautiful girls into the delights of rough carnal pleasure.

  With Naomi Stanley earlier today, I had nothing to offer. In a glance, I knew Naomi Stanley knows how to do everything. I proved it when I went for her asshole in the bathroom stall. Naomi didn’t even flinch.

  But this sweet delight is a smoldering volcano just waiting to erupt. This one just needs a powerful man to lead her out, to set her free from the bonds that the world has placed on her.

  Just you wait, my sweet one. I’m going to teach you things that you’ll still be fantasizing about sixty years from now.

  I pull back and ram that sweet cunt again.

  “Grrrrrrrrr,” says Sloane Kenner.

  TEN

  Sloane

  I can’t help myself. I’m actually growling. I feel like a beast, some sort of an animal. It’s coming from deep within me.

  I don’t know quite exactly what it is that I’m trying to say to him.

  But I like it.

  I like this.

  I like the way he’s fucking me with such raw abandon. A minute ago, he was all about pleasing me into orgasm.

  Now, he doesn’t care about my pleasure at all. He’s taking me how he wants to take me. I’m his tool. I don’t know why that’s such a turn-on, but it is. Heck, it has me growling.

  As his massiveness plunges painfully hard into me again, stretching my walls in a frightful thrust, I realize I will do anything to please him. The sweet pain is nothing if it means satisfying him.

  So weird. Where is this coming from?

  Fuck, I don’t care. I’m getting fucked raw and hard. That’s all I care about.

  He starts to go faster now, pummeling me with those solid nine inches of pure man.

  “Now you’re getting fucked!” he says.

  No shit.

  I growl again, so happy to be fucked so hard. My pussy is horribly confused, having just come so hard. Then just as she’s about to relax, she’s suddenly bombarded by a zeppelin. Poor girl.

  My body rocks back and forth all on its own, matching him thrust for thrust. I drift into a zone where pleasure and pain intermingle. Kind of like when he had his tongue up my ass.

  So dirty, so wrong. Little painful stretches where his tongue pressed into me. And yet so pleasurable at the same time.

  I was never one for any of that BDSM stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as curious as the next girl. But I don’t see myself doing any of the hardcore stuff.

  But now I wonder. Last night, I was hell bent and determined to never do anything anal.

  Now today I’m thinking about how much I want his tongue back up my butt again.

  How far can this man take me?

  How far will this man take me?

  I think I want to find out.

  The thrusts come harder now. I think my pussy might be getting used to him. Either that or she’s dead. Not sure.

  All I know is I’m still drifting on a cloud, still being rammed.

  I didn’t think he could go harder and deeper.

  But somehow he does. Shit, is it getting longer? If this keeps up, it’s going to tap the back of my throat soon.

  Then he pulls back out, resting his tip at my opening.r />
  “You like getting fucked,” he says.

  “Yes, counsel.”

  He fucks me harder. “You’re such a dirty filthy girl. You want to try it all, don’t you?”

  “Yes, counsel.”

  He’s like a piston now. “You want to get tied up and spanked.”

  “Yes, counsel!”

  I’m shaking all over, a furious jackhammer now inside me.

  “You want to take it in every hole.”

  “Yes, counsel!”

  Then he growls his own growl, a dark and menacing sound like a beast from hell.

  “Come for me now!” he says.

  Unbelievably, I come again.

  God.

  Yes.

  I really am at his command, aren’t I? I wonder if I would come if he just told me to while walking down the street.

  I’m excited by the very thought.

  He pulses his final jackhammer thrust into my poor abused hole, spewing his hot seed deep into me.

  So good.

  Then we both crash backward onto the bed. He removes the condom, puts it somewhere out of sight, and then pulls me into him.

  I bury my face into his rocky chest.

  ELEVEN

  Drake

  Sloane Kenner.

  My God, what is happening to me? Am I ever going to be able to fuck another woman?

  I don’t care, says a part of me. As long as I get to fuck Sloane Kenner.

  The daylight is gone now, glittering baubles of Christmas cheer and red taillights luminescent outside the window.

  “Drake,” says Sloane from her protected perch on my chest, “what is happening?”

  My muscles tense, a flash of Electra in front of me making her threat. I can’t yet tell Sloane Kenner who I really am.

  I don’t want to tell her. I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s a part of my life that’s over.

  Why won’t my past leave me the fuck alone?

  I break contact with her and sit up on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. Sloane’s hand finds its way to the center of my back.

  “What is it?” she says. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s nothing,” I say.

  She withdraws her hand.

  “It isn’t nothing! Two people are dead. I was hired to copy a document that you say is meaningless. Why? Why would somebody hire Ronson to hire me?”

  The Meridian file. Meridian Pharmaceuticals. I roll it over and over in my head again. What does this have to do with Electra and the threat she made to me yesterday? There must be a connection.

  I turn to Sloane. “The legal pad. You said that Ronson wrote that he was hired by a Mrs. Smith and that she was a tall woman.”

  “Yes. A tall woman with dark hair who smokes. That’s what it said.”

  That could be Electra. So she hires Ronson to hire Sloane to copy a worthless document.

  Then, almost immediately, Ronson is killed.

  But by whom?

  “Do you know who the tall woman might be?” says Sloane.

  I stand up and turn to her. “Let’s go out to eat. It’s been a long day. I’m starved. I bet you are too.”

  She props herself up on her elbows, her incredible flowing locks of blonde hair glistening in the dim wintry light. “You know who it is, don’t you?”

  I look down at the carpet, folding my arms. “I might.”

  “Who?”

  “Somebody I knew a long time ago.”

  Sloane’s face fills with the unmistakable expression of a jealous woman. She folds her arms.

  “Former girlfriend?” she says in a snarky tone.

  “It’s... complicated. Shower and get dressed. We’re going out to dinner.”

  She shoots me an evil glance, then gets up off the bed and storms into the hotel bathroom.

  I walk to the window and stare out at the snow.

  My life is changing in strange ways, isn’t it?

  I’ve had it good the past few years. Maybe too good.

  I’ve made millions as the founding partner of a top-notch corporate law firm. I’ve earned the respect of business leaders, rivals, current and former Presidents. Hell, I’ve given millions... millions... to organizations and individuals to help struggling people escape poverty.

  And now I’m getting a sense... a warning like I used to get when I was with V-14. It’s like hairs standing up on the neck. The warning says danger is near.

  And danger, thy name is Electra.

  When Sloane emerges from the bathroom naked, I can’t help but stare.

  Goddamn.

  “What?” she says.

  “I could just stare at you for a lifetime.”

  She blushes, then begins looking for her clothes. As she does, I notice fresh tears in her eyes.

  I don’t hesitate. I take her in my arms and hold her tight.

  “Don’t worry,” I say. “Everything is going to be all right.”

  In that moment, I make a promise to myself, to the world, and to God if he exists...

  I will save Sloane Kenner and defend my existence.

  I’m not going back to V-14.

  TWELVE

  Sloane

  When I was in the shower, all I could think about was a tall woman with dark hair and thick lips, smoking a cigarette. I should be more upset over Ronson and Trish. But something inside me... something like a burning flame... won’t let go of the image.

  When Drake Concord comes out of the bathroom, he’s still naked. I feel a heat between my legs starting up again.

  God, I’m so fucking sore. I feel like I’ve been in a fistfight. But a warm throb springs to life between my thighs anyway.

  Such is the power of this man. Especially naked.

  Before getting his clothes, he walks over and kisses me on the cheek. His legs are spread, his massive dick dangling flaccid between his legs.

  That was inside me?

  All the way to the hilt?

  Impossible.

  Even flaccid it’s a work of art, a power tool at the ready.

  My skin tightens and my breathing goes shallow.

  Once we’re fully dressed again, he positions me in front of the mirror with both hands on my shoulders. Then he looks me in the eye with a smile.

  “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” he says, his hand grazing my cheek. “I will protect you from all this. Nobody is ever going to hurt you while I’m around.”

  Then he slaps my ass. Even though I’m still sore from last night’s ass-whooping, tingles of delight find their way around my body from the sting of his touch.

  Then we go to dinner.

  THIRTEEN

  Sloane

  “Who are you really, Drake Concord?” I ask as I take a forkful of sole, making sure I swish it in the lemon and brown butter sauce before eating it.

  “I’m New York City’s top problem solver,” says Drake as he sips his Chablis. “Maybe even the world.”

  We’re having fish meuniere with scalloped potatoes and asparagus, a single lit candle on the table between us. Outside the gold curtains framing our window, two inches of snow have accumulated on the street. Everyone passing by looks cold.

  “Seriously,” I say, “two days ago I didn’t even know you. Now I feel like we’ve been doing this for a hundred years.”

  “I couldn’t get tired of you in a thousand years,” he says, his deep blue eyes piercing me over the candlelight.

  I wonder if he can see me blush. “You’re not a typical lawyer. The way you handle that gun.”

  He wipes his mouth and clears his throat. “It’s a pretty amazing gun, isn’t it?”

  I blush. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “Oh, but you have to admit, it’s impressive.”

  “Okay, fine. But seriously...”

  He chews on a piece of asparagus and swallows, then wipes his mouth. “For one year I was part of something that I... fell into. No, fell is the wrong word. I was coerced into it because of my skills.”r />
  “Skills?”

  “Yes, I have what some call an eidetic, or photographic, memory. I see something once and I have it memorized for life. It’s a gift.”

  “You’re kidding me.”

  “No, I’m not. Test me.”

  “Like how?”

  “Ask me to recite something that nobody would know.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. The Declaration of Independence.”

  “Too easy. When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the–”

  “Okay, okay. How about... uh... chapter one of Moby Dick?”

  “That’s appropriate,” he says with a smirk. “Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see–”

  “Chapter Two!”

  “I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific.”

  “Chapter Seventy-Three!”

  “Over Him. It must be borne in mind that all this time we have a Sperm Whale’s prodigious head hanging to the Pequod’s side. But we must let it continue hanging there a while till we can–”

  “My God, you know the entire book! Okay... um... Black’s Law Dictionary definition of criminal intent.”

  “The intent to commit a crime: malice, as evidenced by a criminal act; an intent to deprive or defraud the true owner of his property. People versus Moore. Third New York Criminal Record four fifty-eight.”

  I stop eating and drop my fork. “You’re a robot from the future! There is no way you’re human.”

  He takes a bite of scalloped potato. “You wouldn’t be the first to say that.”

  “Now I’m scared. Smacking my ass and making me come on command was one thing. But now I think I must be with a vampire or something. You’re over a hundred years old, aren’t you?”