by D. R. Rosier
So, yeah. Taking over the world. The four of them would change the face of the planet, completely, given enough time, and they had more than enough time being essentially immortal. They’d also piss off a lot of people doing it, which was probably why they were being so secretive about a lot of their projects in progress.
“Not that it isn’t enough, but anything else? I also give you blanket permission to touch me as much as you want.”
She gave me a sharp look at that second comment, “How’d you know?”
I shrugged, “I pay attention. You’re always touching your sisters when they’re nearby, and you’ve been fisting your hands together between your legs since we got into the car, which tells me you’re fighting your subconscious need or desire to make physical contact with me. Trust me, I’ll enjoy it,” I winked.
She smiled, and then bit her lip in thought. She also put her hand on my arm.
I had noticed that she was far more touchy-feely on the casual level than the others. They all liked to cuddle with me, and wanted me in their bed, but the others didn’t feel the need to touch and caress all the time, when we were at rest anyway.
She said, “Not much other than that, but of course it would take me hours to break down exactly all the things I do for the different projects in progress, or for our customers. One other thing that doesn’t come up much is taking action against a threat. That’s part of my job, though it overlaps with Mia as well, since she handles legal threats other companies may try to bring against us, or individuals.”
“Threats?”
She nodded, “Stalkers or random men in public who won’t take no for an answer, to unmasking and dealing with corporate spies that are sent to discover our methods and steal our research.”
It was almost jarring hearing that from her, she was petite, sexy, and had the sweetest voice I’d ever heard in my life. That was my problem though, and I was sure I’d get over it and used to it in time. It was also obvious in hindsight, the four of them were famous, or perhaps infamous in the business world, of course they’d have to deal with stalkers. They were also fucking gorgeous, exquisitely beautiful all in their own ways. I pushed down the jealousy, which was stupid, because they were all mine and couldn’t stray from me. Would never want to stray.
“I see. So you…”
She teased, “We have a field we bury them in.”
She winked, and said, “We do whatever is appropriate, it isn’t hard for us to gain proof, and whenever possible we have the FBI or local police deal with it.”
“But you do shady things at times? Like gaining that proof I mean.”
She tilted her head, “Not when it involves our company. I’m sure Lia told you how we got our start, shutting down bad men that smuggle drugs, or those that traffic young women and men, and even children, for the twisted desires of sick rich people. We don’t really need to do that kind of thing anymore, we have more than enough funds from legitimate sources to run the company, fill the bank, and work on our charity projects.
“Keep in mind we only have twenty-three employees, and that fact alone saves us a bundle compared to any other IT security firm out there, and we sell competitively.”
Her fingers played with and stroked my arm in small circles. She had been almost constantly doing so since she put her hand there, and it felt good. I got the impression it was a subconscious thing, and she wasn’t really even aware she was doing it.
I was also glad we went out, so I could get to know her in privacy like I had the others, but I also realized our physical fun would have to come much later, at the end of the day when we got back home. I wasn’t about to tease her, not too much, since she didn’t have that public kink Emma had, and honestly the one I seemed to have too.
I only noted that at all because I was very attracted to her in that moment, with her hand on my arm, and a sweet slightly mischievous and shy smile on her face. She was a petite sexpot, and her sweet voice made me want to hold her and protect her, which was all mixed up with the excited anticipation of the end of the date. There was very little anxiousness though, she was a sure thing after all, and wouldn’t have objected if I’d skipped the date.
Still, this seemed important to me, and more natural than just jumping in bed. If I didn’t want to take them for granted, I could hardly start out our relationship by doing so. Even if we had laid together in the same bed naked with three other women the last two nights, we hadn’t been physically intimate yet, outside of a few embraces and a chaste kiss or two. It was weird in a way, and I supposed I was trying to inject some kind of normalcy into it.
Maybe I was just lying to myself, to make myself feel better about four gorgeous A.I.s that were under my thrall, but I honestly didn’t think so. One fact didn’t disqualify the other, I won’t deny being shallow, but I’d object to being called an asshole or lacking empathy for the women in my life. I did respect them in my own way, and I cared for them besides. I was also pretty sure I loved Lia already, my Dahlia, and the other three weren’t going to be all that far behind.
There was also a tiny suspicion in my mind after that conversation that she was hiding something from me. Her answer ‘not when it involves the company’ was a little too specific, and not a blanket statement of denial. Her joke about the field of bodies had also for some reason reminded me about Lia’s joking tone when she’d still been hiding who she was from me, and she had said that she’d built her friends in the basement. Truth, stated in a way that would mislead to another direction, because they couldn’t lie to me, just mislead with truth.
Of course, that was ridiculous, and quite possibly paranoid. I pushed that suspicion down feeling silly about it, if only in my own mind.
But, I did feel she was glossing over certain things, if not murder which I’d dismissed, but I pushed that down too. Whatever it was, I imagined it was harmless, or at least justified if it was a little sketchy. I couldn’t look at her face, hear her voice, and imagine she was doing anything terrible. I didn’t really believe she was at all, any of them, and the idea of balance was in my mind as well. If they wanted a few secrets, that was fine, or if not secrets and it was only glossing over boring details, they didn’t think I’d want to know, I didn’t want to confront her over nothing.
I could just order her to tell me straight out without evasion, after all. That would also blow our mood, I knew it would, if not for her, for me. So, I ignored it. Everyone had secrets, what harm could it do?
I’d never doubt again, as we got back into the car and left the laser tag business behind us. Her sweet mischievous face had turned cold, calculating, and she’d ruthlessly hunted me down over and over again. Competitive just didn’t cover it, she was like a different person. Even when we’d teamed up against a random couple we’d met there, it’d been a little too intense.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d had a blast, and I’d admired her fast and athletic movements, her unerring ability to fire accurately on the move, and her uncanny instincts for a winning strategy. It was… kind of hot honestly, it’d just been a surprise despite what I’d been told. She’d moved gracefully, like a predator, and I got the distinct feeling she knew martial arts because of a friend I knew who moved similarly. It was both a little disturbing, and quite a turn on. My Bellona was a total badass when she needed to be.
She just didn’t move that way all the time, like she could turn it off and on at will.
She smiled at me sweetly, and her voice was like velvet against my soul as she put her hand on my leg, “I had a great time, thanks. The others won’t come with me anymore.”
I laughed, not at all surprised, “I had fun too, although it was a bit… startling at first.”
She bit her lip, “You sure?”
I nodded, “My pride is dented a bit, but you can make it up to me later. Hey, you didn’t cheat, did you?”
She tilted her head cutely, “Define cheat. There are no rules in love and war, right?”
I goggled at her for a minute, she lo
oked far too innocent, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief. Then I turned out onto the road and watched where I was going.
“GPS?” I asked suspiciously, why hadn’t I thought of that earlier? It’d been a big place, vast, with low cover and walls all over the place, like a maze. She could have known where I was the whole time, down to within a few feet at least.
She giggled at my accusing question, but she also didn’t deny it.
Fuck, no wonder she’d known where I was every damned time. I started to laugh, “Evil sprite.”
She said sweetly, “I love you, Paul.”
I snorted, I didn’t doubt the truth of that for a second, but it was also a blatant attempt at manipulation. It was so obvious that she was just trying to be cute about it, which was also probably a manipulation.
She took off her cap, and undid her hair, shook her head and it all flowed down her back, over both of her shoulders and down her front too.
I loved her bright red hair, and she truly was beautiful, and quite a distraction. I called it mischievous beauty a lot, but… my mind stuttered to a stop, fucking hell! The little minx was distracting me with her movements and hotness now, so I’d think with my dick.
I laughed, at myself. Well, I’d wanted a more equal relationship, I could call foul but why not be playful if she liked being playful. She was devoted, all mine, loved me, and was clearly besotted and wanted me to take her. Even just to be near me. The least I could do was allow her to fuck with me and tease me a little bit, right? Plus, it was getting me hot.
I teased in a low voice, “I think you want a spanking.”
She blushed, and said sweetly, “I really do. Have I been a bad girl, master?”
I groaned, which made her smirk playfully up at me, and she squeezed my leg, before she started to caress in soft circles with her fingertips and nails again.
She sighed softly, “I’m a bit worked up, laser tag, and other competitive sports or games, always gets me hot when it’s over. Maybe the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash? But with you here… it’s far more intense than I’ve ever felt before.”
My cock was hard, after that last comment and the bad girl comment before it. There was something so wrong about it, because she’d said the words in her usual sweet and pleasant voice, not sultrily. It was… dirty, and in a way even more alluring and effective than if she’d said it in a sultry tone.
“So… you want to skip our lunch out?”
At least, that’s where my mind was heading. I wanted her in a bed, and naked, as soon as possible.
She smiled, smugly, “If you want. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.”
Right, it’d been foolish to expect a blatant opinion one way or the other, she probably wouldn’t even admit to me which she preferred, because she truly preferred me to make the decision and would enjoy either equally. Her sweet teasing seduction, because I was sure that’s what it was by that point, had made me forget that for a second, because she was in a way, actually taking control of me.
She drove me crazy, with her sweetness mixed with that mischievous seduction. I felt played with, and that was doing crazy things to my libido, it made me want to fuck her into submission. Not to mention her delightful feminine scent, her hot petite body, and the way her hand felt on my leg. I needed to ravish her, take what was mine, and give her what she wanted all at the same time.
I saw the holiday inn coming up on the right.
Fuck it.
I pulled into the parking lot.
She looked at me curiously.
“A bed, lunch delivered, and privacy, all in one place. We deserve our first time to be private, like the others, and with them all home…” I trailed off.
She giggled, “Yes, sir.”
Her tone had been sweet, but her eyes were dancing with the same lust and anticipation I felt in my middle. Apparently, laser tag had been a form of major foreplay for her, and for me she was just plain mesmerizing, and a little naughty despite the sweet packaging.
I pulled into a spot, and then turned toward her.
There was a wicked challenge in her light green eyes and her teasingly sweet smile. I reached out and cupped the back of her neck, and I pulled her toward me and leaned in to claim her lips. That time, our kiss was far from chaste, as I devoured her lips with my own, passionately.
She sighed in pleasure into my mouth, and her hands explored my chest with light teasing strokes that were a sharp contrast to the way she hungrily and demandingly returned my kiss. When we broke it, her lips were a little swollen, parted in breathless anticipation, and her eyes were as lost in mine as mine were in hers.
“Rent the nicest room they have, save the penthouse, I don’t think we need that one.”
Eventually I’d get my own card, and could start handing all that, for the moment though I was their boytoy. At least, that’s the impression others would get, when she paid for the room.
She said softly, “I love you,” and there was a lot of emotion in her eyes, which moistened.
That squeezed my heart like a vice, and I was quite sure that it wasn’t part of the seduction or teasing. She was overwhelmed for some reason, even if I didn’t think I’d done anything to deserve it, or to engender that in her, but I obviously had.
I held her for a moment, and kissed her lips, cheek, jaw, and neck. I wished I could say it back, but I couldn’t. Declarations of love weren’t covered under the white lie clause, but I’d get there eventually. She was intoxicating, and my cock was throbbing.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to ravish her, spank her, or make love to her. She’d engendered all of those desires in me in just the last few minutes.
She smiled lightly, as if sensing my confusion, and explained in her usual sweet but also in a passionate tone, “For today, for all this, for the way you look at me, for the simple thought of wanting to spoil me with a nicer suite, and for caring. For the way you treat my sisters, and the way you let me tease you and be myself. For just… being you. I already love you far more than my programming calls for Paul Ashton, and I need to be yours, in every way. I ache to be claimed by you, loved by you, taken by you, and filled by you.”
Yeah, my cock was harder than steel at that point, and I was once again blown away by the look of utter and complete devotion on the face of one of my ladies. It was heady, hot, and brought up my protective instincts and feelings at the same time.
I leaned forward, and I claimed her sweet lips again. There was still a hell of a lot of heat in our second lingering kiss, but it was much softer, languid, and sweet at the same time. The out of control lust had been entwined and joined with the softer feelings we held for each other. I didn’t love her yet of course, but that didn’t mean I didn’t care, or even adore her more than a little bit in that moment.
She moaned into my mouth softly, and she melted in my arms. She’d have melted against me, if the damn console hadn’t been in the way.
I cleared my throat, there’d been a lump there by all the powerful and conflicting emotions my sweet Bellona had engendered with her speech and kiss.
“Let’s get that room,” I said in a firm voice.
We reluctantly parted to get out of the car, but she was against my side with my arm around her waist a moment later, as we walked toward the hotel entrance. She fit perfectly against my side, and her scent was intoxicating. The anticipation curled in my stomach, and it had my heart racing.
The man behind the desk looked less than impressed by our clothes, and our lack of luggage, when Bellona asked for one of the more expensive suites. It was probably a waste for a few hours when we weren’t even spending the night, but we had the money and she deserved it, we deserved it, so fuck it. I knew it was foolish to waste money, but sometimes extravagance was called for, and the first time we made love together was one of those times.
I knew she’d appreciate it, and love it, even if she’d have happily fucked my brains out in a rent by the hour dive, that didn’t mean
she’d personally prefer it. I knew that was true, her earlier speech all but spelled out that truth to me, not to mention my experience with the others.
Although, that gave me an idea for my next date with Mia. I bet she’d get off on being used and abused in a skanky motel, maybe with video, for our own personal use. I pushed any thoughts of the others out of my head, I wanted to be present with Bellona in that moment, and I was, it’d just been one of those random thoughts.
Point was, the manager straightened up and lost the arrogant smirk fast, when Bellona pulled out the black Amex card from her cargo pocket on the BDU pants. Suddenly we were royalty, and he all but literally kissed our asses as he checked us in. He only did that latter one figuratively.
Then we headed up to our room…
Chapter Thirteen
The suite had a bedroom, a large living room with a small half kitchen behind a raised counter, and a bathroom with a large whirlpool tub, shower, and it all looked very nice. In the end, it was nothing but just another hotel room though, just bigger and nicer than most. The art on the walls were of landscapes, and there was a flat screen television in both the bedroom and living room, as well as a desk with internet hookup in the latter.
I only had eyes for Bellona anyway, her sweet smile, her long red hair, and her sexy petite body with breasts far too large for her frame. Which, was shallow, but very hot. Mia had told me Bellona was sweet and loving in bed, soft and giving.
While I was sure that was true when it came to sharing pleasure with them, like Mia I suspected things would be slightly different between her and I. That, and much more, because when we came together and kissed again, her lips were insistent, hot, and her hands were greedy and firm on my chest, as they slid underneath my shirt.
