STEEL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 3) (23 page)
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CHAPTER EIGHT
: THE FINAL LESSON
"
Are
you ready for our final lesson?" Drake asked as I got off the elevator.
"Yes I am," I replied, without a trace of the previous day's anxiety. The final lesson would be the most challenging, but I was eager.
"With each lesson I've pushed your boundaries further. Do you understand why?"
I thought for a moment before answering, "So I'll recognize that my boundaries are limitless?"
He nodded, “As is your potential… come with me."
Once again we were in the
Rumpus Room
. I paused, surprised at how different it appeared. Drake had altered the lighting to something less foreboding. The room seemed warm and inviting, despite the array of S&M equipment still on display. He unzipped my dress, letting it slide to the floor, leaving me naked once again.
We embraced, kissing passionately. Drake's hands explored my body delicately, finally sliding between my legs. I was already wet with anticipation, wondering what new challenge waited.
"I have something to show you," He said, handing me a sheet of paper. "I spoke to an associate of mine and he's made you that offer. It’s a prestigious position, high salary and unlimited potential for advancement. I believe it's exactly what you've been after?"
I stared at the paper. Drake was telling the truth, it was a
Fortune 500
company, with a phenomenal salary and profit sharing. "But Peter, this is one of your competitors."
"Good," He said with a grin, "Your being there will keep me on my toes."
I set the paper down. It was a dream offer, but my dreams were changing. "Peter, I thought I would work with you, keep learning at your side."
"This is the same offer I've made every woman, and they've all accepted it. You see the third lesson is the most challenging, and if you fail you get nothing. I think you'd be a fool not to take this offer instead."
I thought for a moment, "No, I want to take the final lesson if that means being at your side."
"It's your decision Rebecca, I won't force you."
But I'd made up my mind.
Drake led me to a single post standing in the corner. He leaned me against it, and placed straps across my chest and waist, securing them tightly. I was completely immobile, but my arms were free. Peter walked to a small table where a bottle of champagne and two glasses waited.
"We're going to toast your success," He said, popping the cork, "Now hold your arms out, palms up."
I held them out, forming a human t-shape. Drake poured two glasses of champagne, filling each to the brim. He set a glass on each of my upraised palms.
"We'll toast your success, unless you spill a drop, at which point you get nothing."
I stood there, balancing the two glasses, my hands already quivering. Drake undressed with his usual precision. Then he leaned forward, kissing me, our tongues locked together passionately. My hands trembled, but I didn't spill a drop. But he wasn't done. Slowly he kissed my neck, moving down my chest, his tongue lightly dabbing my red-hot skin. He reached my breasts and his tongue encircled my hard nipples. He took each one into his mouth, sucking them gingerly.
My body shivered in delight, my hands trembled, but nothing spilled.
Drake's kissing moved lower, down my belly, the tip of his tongue licking my naval. Oh god, is he going to eat my pussy? I wanted him to do it even if it meant losing everything. I wanted to feel his hot tongue on my hard clit.
He got closer, running his tongue along my inner thighs. The sensation was delirious.
But nothing spilled.
Drake stopped for a moment, "I want you to confess something to me Rebecca. Why is it a woman who graduated at the top of her class was stuck in a low, entry level position?” His tongue came even closer to my pussy, "Confess your sin to me."
And then he licked my pussy, running his tongue along my labia.
I gasped, shivers racing through me, "I was arrested in college… I helped someone who was running a pyramid scheme. I didn't know what they were really up to, but the cops busted me anyway." A rush shot through me as Drake's tongue encircled my clit, "Because I had a criminal record no good firm would hire me… Oh God!"
I was cumming, my toes were curling, my breath heaving. The combination of restraints, pressure, his expert pussy eating and the confession were intoxicating.
But nothing spilled.
Drake stopped his licking for a second, "I knew about the arrest, I just needed to hear you confess." And with that he dug in again, feasting on a banquet of my juices.
I was cumming again. This was madness- every time I climaxed it placed my future at risk, but that only made it more exciting. "Oh god, Oh Peter please, it's fantastic." My hands trembled, every muscle and sinew straining to remain outstretched. I could feel myself building to another thundering orgasm. I couldn't hold the glasses up this time. I felt my arms shaking, weaker as I climaxed harder than ever before.
My arms dropped… just as Peter plucked the glasses off of them.
"You did it Rebecca, you passed all three lessons," He said, handing me a champagne glass.
I struggled, finally raising my almost numb arm to accept it. We clicked glasses and sipped the cold champagne. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
Drake kissed me deeply, the expensive champagne passing from mouth to mouth. He unstrapped my restraints and led me to couch. But this time we didn't sleep. He laid me down and climbed on top of me. There were no mind games and all traces of dominance were gone. My hands roamed down his body, past his solid chest and abdominals until I had his stiff cock in my hands. Our breath came in short gasps as he dug his face into my neck kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his back, guiding his cock towards my pussy.
"I want you so badly," He moaned, "I held back before, but now I must have you."
He pressed his hips forward, finding his way into my pussy. My back arched as he slid inside.
"Oh god, that's so good," I panted.
Within seconds our bodies were tightly entwined, hips thrusting back and forth in perfect rhythm. I was already cumming, the muscles in my pussy throbbing around his stiff manhood. Then his body tensed and his hips froze.
"Oh yes!" He yelled, "I'm cumming Rebecca."
My body responded in kind, hips pumping like a jackhammer to squeeze out every drop he had. Then he sank down, out of breath, kissing me gently. We lay there feeling warm and wonderful.
I didn't wake up alone this time. Peter was still contentedly wrapped around me until my moving woke him.
"That was amazing," He said, smiling. "Rebecca I want you to be at my side in business, and life."
"What are you saying?"
"Well, for years I've never had a relationship, certainly not one I acknowledged in public. I want you to be that. People will talk, and the press will write about it, so it won't be easy. Would you be willing to be my…"
"Girlfriend?" I asked.
"I suppose that's as good a term as any. I also want you to take the lead on this
New England Tool Company
takeover. It will be a good chance to use what you've learned. I have things to do tonight, otherwise I'd ask you to stay."
"That's okay, there'll be plenty of nights."
He walked over to the shelf of offerings and picked up my grandmother's vase, "You should take this back, consider it my first offering to you."
He sat back down on the couch and gave me a kiss. We held it longer than expected… it turned out he wasn't in such a hurry after all.
CHAPTER NINE:
FREEDOM
A
few hours later I was back at my apartment, placing the replica vase back on my mantle…
next to the identical original
. I was too exhausted to sit and ponder my future; all I knew is that I was free. I went to bed, knowing tomorrow would be a busy day.
By 9:00AM the media was buzzing with news of Peter Drake's arrest on charges of larceny and stock fraud. The FBI refused to comment on the evidence, but promised it was quite damning.
My little vase full of audio and video surveillance equipment had done its job well, recording all the details of Drake's vicious and totally illegal takeover of the
New England Tool Company
. He'd manipulated the stock prices with the intent to defraud… a major felony.
David rang my buzzer a few minutes after nine. I had no choice but to let him in. After all you can't keep your FBI handler waiting. He'd been assigned to my case a year earlier when the FBI planted me in my old job as an informant.
I hadn't been lying to Drake about my arrest, but I had left out one key detail. Like an idiot I mailed some documents for the pyramid scheme people and that instantly made me guilty of mail fraud… a very serious charge. I licked one forty-nine cent stamp and became Ma Barker overnight. I got probation for the pyramid scheme but the FBI left the mail fraud hanging over my head to get my cooperation. The feds placed me at my old job to look for evidence of illegal trading. But when Drake suddenly contacted me the feds were over the moon. They'd been trying to get evidence of Drake's illegal activities for years. The FBI's lab even created a replica of my grandmother's vase overnight, believing that Drake's people might be scoping out my apartment. It sounds paranoid but they were probably right.
David came in, thrilled to have been part of a major bust. It was, in his words, a career maker.
I only cared about one thing, "Does this mean I'm free?"
"Probably," He said, "You did your job so any criminal record will be cleared and you can start over again. Of course you and I can still spend some time together," He added, putting his arm around me.
I pushed him away, When he came on to me a year ago I didn't have a choice, but that had just changed, "Now that I'm an honest woman are you going to invite me over to meet your wife?"
David looked angry, "You leave my wife out of this."
"No, I want to leave me out of it! I couldn't say no to you before, but I'm a free woman now… so why don't you get out of my apartment and my life."
"We'll see about that," David said, glaring at me, "Remember I'm the one who has the last word about your freedom!" He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
I had endured so much shit from David, so why couldn't he just walk away and leave me alone?
A few hours later the SEC received an anonymous email informing them that one of the agent's working on the Drake investigation had purchased stock in the
New England Tool Company
. He was using confidential information for personal gain, intending to dump the stock right before Drake tanked the company. It was unethical for an agent to do that… almost as unethical as forcing your informant to sleep with you. David's days with the FBI were numbered. I always knew David was corrupt, which is why I feed him so much confidential information. His own greed did the rest. I didn't do it out of vengeance for his taking advantage of me… I just wanted him to leave me alone.
Around noon I placed a call to my grandmother. Being a newly retired woman she was almost always home.
"Have you seen the news Rebecca?" She asked, excited, "That billionaire Peter Drake guy was planning to ruin the tool company. If the FBI hadn't caught him I would have lost my pension! It's a miracle!"
"Well grandma," I said, "Sometimes miracles do happen."
THE END
Love and Survival in the Time After
Leela Ash
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Layne's heart was in her throat as the footsteps behind her receded. It had been a long time since she'd had a confrontation with one of the tribes. This time she'd gone to the wrong watering source. She thought that the public pool would be safe, for some reason. Although most of them were dried up, you could usually find at least a supply of sunscreen to protect you from the harsh sunlight, or if you were really lucky, there would be enough clean water left to quench your thirst and fill your bottle.
She'd been due for a refill for a while now and although it was reckless, she had been desperate enough to get herself into danger. She had a bottle of beer left from the last batch she'd brewed, but that was strong enough to dull her senses and get her into trouble. Besides, it would just dehydrate her more. She would have to remember that this area was ruled by the Jackals – the name for the small gang of people who had claimed this turf. After the virus hit and wiped out most of the population, leaving only a few lucky survivors in every city, the tribes had been a way to find peace and security amongst other people who were dealing with the same crisis. There had been safety in numbers, or so they told themselves. While many had been afraid to wander the deserted world alone, moving forward with others didn't seem that bad.
She herself had been part of a group in those first few chaotic years. Being a talented chemist, she'd aligned herself with a team of doctors claiming to seek a cure to the problem, but as it turned out most of them were frauds and civilians, delusional with a self-important mission they weren't educated enough to accomplish. Everybody was hoping for a miracle and she'd been lured in by their pretense. Ultimately, the group split due to bruising of egos and no real direction and she'd been on her own ever since then, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so far out of hand.
As a scientist, she had to trace the line of cause and effect. A pharmaceutical company had ordered vaccinations against what they claimed was an alien virus from space – which was absurd, but everybody was so desperate for answers that they accepted the explanation. Now everybody knew that the first guess had been way off, but back then that was the government's grounds for getting as many people as possible under the needle for a miraculous vaccine that they had commissioned the company, Grow Inc, to develop. In a sad, ironic twist of fate, the virus they thought came from a meteorite that had landed in St. Petersburg, had actually been the result of lax safety precautions, as a team of scientists experimented with a cure for the common cold. They'd flown the team to Russia to try and evade SFT (Safety in Future Technology) safety standards, and the end result had been disastrous.
The antivirus had been promising, and they had been convinced that by pushing the envelope, it would be successful. In initial experiments it had a 100% success ratio, though it hadn't been tested over the long term. After the meteorite crashed into the yard outside the Russian facility where the American scientists had been mentoring a group of people who were working together to rid the world of disease, that was when the results of the virus began to be seen, and how the SFT had gotten involved, claiming that the virus, because it was so difficult to contain and treat, had extraterrestrial origins.
If they had checked more closely, they would have seen that the people that they had injected with the initial strain of vaccination had become carriers of the malicious virus, infecting everybody they came into contact with without even knowing it. A few cases had been reported in America shortly after the scientists returned, and before long half of St. Petersburg was in chaos. People were coughing up blood and begging for release from a pain that nobody could pinpoint, but everybody could agree was the worst they had ever felt. It seemed to move throughout the body, inflaming certain parts for a small amount of time before retreating and coming back with double the force.
Because of the rapid spread in St. Petersburg, everybody assumed that was the origin of the virus, and the city was put under strict quarantine. Unfortunately, it was no use. It spread all over the world with startling speed. Nobody thought that the virus might be in the vaccination. Ironically, the claim was that because the first vaccination had been successful enough during the preliminary trials, it should be utilized now, in this time of crisis. The SFT felt they had no choice and allowed the vaccinations to reach the mainstream market. Every day, for weeks, hundreds of people lined up to receive their vaccine, thinking it would be the only thing that might save them.
Carriers were being created left and right, but those whose immune systems weren't as strong, or whose bodies didn't contain an immunity in their genes, were left defenseless against it. Days after the vaccination, the coughing would begin, until finally people began to catch on that it wasn't an alien virus that was killing people – it was one being spread by the vaccine.
But it was too late. Within a few years, almost everybody was gone. With the exception of a few green-tinged carriers who had made it through, a few genetically privileged people, and some who had managed to escape both the carriers and the vaccinations until the virus finally became dormant. Life as they knew it had crumbled. Layne had no family or friends left, and she had felt so lost and alone, crying on her doorstep when the small group of “scientific” people had wandered past. They saw that she lacked the green-tinge of the carriers and the paleness of the infected, and welcomed her into their group saying they were heading somewhere safe, somewhere far away from there, and they were going to find the cure. Would she help?
She didn't want to leave, but she also knew that she couldn't stay. From that point forward, her survival would depend upon her ability to move on, and that's all she needed to know.
