WITCHCRAFT (A Paranormal Romance) (41 page)

I opened mine hesitantly. I saw no prices marked for anything, but I guessed from the descriptions and the decor that nothing in the place was less than fifty dollars a plate. I looked at my host with wide eyes.

"I don't think I can--"

Mr. Stone reached across the table and placed one thick, lightly-calloused hand on mine. "Don't worry about it, Jen. Just order what you'd like."

I did. Twenty minutes later, a steak thicker than my wrist was set down in front of me. I was cutting off a bit, listening to Jake Stone talk about his ex-wife and his daughter who I almost reminded him of, when I saw him.

Travis, I was certain. The months had been kinder to him than to me, but there was no mistaking it. Mr. Stone must have caught my expression, because he turned and followed my eyes.

"So. That's him, then," he said. It wasn't a question, but I nodded. I kept my eyes down and tried to finish cutting the bite, but my hands were shaking. I didn't see my date raise his hand and signal a waiter over.

"Could you call Ken over for me?" There was a beat, barely a pause, and then he spoke a little bit louder, a laugh caught in his throat. "Oh, it's nothing for you to be worried about, don't look like that!"

"Ah, yes sir."

I followed him with my eyes, watched him walking across the restaurant to a man in what looked like Armani, who perked immediately up when the waiter spoke to him. He strode over in a way that avoided looking hurried while making Olympic runners look slow.

"Mr. Stone! We're so glad you could make it! Thom tells me you wanted to see me, what can we do for you?"

"Ken, I see you're doing a great job keeping the place running; there's just one issue." He pointed with a bent finger. "The long-haired fellow, there. Are we letting that sort in nowadays?"

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"I don't know, is there?" I was amazed Ken hadn't reached to loosen his tie, he looked so hot under the collar.

"Ah, no sir. I'll have it taken care of."

I watched Ken gather up a pair of burly men in t-shirts out of the kitchen and walk towards the foyer. I could hear Travis's voice, just barely, through the murmor across the room. His voice held the tone of confused indignation he'd practiced for so long. I was afraid that somehow, he'd know it was me, but without ever looking in my way he gave the three of them a horrified, indignant look, and then he turned on his heel. The short young thing with the fake tits that he'd been sleeping with in our bed followed him out, hurrying not to be left behind.

I realized that I could still see myself there, even after everything that had happened. If he asked me back, I knew, he only had to sound sincere and I would come back. And yet I felt relieved that he was gone now. Between the satisfaction and relief, and my ravenous hunger, I had never had such a meal before.

I was guided back to the waiting car, which purred to life as we walked over to it. When we sat, Mr. Stone set his eyes on me once more, this time with a serious shade to them.

"Jen, I take it you don't have any place to stay, is that right?"

"No, sir."

"I can offer you a small place in the hotel, free of charge, if you'd like."

"If... ?"

"I want to be clear, here, Jennifer. You won't have to pay for the room, but neither will I be uncompensated. Of course, you're in no state to go back out there in these clothes, if you refused. I'd be willing to see you off with whatever clothing you'd like, if you don't find my offer worth your time." He adjusted his posture, and then shifted back to the way he'd been before. "I'm not looking to force you, after all."

"You're not looking to force me... ?"

"Jennifer, a man in my position, particularly an unmarried man, can't exactly go out and pick up a different woman every night. It's hardly appropriate, after all. I don't have time for a relationship. And I have certain... appetites. That make it difficult for me to trust women who would seek me out for my money. Am I clear?"

"So you want me to be your... whore?"

"Much more than that, Jen, but you're not completely off the mark. I understand if you'd like to stop this discussion now, and I'll have Julio get you some clothing, from wherever you'd like. He could even accompany you while you shop for your own clothing if you're more comfortable with that. But I don't have the time or the patience to sugar coat your position."

"Do I have time to think about it?"

"Not much, we'll be arriving fairly soon."

I didn't like the situation. But the implication of free room and board was quite an impressive one, and the fact was that Jake Stone was not an unattractive man. Even through his business attire, I could see that he had an impressive physique for anyone, and he had an easy way about him that was attractive all on its own.

"And if I agreed?"

"Then you'd be dropped off with a room key and I'd go back to work. Perhaps I would call on you tonight. More likely than not, but I haven't decided. But eventually, I would come to you. Until then, room service would be paid to my bill, and you would have access to a small, but comfortable, charge account."

I took a deep breath. I had been afraid of something like this, but something much less tempting, and much less long term, and I hadn't expected to have as much say in it. I fretted for a moment that felt like an eternity. Then the decision was easier than I'd expected.

"Yes."

Mr. Stone's lips spread into a thin smile that cut across his almost-ageless face.

"Perfect."

When I got to my room, it was perfect. I hadn't slept on a bed in almost a year. I remedied that situation almost immediately, and when I woke it was to the sound of a ringing phone. I picked up the receiver on the bedside stand. The voice on the other end was familiar enough.

"Jen?"

"Yes?"

"I'm on my way. Be ready. Thirty minutes."

I wasted no time. Another shower was in order, and a toothbrush I found wrapped up in the bathroom served well enough to get my oral hygiene sorted out.

After thirty minutes on the dot, I heard the door open. He didn't knock. I was lying in bed, covered only by the sheets. He walked up slowly, dropping his jacket on the floor and pulling apart the buttons on his shirt.

"Good girl."

He took a pinch of the sheets on the bed and pulled gently. The sheets slowly slid down my body, revealing my breasts. He practically salivated at the sight of them. Earlier he had had such a guarded expression, but now he looked like a wild beast with the scent of blood. I could feel the arousal already spreading in anticipation of what was to come. When he spoke, it was softly, but it was not a request.

"Come here, now."

I crawled across the bed as he unzipped his trousers, reaching inside to pull out a fat cock. It was already hard, I noted, pleased. I took it in my hand, looking it over, before licking along its length.

A big hand fell on top of my head, pushing me gently towards his cock. I took the hint, taking it into my mouth. I let my tongue play along it as I bobbed my head, savoring the quiet hitch in his breath when I took his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard as I pulled off and his fingers dug in, taking a fistful of my now-short hair. He tugged me off him harder than I would have liked, but I've had vigorous lovers before.

"Get on your back, you slut."

I leaned back and spread my legs.

"You like talking dirty, Mister Stone?"

He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to the foot of the bed, dragging the sheet along with me. He reached down and rubbed gently against the opening to my pussy, before lining up his cock. I yelped when he pushed in, hard and fast. I grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a kiss. At first he resisted, but only for a moment. Our lips crashed together as he pounded me, his hard body pressed against mine. I cried out and he bit my neck, eliciting another yelp as pleasure and pain churned inside me. I could feel my orgasm approaching.

"Don't stop," I murmured. "Oh, God."

He didn't stop. He pulled back, grabbing my hips for leverage as he slammed into me harder and harder.

"I'm gonna cum in you. Is that a problem, whore?"

"Ohhhhh," I moaned. "I'm not on birth contro-o-ol."

"Is that going to be a problem? Are you saying no to me?"

"No si-i-ir," I saw stars as the pressure that had been building inside me exploded. I could feel Jake Stone fucking me a million miles away and yet it was right there, spurring me on to greater and greater heights. "Oh, don't stop, please don't stop -- cum in me!"

He thrust against me harder, faster, and finally he pushed in deep. I could feel the cum splashing against my cervix, the hot fullness of his sperm. I found that I couldn't pick up my head.

"Oh, God. That was..." The breaths came hard, each one burning in my chest, matching the burning pleasure in my pussy.

"Now, then," he said. I realized with a start that he wasn't finished just as a hand clamped around my throat and started to squeeze. For a moment, I was afraid. But if there was a line in the sand, he hadn't crossed it.

And then, all of a sudden, he did. A hot, stinging slap rang across my face: not playful, but with force behind it. I could still feel it as a hundred thousand bad nights sped across my vision.

I opened my eyes. I could feel him stirring inside me, but I blocked that out, focused on the anger and the hurt.

"What the fuck!"

He looked at me with a tired anger. He couldn't imagine being told no. And then he stepped back, pulled out of me. He picked his clothes from the floor, and he left without a word.

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The Blackmail Bet 1

Can He Make Her Beg?

Cat Calloway

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Karen had always appreciated her position at RadCorp. They had gotten more and more successful, and she had made more and more money. She had an office, she had a place where she could crash, she got to talk about how involved she was. At the same time, Connor ran the day-to-day business. Their private meetings to discuss strategy came out as decisions that Connor had made by himself.

It allowed her a degree of privacy and freedom in her personal life that might have been difficult for a woman otherwise. That was what allowed her to keep her hair cropped close, like a boy's. A signal to everyone that saw her exactly who and what she was interested in.

She smiled at the sound of the music banging around her. It was distracting, but she was used to that. Distracting was common. She told herself she'd come here for music, but as she danced she knew it wasn't true. She was here because Diane was being a piece of shit, and because as the second most powerful member of the Forbes 50th most successful new company, she had certain advantages.

One of those advantages was rubbing a pair of breasts against her right now. Karen smiled and wrapped her arms around her anonymous lover, drawing her close and pressing her lips against the girl's neck. The girl walked off in a drug-and-lights-induced stupor.

It had been a long time since she'd been out like this. A longer time than she wanted to admit, but a shorter time than perhaps it should have been. They'd only recently legalized gay marriage, of course she and Diane had taken advantage right away. They'd been together for years, a fixture in their community.

They'd already grown past the point of having the wild, nasty sex romps that she wanted. Diane had her books and her museum work. Karen had her job—and, whether she liked it or not, she had this. She scanned the crowd with her eyes. Someone here would be a good choice. It was only a matter of finding them and bringing them back with her.

She slipped off the floor. It was fun, but it wasn't what she wanted. She moved up to the counter and ordered something brightly colored. A neon-blue drink came across the counter and she waited for someone to notice it as she sipped. It was sweet and fruity and it wasn't long before a man came over with an intensity in his eyes as he looked at her.

"I like your hair," he said softly.

Karen reached up and ran her fingers through it. It was shorter than the man standing before her, whose hair fell into his eyes. One of those kinds, then. "I'm not interested."

"Don't be like that."

"I'm not interested in guys." It was only mostly true. She'd found a few guys attractive, once or twice. She had to admit that Connor had a well-built body, and she had even dated one once, for the span of a few short days. They'd gone home and she'd learned how the parts fit together. She had decided that she wasn't comfortable with it, not like she was with women, and that was the end of it.

"Okay, okay. I get it."

The guy raised his hands defensively and backed off. Karen took another sip of her drink. A woman saddled up beside her and ordered a screwdriver.

"Hey." Karen didn't like approaching people. Sometimes when you wanted to get things done, though, you had to do them yourself.

The woman turned and smiled at her. Karen wasn't sure if it was intended to look friendly or if the woman realized that she was putting forth a sexual image. It didn't matter, though. She had fewer reservations than her friend about convincing women of the advantages of the fairer sex—and fewer about fucking them silly. "Hi."

"I'm having a little party back at my office. There's going to be free drinks, does that sound like your kind of thing?" Karen made sure to give her a sexual glance.

"What kind of party?"

"Very intimate. Only me and a couple friends."

"A couple of friends, huh?" The woman waggled her eyebrows.

"At least one acquaintance, if you're there."

"Just the two of us, huh? Where do you work?"

"You'll see. I wouldn't want to scare you off!"

The woman looked at her, her playful demeanor hiding her efforts to gauge how much of what Karen was saying was true. It wouldn't be any fun if she just believed her, after all. "My name is Liz, by the way."

"Liz, I'm Karen. Come on, my car's this way."

Karen left a bill on the counter large enough to more than cover both their tabs and led the girl out of the club and into the cool night air. She handed the valet her keys. She heard him the moment that he turned the car on, could practically have pointed to it. She watched Lizzie's face. This was her favorite part of all.

When the Countach pulled up, her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp. Karen loved that. Everyone was surprised the first time. Like seeing a celebrity. She supposed that in a way, she could have been a celebrity. Like Donald Trump or Elon Musk or, she though, strangely enough like Connor. He was certainly an intimidating presence wherever he went, and it played oddly well through the TV screen whether he knew about it or not.

Karen helped her new friend into the passenger seat and then slid into the driver seat herself. The routine was practiced, a ritual that she went through whenever she met someone new. Her gloves slipped on, and the engine roared as she pulled out into traffic just a little too fast. She trusted the car to be able to handle the speed, trusted herself to react.

And more than that, she preferred the reaction that she got. There was nothing that Karen liked to much as to be in control, and this charade more than allowed her that luxury. She joined traffic with inches to spare and shifted into third. She let her hand rest casually against Liz's leg, carefully leaving her fingers just a bit between the girl's thighs.

Oh, it was an accident. She hoped that Liz believed that. She'd just been in such a hurry that she hadn't noticed where her hand fell exactly. It certainly wasn't intentional.

Luckily for both of them, Lizzie didn't need much convincing. Once she was upstairs Liz descended on her. Karen had barely had time to turn on the lights in her sizeable office before Liz's lips had pressed into hers and then they were too distracted to deal with jackets and closing doors. The whole place was empty, anyways. Janitors were home by 10, and it was 11:30 already.

"You've done this before," Karen breathed out.

"Once or twice," Liz confessed between kisses. Karen led her to the couch and flipped the girl over.

"Not with me," she teased. "So I suspect you'll find it a little different."

Karen worked the buttons on her new lover's shirt deftly, and as she undid the last one she pulled the shirt open. Liz had a respectable pair of breasts, to say the least. The shirt had been tight on them, her bra equally tight. Karen grabbed her lover by the back of her neck and kissed her on the mouth, then pulled one pickered nipple between her teeth.

"Are you having fun yet?"

Karen smiled at the look of disoriented confusion that spread across Liz's face. "Wait, did that door say—"

"Vice President? Yes. Co-Founder? Yes."

Liz looked at her with wide eyes.

"Stay there, I've got a few things to go and get."

Liz stayed, watching her closely as she walked behind her large, luxuriously-sized desk. "Don't watch, it's a secret!"

She squatted down and opened up the bottom drawer, which she kept locked. There was a good reason that the drawer was locked, she thought, as she pulled the rope off the top. A good reason, indeed. The strap-on came with it.

"I want you to try something with me, will you?"

"Shut up and try it," Liz taunted. Karen crossed the room in two powerful steps and grabbed Liz by the throat. "See? Not that hard."

Her voice croaked as Karen's hand tightened. The rope came uncoiled easily and cleanly, and Karen wrapped quickly around Lizzie's arms until she had a cuff tied around her elbows. Then she tied it off and smiled. Arms bound behind her back, Liz's already large breasts seemed gigantic.

Karen smiled at what was going to come next. She pushed Liz back against the couch and watched with satisfaction as she tried desperately to stop herself from falling back into it, only to fail. Then she slipped her trousers down her legs, watching carefully to see if Liz would have a reaction.

"I want you to eat my pussy, and if you do a good job…" Karen held up the strap-on to show her lover. "I'll give you a reward."

Liz nodded and bit her lip.

Karen took her head in her hands and pushed her down. The first feeling of Liz's tongue on her lit a spark. She let her eyes drift shut as Liz explored with her mouth. Relaxing at first, a pressure started to build inside Karen't stomach. The pressure of arousal and need mixing. All at once she knew. She needed something… something more. She couldn't put her finger on it.

"Good girl." Karen grabbed Liz by the armpit and pulled her up before shoving her back onto the sofa. Her jeans fit like a second skin, but they peeled off to reveal Lizzie's shaven mound. Karen spread the girl's legs wide and then spit at the place where they met. Liz rewarded her with a soft moan.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," she said softly, turning to fit the strap on against her, fitting the straps around her hips.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Good girl."

Karen drizzled lube over the rubber cock, rubbed it around. She was going to enjoy this. She let her hand run lazily along the length, her other hand rubbing Liz's pussy. Her soft folds spread easily, slick with arousal. Her thumb found the button at the top of her folds and rubbed across it gently.

Liz's hips bucked up awkwardly, straining to meet Karen's fingers. The Vice-President smiled to herself, let a finger slip between the girl's inner lips in time with the rubbing of her thumb. A second finger joined the first, bent to rub the spot just inside.

"Do you like that?" The words came out husky and hot. Liz groaned in response, her hips still trying to move towards her pleasure, rocking gently back and forth. Karen's hand came up and then Liz's face stung with the force of the slap. "Tell me you like it, you slut."

"Oooh, I like it. Please don't stop," she purred.

"I'm not planning on it," Karen teased. "We're going to have a whole lot of fun, you and I."

She worked her fingers out of the girl beneath her, the sticky wetness coating her fingers. She took the rubber cock in her hand and pressed it against Karen's folds.

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you, please make me cum," she purred.

Karen pushed in, the strapped-on cock pressing back into her clit and sending an electric jolt of pleasure up her spine. Deeper. Deeper. Every push in rewarded her with a hard rub on her button.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream." She pushed her girl-cum coated fingers into Karen's mouth, who licked her own juices up greedily. "Take it. Take my cock."

The power she had over this girl, the control, Karen wondered if this was what it was like for men. She liked that thought, the idea that she was stealing something that didn't belong to her. She was converting this straight slut.

Her nipples were almost sore from the need inside her. She pulled on one herself, but it wasn't the same. "Suck my tits," she breathed.

Liz leaned up and forward, taking a nipple in between her lips and sucking hard. Liz's mind exploded in pleasure—all that was left was fucking the girl beneath her. She smiled to herself. This was what she needed, this was everything she had ever wanted.

She pounded into her, deeper and deeper, the rubber pressing against her, slaking her need. Diane's face came, unbidden, into her mind. She pushed it away. That cold fish bitch—she didn't finish the thought, instead taking a firm grasp of Liz's hips and pushing into her as hard as she could, the force of the thrust lifting her ass up off the sofa.

Liz had stopped talking, stopped moaning. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and she was trying to get a grip on something, anything. Karen reached out her hands and Liz grabbed them, trying to pull Karen's strapped-on cock into her further. Karen obliged, fucking deeper and harder.

A second orgasm was building inside her, an orgasm she hadn't known she needed as badly as she did. She let go of Liz with one hand and pulled at the girl's nipples hard enough to hurt, still thrusting in as hard as she could, still feeling the power of the rubber cock and the feeling of the base rubbing against her folds, sending her spiraling out of control.

Karen pulled out for a moment and sat down, helping Liz on top of her, her breasts hanging tantalizingly in Karen's face. Liz got to work immediately, grinding back and forth, letting the toy rub her in all the right places, as deep as she could go.

The temptation of Liz's breasts was too great, and Karen leaned forward to capture one between her lips, sucking and biting until she knew that Liz would be sore in the morning. She didn't care. All that mattered now was that Lizzie's experience with her was one that she remembered, one that they both wished hadn't had to end. That, and cumming again.