Page 7 of Dark Encounter
"Oh, right. About that. It's set up to wipe out anything with my first or last name." I shrugged and finished the beer. "I should get going. I just wanted to stop by to tell you that I need you to get Grace off my back. She's not the kind of girl I would ask out for the night, Jenna. I'm not a good guy. I'm looking for a quick fuck in a broom closet."
"Jenna likes fucking in closets." Nate walked in and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her large breasts as I stood there, trying to look normal.
"Stop that." She swatted at his thigh and turned her attention back toward me. "She would besogood for you, Erik, but I appreciate that. She's my best friend, and I love her. The last thing I would want is for her to get wrapped up in your shit."
"And she would." I walked toward the door at the sound of them kissing. "Night guys. Call me later, Nate. I'm not dangling from this string you have me on much longer. You owe me fucker."
"Alright. Shit."
I walked out to the sound of him complaining. Some part of me wanted to tell him never mind. That he could keep living his life of freedom and I'd just live vicariously through him, but I couldn't. Not yet. The syndicate was a dangerous place to be and only having Kane guarding my back left me exposed and unsure of my next steps.
It was suicide, but Nate would be my saving grace.
I walked up to my bike and got on, fighting the yearning to go back in the library and tote Grace off to a quiet place to give her a taste of what she wanted so bad. I glanced up in time to see her walk off, as if she were watching me.
"Night, Kitten," I mumbled, put on my helmet and drove toward my father's mansion. I needed to drown myself in depravity, and I knew I could do it there.
The ride did me little good. Being left with my thoughts, I found myself angry and tense over the situation brewing inside of me. Loneliness swirled deep inside, and I felt like a teenage boy, making wishes and laying dreams down on the tracks of my future as if anything would ever come of them. I was a slave to my situation, and I always would be.
"Hey, buddy." Kane glanced up from watching TV. "You need something?"
"Pussy." I turned and walked toward a large living room where my father usually had a few girls hanging out just in case. There were over twenty of us in the syndicate, and the women were part of the package.
I stopped by the door and let my eyes scan the room. I wanted someone with dark hair that I could easily imagine to be my sweet librarian.
"Erik," Sally purred and stood up, her breasts nice and big, her throat good and deep. "You need to let off some steam?"
"Yeah." I reached out and grabbed her hand, jerking her to my side as I pointed to a new girl with long black hair. Her body was thin; her breasts small like Grace's. "You too. Come on."
I wrapped my arm around Sally and turned, walking towards one of the big bedrooms in the back. She curled up to my side and tried to kiss at the side of my face before I pulled her back a little.
"No kissing and keep your back to me. You know the rules." I released her and walked into the room, pulling off my sweater and working on my jeans. "What's your name?" I turned to the new girl.
"Tiffany." She reached up and undid the string that held her skimpy dress up. It fell to the ground and left plenty of creamy skin on display.
"Good. Grab a handful of condoms from the bathroom down the hall." I reached for Sally, cupping the side of her neck and rubbing the pad of her thumb over her lips. "Suck real hard for me."
"Anything you want." She sunk to the floor and wrapped her hands around my cock as the door closed behind us.
"Where do you want me?" Tiffany moved to my side, her eyes wide as if she'd never seen another woman give head.
"I want you to be Grace for me tonight, alright? Get on the bed, hands and knees and lift your ass in the air."
"Grace?" She blinked a few times as if she wasn't sure where she was.
The delicious sounds of Sally sucking and licking at my cock had my knees weak. Sex. That's what I needed. It was enough to take my mind off everything.
I grabbed the base of the girl’s throat and pulled her toward me. "Stop asking questions and get on the bed. Your only response tonight is ‘Yes, Sir’."
She shook but stood still. I was a little proud of her. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." I glanced down and ran my fingers through Sally's blond hair. "That's nice. Good and deep. Cup my balls with your free hand and finger yourself with the other one."
She moaned and slipped her fingers under her panties, the smell of pussy filling the air.
"Delicious," I whispered roughly and reached out, jerking the new girl toward me, her pretty ass in the air, her sex shaved and ready for depravity. I ran my fingers down her center, pressing into her a little before leaning over and tonguing her ass.
She cried out, and I bit her ass hard. Her slit grew sloppy wet, and I knew I had her. Closing my eyes, I jerked my hips, driving into Sally’s mouth as I brought the pretty little thing on the bed to come on my face two or three times.
