BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6) (74 page)

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. I
t’
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

Samantha Leal

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Courtney peered into the darkness as she heaved her bag over her shoulder and made her way down the dusty road. It was a clear night and the stars above her twinkled so brightly she imagined them tinkling and could almost hear the ringing out up there, high over her head. It was the only thing that kept her from crying. She was on the run now and nothing was going to change that. She had messed with the wrong guy and now she was going to have to leave her hometown behind and start again.

“I could end you, do you realize that?” Mark had said as he’d wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed so tight she never thought he was going to let go.

“Please,” she choked, “Stop.”

When he’d let go of her, she had caught sight of her reflection in the mirror behind him and her eyes were bloodshot and red.

“I’m sorry,” she’d whispered, clutching her neck as the tears rolled down her face.

“Get the fuck out of my sight,” Mark spat. “If I ever lay eyes on you again…”

But instead of finishing his sentence, he shook his head.

Courtney scrambled to her feet and ran out of the office as fast as she could. For someone from a solid and decent background, she sure had a knack for finding trouble.

It was less than twenty-four hours later since her run-in with Mark, and she knew she had to leave. Her parents were elderly now and just settling into retirement. How could she screw everything up for them and bring criminals to their door? She hadn’t meant for everything to go so horribly wrong when she took the job as Mark’s assistant. But as usual, she had jumped in head first and hadn’t researched the company, nor her boss. And before long she found herself running drugs for him across Arizona.

It hadn’t been her fault, but he blamed her anyway.

It was in her possession. Nearly ten grand’s worth, and she had somehow managed to lose it.

She didn’t know how it happened. She had stopped at a gas station, filled up the tank, locked the doors and nipped quickly across to pay the teller before getting back into the driver’s seat. No one else had been there. No one had come or gone. She had even returned to the gas station later that night and asked to check the CCTV but there was nothing to suggest someone had been into the car while she was inside. Someone had intercepted her somewhere, but she didn’t know who or how.

Mark was suspicious. Even though she had worked for him for over a year, her story didn’t add up.  She was lucky he’d given her a head start. He could have killed her right there and then. He said as long as he didn’t see her again, he would leave her alone… But Courtney knew Mark, and she knew that once the heat was on him, he would want someone else to blame. And if it wasn’t him who came for her, then it would be whoever he owed. She couldn’t take that chance.

Cars hurtled past her as she kicked her way along the side of the highway and held out her thumb. She could keep walking until she reached the bus station, but her legs were tired and her feet were aching inside her boots. She stopped and let her bag fall to the floor, then swiveled her round, curvy hips into the passing lights of the cars and trucks as they flashed by.

Someone would be kind.

She was sure of it.

She flexed her leg so her shapely calves cast long shadows out onto the desert banks behind her. A colony of bats squeaked overhead and made her jump.

She laughed to herself as she held her hand up to her heart. Bats were the last thing she should be afraid of.

She caught her breath and pouted as she pushed out her breasts and let the lights fall on her, making her feel like she was a movie star. She imagined the flash-flash of the paparazzi and almost fell into a daydream. Suddenly she was snapped out of it by a car that beeped and came slowly to a halt about forty feet ahead of her.

She smiled and picked up her bag before making her way over. The driver had the window down, and he leaned out to greet her with a cigarette smoking between his teeth.

“Can you take me to the Greyhound stop?” she panted.

“Sure Sweetness,” he said as he exhaled a big plume of smoke. “Jump in.”

Courtney smiled at him and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder before making her way around to the passenger side.

It was the first step, but she had made it.

Here’s to the first day of the rest of your life
, she thought as she slid into the seat and wrapped her arms around herself.
Time to make a new start and find a new home.

The faces of her family flashed across her mind as the driver pulled back onto the highway and sped off into the night. The tears welled up within her and she easily could have cried, but she was doing it for them. She had to keep them safe. It was time for her to find herself a new family and a new future.

It was the scariest thing she had ever done…. But she knew she could do it.