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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 24

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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 24
Whitney wants to see Andy's stern side.

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Ash had been right; he was capable of this, as long

as he knew it was being requested from him.

"Nicolette told me that your old Master, Bill, was too

heavy handed with the pain for her tastes, and that while you could accept pain
as part of the scene, it wasn't something you wanted. But I'm starting to
suspect that isn't entirely true either, is it? I saw that shiver run down your
spine at the crack of my belt. You like pain, but Bill overdid it, I'm
guessing?"

"It's, it seems improper to speak ill of the dead,

Master."

"Whitney, as unfortunate as it is, the man is dead, and

now you and I are working to establish the new normal. If I do not know where
to find the peaks and valleys of your sexuality, I will be unable to provide
adequate comfort, and that will bring shame upon me. Now do you want me
shamed?"

She looked up suddenly, shaking her head in abhorrence.

"No, Master! That is the last thing your slut wants!"

"Then speak to me about what your tastes are when it

comes to pain and pleasure."

The kneeling woman bit her lip just for a moment, as if she

was fighting against some long standing tradition, but Andy held his ground,
his eyes looking into hers unflinchingly. "Ah, yes, Master, this, your
slut does like some pain, but her old Master could, from time to time,
take it too far for her liking. When the nerves are singing, it is glorious,
but when they wail, your slut finds it difficult to think clearly, and is not
able to fulfill her purpose to her own satisfaction."

"Then I'm going to give you a second safety word,

Whitney, a sort of yellow flag, so that you not only have a 'stop' code, but an
'ease off' code, so you can tell me that you're nearing the point where the
pain is starting to redline and you would prefer it be eased off. Since your
stop code is 'limoncello,' why don't we say your ease off code also be a form
of liquor. Let's say 'galliano.' Agreed?"

"Your slut understands and agrees, Master."

He shook his head, clicking his tongue three times

disapprovingly. "The word, Whitney. I want to hear you say it."

She nodded. "Should the pain Master inflicts 

"

"Or his partners," he added. "The word should

be applicable to Nicolette here, or anyone else I choose to lay down
with."

Whitney grinned a little bit. "Yes Master. Should the

pain Master or any of his partners inflict cross from pleasurable pain to
damaging pain, your slut will say 'galliano' as a call for easement of the
pain, so that all parties remain enjoying their experience."

"Good," he said. "And the initiation?"

"As nervous as it may make her, Master, when your slut

wants the closed fist instead of the open hand, she will implore you to tap
into your most domineering streak and let that side of you run rampant all over
her pliant and willing body." She seemed uncomfortable looking directly at
him for too long, but was doing her best to remain looking up at him. "Any
other rules she needs to know, Master?"

"Only one final one, and I know it may cause something

of a ruffle in your expectations of me, but I must insist upon it."

"Speak, Master, and it shall be done."

"Once each season, you and I will have at least one

sexual encounter like two regular people, soft and gentle, with kindness and
warmth. We will make out like kids, snuggle up against each other and share a
genuine night where we will be naked and open and honest and transparent with
one another, no matter how frightened and vulnerable with both might feel. A
confessional night, where neither of us will get angry or cross, and no subject
will be considered taboo. I know you trust in me exceptionally, Whitney, but
once every three months or so, I'll need reassurances that it's still what you
want, and that you're happy and satisfied with what you're getting out of our
arrangement. Can you manage that?"

Whitney giggled a little, holding a hand up to her mouth as

if she was embarrassed by it. "Of course, Master. Just because she's a
filthy cumrag most of the time doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy a good snuggle
every now and again. Once a season is well within your purview to ask of her,
and she will look forward to those encounters just as much as she does the raw
and carnal ones."

"Speaking of which," Nicolette said, "how do

you want her?"

"Remember, love," Ash whispered into his ear.

"Go hard."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking what I want,

Nicolette," he said, laying the bass thick in his voice as he fished out
his cock and grabbed Whitney's pigtails to pull her face down onto his cock,
pushing her face onto it until he could feel the tip of his cock pressed
against her throat. She was doing her best to use her tongue to swab his shaft,
but the depth with which he'd forced himself was making it difficult to
breathe, and even Nicolette seemed a little surprised he held her face down as
long as he did before finally pulling her head back, a very desperate gasp of
air rushing into her lungs.

"Fuck," Whitney said quietly, almost in awe of the

change he'd done. "That's it, Master, face fuck your little whore. Use her
holes for your pleasure."

"God, you lucky bitch," Nicolette sighed. "He

is going to use you within an inch of your life. I remember when I first
woke the beast up inside of him."

"And I remember the first time he, we

used you, Nicolette," Ash said, licking her lips. "You had a very
talented tongue. Does your friend?"

Nicolette shivered a little bit then nodded. "She's

quite an excellent cunt licker, miss."

Andy clicked his tongue again with a slight smirk. "I

think you should probably call her Mistress, don't you?"

He could see Nicolette's knees wobble just a little bit

before she nodded. "Yes Master. I think Mistress Aisling definitely
deserves as much respect as you bequeath upon her," Nicolette said.

"And that goes for Niko and Emily as well," Andy

said. "If they have orders for you, or for you Whitney, then you should
consider them as though they came from my lips. Understood?"

"Yes Master," both women said.

"Your slut still wants more, Master," Whitney said

quietly. "Is, is that proper of her to ask?"

"Good," he said, stroking her face with his

fingertip once more. "You're learning. Asking isn't just proper, it's a
good thing." His hands yanked down on her pigtails once more, pulling her
face back onto his cock, pressing it against the back of her mouth until he
could see her eyes start to water up, then drew back as she let slobber drip
from her lips, a wild eyed smile spread across her face.

"More, Master," she pleaded. "Use her until

you have nothing left to give. She wants, no, she needs to be fucked
until she cannot get off her knees, until she cannot move from the floor."

"Umm., my slut wanted to see the iron fist instead of

the soft touch, so let me see,” Andy said, stepping away from her for a moment.
He grabbed Aisling and kissed her for a moment, catching her off guard, but she
quickly leaned into it, even as he was moving her around. He brought her over
to a couch and then pushed her backwards, forcing her to sit on it.
"Bottoms off."

"Andy, you don't  " Ash started to say, until

he looked back at her again, doing his best to give her a commanding stare,
which stopped the sentence in its tracks. Then she reached down, sliding her
sweat pants and panties off, before sitting back down, looking up at him, one
of her hands starting to rub against her own cunt. "Like this,
Master?"

He could've sworn he saw her shiver in delight when she said

that last word to him.

"Good girl," he said to her. He reached behind him

and grabbed one of Whitney's pigtails pulling her over, as she immediately moved
as guided. "Now, you're going to use your mouth to tend to her, while I'm
having a go at the other end. And if you aren't pleasuring her, I'm going
to  "

He was midsentence when Whitney lowered her face and

immediately began licking and suckling at Aisling's cunt, flicking her tongue
out against it in between moments of pursing her lips together, as Andy saw Ash
gasp just a little bit, the most adorable squeak escaping her mouth before she
leaned her head back.

"Fuck, she must really want you to drill her,

babe," Ash purred, "because she is working me good."

"What am I to do, Master?" Nicolette asked.

Andy grabbed a footstool, pulling it over before lifting

Whitney up and onto it, so she was on her hands and knees atop of it, bent down
to keep her lips pressed against Ash's snatch. He grinned, looking over at
Nicolette. "Well, since your friend's mouth is full, you're going to have
to teach her what dirty talk is supposed to sound like, and you're going to
have to do it in between kissing me, so that I feel like the center of
attention I'm supposed to."

Nicolette nodded, stepping over towards him while he moved

to position himself behind the footstool. "Yes Master, of course
Master." She tilted her head up and then pressed her lips against his,
almost nervously. "We, we don't kiss often, Master, but I'll do my
best."

"Hey," he said, trailing a fingertip along the

underside of her chin. "If I'm not allowed to be nervous, neither are
you," he told her with a sly wink.

She giggled a little and then nodded. "Understood,

Master. Now don't you think you've kept your good little whore waiting long
enough?"

"Making her wait is part of the fun of it," he

laughed. His hand raised and then slapped down on the pale white cheek of her
upturned ass, and he could hear her moaning against Ash's cunt, which in turn
set Ash off moaning as well. "But I suppose you're right,”

He stepped in closer, as he moved to line the head of his

cock up against Whitney's snatch, finding it extremely damp, swollen and
practically gaping open as if to invite him in further. He didn't take his
entry slow, but instead thrust like a battering ram, stuffing every inch of his
thick cock inside of her on the first go, until his hips were flush against her
ass, and she moaned feverishly into Ash's crotch.

"God, you're too good to your fucking whore,

Master," Nicolette whispered to him, her hands stroking along both his
chest and the back of his head, as she kissed his cheek and ear. "You
should give that slut a goal, though, something she should strive to achieve,
to show off what she's capable of."

His hand slapped Whitney's ass again, another loud crack of

flesh on flesh. "Tell you what, Whitney. Let's play a little game, shall
we? Who cums first?"

"She doesn't stand a chance against you, Master,"

Nicolette giggled. "It hardly seems fair."

"Oh, I'm not in this game, Nic," he replied,

licking his lips. "If you cum first, Whitney, then this is all you're
going to get for this evening, but, should you be able to make Aisling cum
before you do, well then,” His fingertip teased against her exposed asshole,
toying with it a little. "Then I'll have Nicolette grab me some lube and
I'll make sure you can't sit down comfortably for days. Does that  "

Aisling hissed in a sharp breath of air, and her thighs

widened much like her eyes, as a carnal moan burbled deliriously from her lips.
"Think you'd better get a move on, love," she said to him, breathily,
"because she's not fucking waiting. Jaysus, she's fookin' good a'
tha'."

'Oh hell,' Andy thought to himself. 'Aisling's accent

only gets dialed up like that when she can't think straight. Guess we're off to
the races.'

He suspected he was going to lose (and thus probably win)

this little game, but he wasn't going to make it easy for her, so he started to
piston pound Whitney's cunt with a fierce and seismic tempo, drilling forward
into her as his left hand on her hip yanked her back into each forward slam.
His other hand continued to swat and spank at her ass, trying to use as much of
the palm of his hand as he could.

"That's it, Master," Nicolette said, one of her

hands slithering down to move so that she could rub her fingertips against
Whitney's clit. "Make that fucktoy of yours work for it. She so
desperately wants to you own all her fucking holes like a good little
whore, but you shouldn't make it easy on her. You love that, don't you, slut?
Getting rammed like a good little bitch? Master knows how to fuck you,
doesn't he? You think you can succeed in the task he laid out for you?"

He could feel Nicolette's fingertips grinding and rubbing

against Whitney's clit, doing her best to try and make sure it was an actual
competition, but Aisling made it clear this was about to be over.

"Shit, love, I, I, I,” she said, her breath frantic and

almost desperate. "Fuck, I'm fookin' cumming!" Aisling's hands
grabbed onto her own tits and squeezed them as he saw her face scrunch up so
tightly he thought she might implode. And then suddenly, he saw Whitney's head
lean to one side, her fingers rubbing against Ash's cunt as the redhead began
to spray, a blast of clear liquid gushing from her like a drinking fountain
suddenly turned on, the arc high enough to blast some of it over Whitney's
shoulder and onto her back before Ash slumped back onto the couch, three
blasted groans firing off in quick, exhausted succession, delight and euphoria
slathered over her face. "Fucking hell," she whined. "That's
only the second time I've ever done that, my fucking toes tingle,”

"Well then," Andy started, "I guess that

I  "

Nicolette already had a tube of lube in her hand, popping

the top off it to drizzle it down the cleft of Whitney's pale ass, bringing her
fingertips from the girl's cunt up to smear that clear liquid into her flesh,
making sure to spread it around. "One step ahead of you, Master." She
also dripped some down onto his cock and smearing it on the base of his shaft,
using her fingers to jerk him a little when his prick wasn't lodged inside of
Whitney's cunt. "She's quite the little buttslut, Master," Nicolette
whispered into his ear. "But you can't take it easy on her. She wants to
fucking feel it."

"Then I'd better live up to my end of the

bargain," he chuckled, sliding the length of his cock out of her cunt
before he felt Nicolette lift him up, getting him angled and aligned properly before
hier other hand pushed on the back of his waist, and he greased his cock into
Whitney's tight little asshole as

the pale girl erupted in the most whorish moan he'd ever

heard, one so full of wanton desire than he almost wondered if she'd orgasmed
just from him sliding inside of her back door.

"Ffffffuck Master," Whitney whimpered. "Your

little fuckdoll's wanted this so much since she arrived, to be completely owned
and filled by you, to be complete again, to be owned again. Take your
pleasure from your whore's tight ass, Master, until you have marked all of your
territory. Complete her, Master. Complete your needy little slut!"

He'd gotten this lesson multiple times so he felt now was

the proper time to use it. He slid the fingers of his left hand along the back
of Whitney's neck, feeling the collar on her skin before his fingertips
penetrated into her hair, as close to the base of her hair as he could. Once
his fingers were good and deep, he bunched them up into a tight fistful of her
mane and gave her head a solid yank, feeling her knees buckle a little at the
sudden forceful gesture.

"That's it, Master," Nicolette dripped into his

ear. "Fucking let her have it."

With one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, he was

cranking into her with a savage intensity he'd not even been sure was in him
before that moment, his cock coring into her ass like he was trying to run her
through on his shaft, his hand in her hair making her back curl, her face
pointing directly at Ash's, as she continued to bubble with moans and whimpers.

Ash surprised him by reaching forward and slapping Whitney's

cheek. He couldn't tell how hard it was, but he suspected she'd only done it
with enough force to get her attention, because she didn't even give them the
ease off word. "Your mouth's not busy now, slut, so why's it so
quiet?" she said to her.

"Sorry Mistress. Please, Master, fuck your whore. Fuck

her ass. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it good and hard and fucking deep. She fucking
loves it. She loves being your good little fuckhole. She loves being your
little buttslut. It feels soooo fucking good, Master, feeling you
stretch her open. Fuck, she fucking loves it, Master. Hammer that ass.
Pound it. Break it. She can take it harder, Master. She wants it
harder. Rape her ass, Master," Whitney said, while he started to really go
to town on her, faster and coarser, making her reddened asscheeks clap into his
hips each time he impaled her.

"Maybe thank her for your orgasm, Ash," he said,

his own breath starting to quicken.

"Mmm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Aisling

teased. "But okay." She slid forward, moving to sit on the edge of
the couch before leaning forward to press her lips against Whitney's, her
tongue immediately being greeted by the other girl's as Whitney continued to
groan and squeal even as Andy railed her ass raw.

"Pump that cum up her ass so she's shitting it for

days, Master," Nicolette said, her tongue dragging against the shell of
his ear. "I bet it makes her cum so hard she fucking passes out." Her
fingertips had moved down to massage his balls. "I can feel these nuts
yearning to let loose, so do it, Master, flood that little slut's tight ass
with your spunk and let it make her cum. She's only holding off because you
haven't cum yet. C'mon, Master. Do it! Cream her ass!"

Between the spectacle of Ash and Whitney kissing,

Nicolette's fingers on his balls, her words in his ear and Whitney's tight
rectum trying to suffocate his cock, he was amazed he'd lasted as long as he
had, but even the iron fist must eventually relax, and his body simply made an
executive decision. He felt his eyes shut and his balls drew up as he cock
expunged a heavy load of sticky jism into Whitney's ass. As soon as the first
spurt escaped into her, she clamped down tight as a waterproof drum, keeping
him from moving as she attempted to squeeze and milk even more from him while
her body was consumed in the flame of the orgasm like a whitehot supernova.

His own stance was unsteady, and he felt Nicolette help keep

him from tipping over, even as he felt his cock immediately soften, and once
Whitney's asshole released its vicegrip of him, it immediately expelled his
shaft. As soon as he'd slipped out, he felt Nicolette's arm sliding between his
body and Whitney's. He glanced down to see that Nicolette had a silver plug
with a bejeweled end, which she eased into Whitney's asshole until it was
stoppered up, keeping his cum bottled up inside of her ass.

Ash nudged Andy to release his grip in Whitney's hair, and

slowly grabbed her by the shoulders, moving to help lay her down on top of the
footstool, as it seemed the pale girl had passed out in the shock of her
orgasm, the sensations powerful enough to short circuit her for a bit.

Nicolette nuzzled against his neck for a moment. "You

see, Master? You're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for.
She fucking loved that," she whispered, pausing for a long moment.
"She loves you. We both do."

He turned his head and kissed Nicolette softly, stroking her

face for a moment. "And I love you both as well, Nic. You'll get her up to
bed?"

Nicolette nodded. "She and I, we share a bed most

nights, so what's one more?" she giggled, moving to scoop up the frail
pale unconscious girl into her arms. "Night Master. Mistress." She
headed towards the doorway and off to their rooms.

Andy moved over to sit down next to Aisling, sliding an arm

around her neck, pulling her in for a very tender and gentle kiss. "You
think I did okay?"

"Ah sure look it," she said. "Whitney was

happy, Nicolette was happy, I'm grand,”

"As long as you're happy," he said.

"I thought you said you loved all the girls equally,

love," Ash teased.

"Hmm.. maybe, but you're first among equals, Ash. I

love you."

"You sap. I love y' too." She glanced at her Apple

Watch with sigh. "Damn, it's late. We should probably get to bed."

"We could," he teased, "or we could watch one

more episode and then get to bed."

"One episode, one shower and then bed

time."

"You're on."

Andy goes to Nathaniel to collect

on the favor he's owed.

Chapter 41

The next morning, Andy woke to a nearly empty bed, only

Aisling curled up beside him, and when he glanced down at his watch, he
realized why. It was nearly noon, which meant basically everyone who was
keeping regular hours had been up for a while now, but he and Ash tended to be
more night owl leaning, so they woke up later and went to bed later.

Ash was somewhere between awake and asleep when Andy

stretched out in the empty bed, and as he moved to sit up, she extended her
body as much as she could, like a cat waking up from a long nap in a sunbeam.
"We overslept again, didn't we?" she asked him.

"I prefer to think of it as sleeping exactly the

right amount."

"What's on your agenda for the day?"

"I'm going to head over to the Watkins house and see if

I can talk Nathan into bringing that woman Phil needs assigned into his
house," he sighed. "So hopefully Niko hasn't left the house."

"She said yesterday she was going to be around the

house basically for the next week or so, making sure everyone gets settled
in."

"I think most people are capable of that on their

own," Andy said.

"Sure, but until Lexi is up and running, Niko feels

like your personal security is her highest priority."

"What's she going to do if someone does show up? I

mean, I love Niko to death, but  "

"But nothing, love," Ash giggled. "She's got

several guns concealed in places around the house, should she need them."

"Why didn't she tell me this?"

"Because you'd worry, Andy," Ash said, running her

hand across her bare back. "You always worry. About everything. Why add more
onto the pile?"

"Because I deserve to know," he replied. "I

ought to know what's in my house that could kill me."

"See? You're already starting to worry." Ash

hopped out of bed, completely naked, heading towards the bathroom. "You
coming?"

After a nice long shower in his truly decadent bathroom, he

and Ash got dressed and headed down to grab lunch. The horde of his partners
had clearly already been through, because the dishwasher was running and Jenny
had set out a couple of sandwiches for him and Ash.

"Knew we weren't going to be up in time for the group

lunch, huh?" Andy said, sliding to sit down at the table in the kitchen.

"You were both up rather late last night, sir,"

Jenny said, sliding a bottle of Coke across to him. "Nobody wanted to wake
you, so everyone's just going about their day."

"I mean, if someone needed me, all they had to do was

wake me up."

"Of course, sir, but you've been doing an excellent job

of staying ahead of everyone's schedule for the past week that we all agreed
you probably needed a bit of rest and recovery."

"Jesus," Andy laughed, "was I really that

tired?"

"Let's put it this way, sir," Jenny said with a

soft smile. "Do you remember filling Lauren's needs early this
morning?"

His eyes widened a little bit. "I slept through that?"

"That you did, sir."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. This

seemed like a good chance to try out the app that Whitney had been coding in
her spare time. She'd told him that she would be continually updating it, but
had installed a test version on his phone that would connect to the tablet's
app. His version would just be a reflection of that for the time being, and he
couldn't update it, but he could at least check everyone's status without
having to go over to that one specific iPad.

Sure enough, it had been updated this morning with Lauren

having apparently gotten a load from him sometime early this morning, and he
realized he'd just slept entirely through it. He felt a little embarrassed by
it, but Ash just started giggling, which put him slightly off.

"Oh relax, babe," she said to him, as he started

to dig into his lunch. "You were having something of an erotic dream, an'
Lauren thought it would just take a little nudge to get you over the finish
line, so she sucked a little and was able to do it without rousing you from the
dream."

"And she's not mad?"

Ash giggled furiously for half a second. "That you gave

her what she wanted? Not in the least, love. She was trying not to wake
you up, so for her, this was mission success."

"Well, if that's what she wanted," he said,

shaking his head a little. The "do by" dates on the scheduling app
were color coded,  green, yellow, orange and red, with red being "if
it doesn't happen today, she's probably going to just take it from you"
level of severity. He'd actually been very active over the last week,
and so almost all the girls were in the green, with just a couple in the yellow
and one lonely person in the orange. Niko. "Do you know where Niko is,
Jenny?"

"She went back to sit watch outside of Lexi's room,

Master Rook," Jenny said to him. "She said if you needed her, you
could find her there. She said there was something, unusual about Lexi's
imprinting process." Jenny's eyes looked at him with a touch of
nervousness. "Should I be, worried, sir?"

"On the contrary, Jenny, I think you'll probably be

delighted when she wakes up. In fact, you should keep your schedule open today,
so that when she wakes up, you have the chance to both orient her here in the
house and to catch up with her. I think having her oldest friend around will
help a lot, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Jenny said with a smile. "But

weren't you planning on leaving the house for a while today? Shouldn't you take
Lexi with you for security?"

"Lexi's going to need a few more days to acclimate

before she's ready to take over security detail, so I'll just take Niko with
me, since she's apparently been keeping a small arsenal concealed around the
house without me even knowing about it."

"I knew about it," Nicolette said with a grin,

sashaying into the room. "But then again, maids have always been the house
keeper of secrets, dating back generations."

"And because you helped her conceal the weapons in

places I wasn't going to stumble into."

"Oh, you make it sound so tawdry, Master,"

Nicolette said with a wink. "If it makes you feel better, you could bend
me over your lap and paddle my ass until it's the same shade of red as Mistress
Ash's hair."

"Oh no," Andy said, waving a hand, "you would

enjoy that far too much for that to be any form of punishment."

Nicolette clicked her tongue with a shrug. "My loss

then, I suppose."

"I'm going to take this to my office and get to work,

babe," Ash said to him, kissing his cheek, as she picked up the plate with
her sandwich on it. "I'll see you tonight at dinner, and remember,
Nathaniel Watkins may seem like a good guy, but he's still not entirely
trustworthy, okay?"

"Got it," he said, stopping her from walking away,

pulling her back so he could give her an actual kiss, lips to lips rather than
on his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you more," she said, heading off down the

hallway, leaving him in the kitchen with Nicolette and Jenny.

Just as he was finishing his sandwich, his phone squawked at

him. He'd set his phone text message sound to be a sound clip from Monty Python
& The Holy Grail, so whenever someone texted him, he'd hear the sound of an
arrow shooting into someone followed by "Message for you sir!" He
picked up the phone and saw it was from Niko. "Come to Lexi's room,
ASAP."

"Nicolette, can you clean this up for me?" he

said, gesturing to the plate.

"But sir," Jenny said, "I can  "

"No, I need you to come with me, Jenny. I think your

friend Lexi's woken up."

"Oh. Oh! Yes sir, of course sir!"

"Don't worry, boss, I got it," Nicolette said.

Andy rose to his feet and started to move down the hallway

towards the stairs before he realized Jenny was walking a couple of paces
behind him. He stopped, put his hands on his hips and turned to look back at
her. "Really?"

"Should, should I not? Sir?"

"Walk behind me?" he said with a scowl. "I

catch you doing it again, and I'll paddle your ass, and I know for a
fact you wouldn't enjoy it like Nicolette would. This is your friend
we're going to see, Jenny. There's no reason to be nervous."

"No one will tell me why Lexi's imprinting is

different than normal, sir."

He gestured for her to move along with him, and when she was

finally in step next to him, they started up the stairs. "You're going to
see in just a minute or so, and it's not a bad thing, Jenny, I promise,
okay? Trust me. Have I given you any reason not to trust me?"

"No sir."

"Good, then c'mon."

Once on the second story, they headed down the hallway to

Lexi's room, and the chair Niko had placed outside was empty, which Andy
assumed meant she was inside. He knocked on the door, and Niko's voice
answered. "C'mon in, Andy."

Andy and Jenny moved into the room, seeing that Niko was

sitting on the edge of the bed, and Lexi was wrapped up in a sheet, talking
quietly with the other woman.

"Hey Lexi, how are you feeling?" Andy said.

"It's, It's a little overwhelming, Andy," Lexi

said. "Nobody said this shit was gonna happen."

"What shit?" Jenny said, concern in her voice.

"Jenny?" Lexi said, turning to look over her

shoulder at them. "Hey, easy. I'm fine, okay?"

"What does that mean Lex?" Jenny said,

looking like she was about to cry. "What shit happened?"

Lexi sighed, standing up from the bed, still wrapped in the

sheet before she turned to walk over towards them, and then finally let the
sheet fall to the floor.

There she stood in all her naked glory, having not put on a

stitch of clothing since she woke up, obviously, but as beautiful as she was,
that wasn't what Jenny was staring at. "Where, where did your scars
go?" she said, reaching forward, although Lexi was quick to extend a hand
out to prevent Jenny from touching her.

"Careful," she cautioned. "It's all,

incredibly sensitive right now. Niko was just telling me what happened."

Niko smiled warmly from her perch on the bed. "So about

one in ten people who are imprinted go through some level of cellular
regeneration. It can range from small to severe, and nobody on the base seems
to know what causes it or how much it's going to revert. In Lexi's case, it
looks like the entire accident scar got healed up, so Nicolette's going to have
a hell of a time cleaning up her bed. There's an entire layer of skin
here, and as gross as that is, it's what she's been doing for the last couple
of days. Her body's been repairing itself. I knew there was a chance of it
happening, but I didn't want to mention it in case it didn't happen. No point
in getting your hopes up, right?"

Lexi's hand smoothed over her own torso, shivering a little

at her own fingertips. "That's, it's so goddamn tender."

"They're entirely new nerves, Lexi, so you'll

have to be very careful for the next week or so as you get used to having all
that feeling back. You're going to be hypersensitive until your body readjusts
to all the nerve endings working again," Niko said. "As much as it
sucks, I would recommend you definitely not engage in any funtime with Andy for
at least a week. By then, your body should be able to handle the
sensations."

Lexi moved over to her dresser and opened it, taking out a

sports bra and a pair of panties, pulling them on, wincing a little bit as she
tugged the bra into place.

"Does that hurt?" Jenny asked with concern.

"It's, it's more like a sunburn more than

anything," Lexi said. "It's weird. It's very hard to describe."
She grabbed a pair of pants and a very loose t shirt, slipping into them.

"So, this is going to sound strange," Niko said,

"but how much do you remember about the accident that scarred you,
Lexi?"

Lexi's brow furrowed a little bit. "That's strange too.

I remember it in vivid detail still, but now it feels, it feels almost like
something I saw, rather than something I experienced? Like I saw it happen to
someone else up close, but, it doesn't feel as personal. Is that unusual?"

Niko shook her head with a smile, standing up off the bed.

"Not really. If the serum decides to go on a healing streak, it also tends
to sort of disassociate any memories tied to the injury, like it's trying to
heal the mind as well. You're probably going to find that a lot of old stress
triggers you used to have aren't there any more, because there's nothing to
flashback to."

"Wait." Lexi turned to look at Niko, her eyes

widening a lot. "Are you telling me my PTSD is, it's just gone?"

"Not entirely, but mostly, yeah."

Lexi threw her arms around Niko in a giant hug, burying her

face in Niko's neck, and Andy could hear her tearing up a little. "You
know the guy who created this serum, right?"

"I know some of the people who worked on

it, yeah."

"You tell them thank you, from me. Tell them they're

doing God's work, and that they should know that this is nothing short of a
miracle, what they've brought me back from." Lexi pulled back and lifted
one of her hands up to wipe the tears from her eyes with a smile. "For the
first time in years, I feel like me again."

"Hey, you just help me keep him safe, and

we'll call it even, okay?" Niko said with a grin.

Lexi's head turned to look at Andy, as she pulled away from

Niko and rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him down
into a kiss as warm as summer sunlight over the Pacific Ocean. After a little
bit, she slipped back, looking up at him. "I am going to protect you with
every fiber of my being, Andy, and if that means I take a bullet for you, I
will do it a thousand times over, and I will do it gladly."

"Hey now, I'm just  " he said, before she

shut him up with another kiss, her hand stroking along the back of his shaved
head.

"You're just the most important man in my goddamn life,

Rook," she whispered to him. "Now and for always. God gave me a
mission, and that mission is to keep your naive, overly trusting ass safe, so
it's not just my mission, it's my fucking way of life from now on, you
hear me?"

Words Ash had said to him not so long ago still rung in his

ear, so he responded the only way he knew he should. "Thank you,
Alexis."

"No no," Lexi said, shaking her head with a wide

smile, "thank you, Andrew Goddamn Rook." She giggled a little.
"And I'm sure Enrique thanks you too," she said, tilting her head
towards the beefcake poster that still hung on the wall.

'Assuming he's still alive,' Andy thought to himself, but

didn't say aloud.

"So I know you brought me on to be your bodyguard,

but  "

"You're taking a week to get acclimated and adjusted,

Lexi," he said. "I want you and Jenny to get caught up, have a day of
it, and she can answer any questions you have about the house, me, New Eden or
anything else. After a couple of days of R&R, you and Niko can talk it
over, work out how you two want to split time as my bodyguards, although Niko's
certainly going to have to start winding that down once she gets further
along."

"Further along?" Lexi asked.

Niko smiled and patted her stomach.

"Oh shit! Congratulations! I didn't even know! How far

along are you?"

"Just a couple of months in," Niko said.

"Maybe a little more."

"Having a pregnant bodyguard's no good," Lexi scolded.

"Why the fuck do you think I was so glad you showed

up?" Niko laughed.

"Yeah, okay, I guess you're right there."

"So you best do your goddamn job, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," Lexi said, offering Niko a little

salute.

"Anyway, why don't we let the two of you spend some

time reconnecting and we can talk again later, okay?" Andy said.

"You got it, Rook," Lexi said to him. "But in

a week's time, you owe me a nice dinner and some dancing."

"I've got two left feet, Lex," he said with an

embarrassed chuckle.

"That's okay," she said, moving over to grab

Jenny's hand with her own before moving to scoot past them, slapping him on the
ass as she did. "The kind of dancing I'm talking about we can do lying
down. Adios!"

She and Jenny darted down the hallway giggling like they

were freshmen in college all over again, as Niko moved to stand alongside him.
"Looks like that choice worked out pretty well for all parties
involved," she said, sliding her arm around his waist.

"Let's hope so, because I'm going to be putting my life

in her hands regularly."

"Not just yours, but all of ours," Niko said.

"That's why I vetted her myself as well after you'd chosen her."

"Oh yeah?" he said. "And what else do I need

to know?"

"There's nothing to be concerned about, but maybe one thing

you should know," Niko admitted as the two of them walked out of
Lexi's room. "She got hit with that molotov cocktail when she was helping
to evacuate some women and children from a village one of the cartels was
rolling into. She'd been told to flee to higher ground, but she refused to
leave until she'd gotten everybody out. The company took a harsh view on
someone who went off script, but she was a good enough agent that they were
willing to let her keep going, until the scars proved to be too recognizable
and they had to retire her from active duty." Niko squeezed his hip.
"She's one of the good ones, Andy. When she said she'll protect your life
with her own, she wasn't kidding, so be sure to respect that. I know you will,
though."

"Speaking of respecting the need for protection, I need

to head over to the Watkins house today to talk to Nathaniel for a bit, and I
know you stressed I shouldn't go anywhere without protection so  "

"So you're letting me know we're going out for a bit

today, got it," Niko said, and Andy could already see the wheels spinning
in her head. "You ate lunch already?"

"I did," he said. "How about you?"

"Affirmative," she said, and the change in tone

was something he noticed, as if she was putting on her business hat for a time.
"Let me go and get a sidearm and I'll meet you in the garage, okay?"

"Okay, see you down there."

Niko headed off in one direction and he headed off in the

other, starting to walk down the hallway, although as he approached the
stairwell, he could hear moaning coming from behind the door closest to the
stairs.

Sarah and Emily's studio.

The door was closed, but he opened it just a little to peek

his head in and found the two of them naked and sixty nining one another in the
center of the room, Sarah's body beneath Emily's, her face pushed up against
Emily's cunt. Emily was clearly trying to do the same at least some of the
time, but Sarah seemed to know exactly how to push every one of Emily's
buttons, as she squirmed and writhed atop the much taller woman, her hand
balling into a fist to hit against the floor, as if trying to clear her head
for a moment. Andy grinned a little, and pulled the door quietly shut once
more.

The two women had been a couple before either of them had

met him, so he was glad to see they were still enjoying the pleasure of each
other's company without him around; he simply hoped they had the good sense not
to turn the cameras in their studio on while they were doing it. A lesser man
might have felt jealous, but Andy actually felt relieved, as it meant their
relationship hadn't been damaged by their injection into his family.

'Oh Christ,' he thought to himself. 'I was supposed to take

care of Taylor, Hannah and Asha last night. I better go talk to them.'

He took his phone out and texted Niko, "Gonna be 5 10.

Have to do one thing first."

"Roger," she shot back.

"No, Andy," he typed in amusement, "but I'll

tell Roger you said hi."

She shot back the eyerolling emoji at him, as he turned and

headed back down the hallway to the room that Hannah and Asha had converted
into a mock dorm room until college campuses opened back up again. He knocked
on the door, and heard Hannah say, "Come on in!" from inside.

Andy opened the door and sighed, standing in the doorway.

Both of the girls were at their desks, each of them with a stack of textbooks,
Hannah studying Spanish while Asha looked like she was doing her economics
homework.

"Hey Daddy, what's up?"

"I just wanted to apologize," he said with a sigh.

"I know we'd agreed that I'd take care of you two with Taylor yesterday
but,”

Hannah grinned at him, bounding across the room to throw her

arms around his neck, her curvy body pressing firmly against his. "You got
busy, Daddy," she teased. "Shit happens. It's been a crazy fucking
week, between 60 Minutes, Fi, Mo, Xander coming by, then Jade, Lexi and
Maya, not to mention your heart to heart with Piper and Whitney seeing if she
could bring the bastard out of you." She kissed at his neck while giving
his ass a squeeze with both hands, and he could feel those thick nipples of
hers pressing firm against his chest through her t shirt. "I know that I
was on the 20th, so if we'd gotten past that without you taking care
of us, we'd have said something, but we wanted to be understanding and
patient."

"Speak for yourself, Biggo," Asha said with a

grin.

"Oh, she's just teasing, Daddy," Hannah said.

"You can take care of us tonight after Taylor gets back from work. One
day's delay isn't gonna cause anyone to lose their shit." The Asian
teenager rolled her eyes with a giggle. "Taylor completely understands
that sometimes time frames get muddled."

"She should've mentioned our appointment last night at

dinner, to remind me," Andy sighed, feeling a little like he'd let them
down.

"Hey hey hey, Mister Daddy Man," she said, looking

up at him with those brown eyes. "If it had been a big deal, she would've,
but we knew Whitney was worried that you and her weren't settled right yet, so
we let her cut in line. I mean, they asked us about it."

Andy turned his head to one side. "And why didn't

anyone tell me about this little shift swap?"

"Because where's the fun in that, Daddy?" Hannah

said, licking her lips with a wink. "Anyway, it gave us more time to work
out our plan for what we wanted to do for our first foursome."

"First?" Andy asked, but Hannah just grinned back

at him. "You three have some devious plan cooked up, don't you?"

Hannah kissed at his collarbone and gave his cock a squeeze

through his jeans. "Now don't you go spoiling our fun, Daddy. We'll see
you tonight, after dinner, m'kay?"

"Don't make me regret agreeing to this," he said,

as the curvy cheerleader pulled away from him and scooted back over to her
desk.

"Don't worry, Daddy," Hannah said to him as he

moved over to Asha, leaning down to give her a kiss, one that she held onto
longer than he expected her to. "We'll make sure your balls are drained
dry before we send you off to bed."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he laughed, heading

back out of the room, walking down the stairs before heading over to the
garage.

Andy headed down to the garage and found Niko leaning

against the car, a grin on her face. "Where'd you stop?"

"Over to let Hannah and Asha know how badly I felt

about forgetting about our appointment with them yesterday, and to tell Taylor
as well."

"Yeah, they swapped with Whitney for last night. We all

heard about it."

"Everybody heard about it, but me?"

"They didn't tell you?" Niko said, a sly smile on

her face. "Huh. Wonder how they could've possibly forgotten about
it."

"I swear, you're all going to be the death of me,"

he said, heading over towards the driver's side of the car before noticing Niko
staring at him.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked him.

"To drive?"

"Nah," she laughed. "You don't do that any

more."

Andy's brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, you can do it around the yard a bit if you

want," Niko said, "but any time you're leaving this property from now
on, either I'm driving or Lexi is."

"Is this  "

"Necessary? Yes, it absolutely is, hon," she

sighed. "I wish it wasn't, but for the immediate future, you're gonna be
driven around by professionals. Now get in."

Andy sighed in return, shaking his head, walking around the

car before getting in the front passenger's side seat. "I'm not happy
about it."

"I gathered that," she said, climbing into the

Tesla's driver's seat. "Hopefully it won't be forever."

During the drive across New Eden, Andy tried not to think

too much about how much his life was going to be changing, and Niko made it a
point to try and keep him talking. They discussed what the new security
protocols were going to be and how he needed to be more aware of them moving
forward, something that still wasn't sitting well with him, no matter how
important he agreed it was.

"I know, babe, but pouting about it isn't going to

help," she said to him, as the vehicle pulled up to the gate at the
Watkins estate. She turned on the vehicle's exterior cameras, checking behind
them and to the sides before she rolled the window down and pushed the button.
A few seconds later, a voice emerged from the speaker, one neither of them was
familiar with. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Niko Redwolf, here with Andy Rook, to see

Nathaniel Watkins?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, we don't, but if you tell him it's Andy Rook,

he'll probably make an exception," Niko said, amusement in her voice.

"Wait there."

Niko looked over at Andy and grinned. "You know if he

doesn't open this gate, I could probably just drive right through it?"

"Let's give him a couple of minutes, huh?"

A minute or so later, the gate buzzed and began to open.

"Think they heard me?" she asked him as she rolled

the window back up.

"The world may never know."

The car drove up the driveway and pulled to the front of the

house where Andy was surprised to see Benny standing on the steps, a sheepish
look on his face.

"Benny?" Niko said. "Shit, I may have to use

my gun after all."

"Let's give him a chance. C'mon."

They got out of the car and moved over towards the stairs.

"Hello, Mr. Rook," Benny said, looking down at his feet. "I, I
wanted to apologize for the way I was acting before. I've, I've been having
some issues with my father, and, well, that turned into me trying to take them
out on you."

Andy arched an eyebrow. "You do know that all

this started because you were being ridiculously inconsiderate to Hannah, don't
you?"

Benny nodded. "Yessir, I see that now. I'd like to say

I came to that conclusion on my own, but, well, Deborah's been talking to me a lot
and I realize I haven't been the best person, so, I just wanted you to know I'm
very sorry for how I was acting, and that I'm going to strive to do better. And
the next time I see Hannah, I'll apologize to her as well. Anyway, my dad's
waiting for you in his study, so I'll take you there, if that's alright."

The boy's sudden about face had Andy a little suspicious,

but he never wanted to be accused of not giving someone a second chance, so he
shrugged. "Sure, Benny, that'll be fine."

The young man didn't say another word to them as he led them

into the building. The Watkins mansion was at least three or four times the
size of the Rook house, something Andy wasn't sure if he found impressive or
tacky and overblown. Maybe both, he thought to himself.

He hoped that he wouldn't run into Erin, and thankfully, the

walk to the study was direct and they didn't seem to bump into any member of
the Watkins household on the way. The house was decorated with expensive
artwork all over the walls, but nothing seemed to feel particularly like it fit
in, as if everything was bought because it was expensive, not because it fit
in. More than anything, it reminded Andy of how Benny was dressed the last time
Andy had seen him, although now the young man seemed to be sticking to just one
fashion designer, which was a start towards progress.

"Ah Andrew," Nathaniel said as they walked into

the room. "Whatever do I owe the pleasure to?"

Nathaniel was behind the desk in a very nice study, and this

room, unlike the hallways, had an almost laser like precision in the style
involved, which was to say it was all very neo modern, sharp lines and angles,
mostly black and white contrasting tones with only the occasional splash of
color. This was clearly the room Nathaniel had decorated himself.

There were two additional desks in the room, one against

either wall, a beautiful woman sitting behind each of them, a very pale blonde
at one and a very dark skinned African American brunette at the other.

"Hey Nate, I appreciate you taking the time to see

me," he said. "Remember how you said you owed me a favor still? Well,
I think I'm here to ask if I can collect on that."

"Of course, Andrew," he said, gesturing to the two

chairs in front of his desk. "Will you and Miss Redwolf take a seat? You
can tell me all about it."

They moved to take a chair as Niko smiled a little.

"You know my last name?"

"My dear, I know every member of the entire Rook

household," Nathaniel said with a smile. "My Eliza would have my hide
if I didn't make it a point to learn as much as I could about my new
friends."

"You need anything else, Dad?" Benny asked.

"Thank you, Benjamin. That'll be all."

"Sorry again, Mr. Rook," Benny said, giving a

little bow. "I'll do better. Promise." He backed up to the door,
slipped out and pulled the doors closed behind him.

"Hannah wasn't kidding," Nathaniel said to them.

"Deb really did seem to know how to knock some sense into the boy. She's
ten times the father I've ever been."

"Aren't you going to introduce us to the members of

your family here, Nate?" Andy asked.

Nathaniel smiled, spreading his hands out. "Where are

my manners? This is Bridgette," he said, gesturing to the blonde,
"and this is Rosalyn," he said, gesturing to the brunette.
"Ladies, this is Andrew Rook and his partner 2nd Lieutenant
Niko Redwolf."

"Charmed," Rosalyn said.

"Very nice to meet you two," Bridgette agreed,

"but you'll have to excuse us. The market closes in less than an hour, so
we are a little busy."

"Carry on like we aren't even here," Rosalyn said.

"So what's this favor you need from me, Andrew?"

Watkins said to them. "You need me to find a home for another woman for
you?"

"I'm afraid so, and this one has a few weird strings

attached to it."

"How weird?" Nathaniel looked more curious than

upset, as if the mystery was intriguing him.

"So she's already imprinted to someone else, but we may

have a way to, well, transfer her from him on to you."

"Ah yes, the dead man's switch method," Nathaniel

said with a nod. "I've heard about it, naturally, but haven't had to try
it."

"No, that's not,” Andy started.

"Wait, how do you know about the dead man's

switch method?" Niko asked.

"My dear, when we were given this miracle serum, I made

it a point to make sure I was connected and got the inside line on everything
there possibly was to know about it, because the last thing I wanted was
something coming back to bite me in the ass because I wasn't paying
attention."

"Except that that particular information happens

to be classified," Niko said.

"Yes, well, if you help something go into mass

production, they tend to be a bit more lenient about those sorts of
things," Nathaniel chuckled. "So if it's not that, then what is
it?"

"Pardon the implication, but," he said, gesturing

to the two women, "how far do you trust these two women?"

"With my very life, Andrew," Nathaniel said.

"Anything you could tell me, you can tell them."

"So this woman claims to have a way to reassign a woman

from one man to another without the man being dead first," Andy
told him. "But she wants to be assigned to someone comfortably wealthy
before she'll give up the research."

"You're comfortably wealthy," Nathaniel grinned.

"Why not you?"

"My wealth isn't known at this point,

Nate," Andy said. "Not like yours is. I could tell her I was rich,
but I don't think she'll believe me, whereas with you, well, I was thinking
maybe you could take her into your family, because I think most people in
America know you're very rich."

"How do you know this woman's telling the truth?"

"That's just it, Nate. She's volunteering to be the

test subject to prove that the approach works."

"This approach, is it scalable?"

"Not yet," Niko admitted. "No. But just

getting to see it working, and to analyze all that data, it might be enough to
let us get some better research. Consider this the Rosetta Stone."

"Is the woman smart and good looking?"

Andy shrugged. "I don't have the answer to either of

those questions."

Nathaniel frowned a little. "I'd hoped to close off my

family and not add anyone else to it, but I suppose I did promise you
that I'd owe you a favor, and if you think this would be beneficial, well, I
can't have anyone saying that Nathaniel Watkins didn't do his part for the
country. When do we get started?"

"On the 21st, the day after tomorrow."

"Why not sooner?"

"I need to get a complete list of instructions from the

person organizing all of this," Andy said. "I'll have that tomorrow,
and so we can go and get it done the morning of the 21st."

"I can't do the morning of that day, but I can do

afternoon, if that'll be alright," Watkins said, looking at his calendar.

"If that's what it has to be, then that's what it has

to be," Andy agreed.

"So how do we do this?"

"We'll come by here on that day and pick you up, then

bring you both back to here."

"Me and Octavia," Nathaniel said. "If I

didn't bring at least one member of my security with me, my wife would have my
balls. You understand, I hope."

"I've got a member of my security right

here," he said, squeezing Niko's hand. "So of course I
understand."

Nathaniel nodded. "Excellent. Then I'll see you in a

few days. It sounds like this should be quite the adventure."

"Let's hope so," Andy said, "and hope that

the woman in question is telling the truth."

"If she isn't," Nathaniel says, "it's her own

life she's putting on the line."

As they were getting into the car, Andy saw Erin watching

down from one of the third story windows. Niko leaned over and kissed him,
making sure Erin had an eyeful before she pulled back. "That didn't seem
like it went too badly," she said to him as she clicked the seatbelt
closed.

"Whenever things seem like they went well," Andy

grumbled, "that's usually the sign that shit's about to break off."

"Then I think it went horribly," she said with a

laugh, shifting the car into drive.

As they drove across New Eden, heading back to the house,

Andy noticed that Niko was constantly looking around them, and refused to have
music on, which was the thing that bothered him the most. But she said that
until she'd gotten a very good handle on the whole mini town, she couldn't have
music distracting her.

The drive didn't have any incidents, however, and as soon as

they got back to Rook Manor, Niko got past their gate and took a little detour,
around to the back of the garage, behind the house, as Andy looked over at Niko
with a raised eyebrow.

"Now you can put on your music, hon," Niko said to

him with a smile. "I wanted us to have a little one on one time."

"Anything in particular you wanted to listen to?"

"Put on something without lyrics, something that we can

have a nice slow relaxing screw to. Although we should definitely go into the
back seat," she said, opening the door to get out before getting into the
back.

Andy picked up his phone and glanced through his music

collection before settling on Mogwai, choosing their 'Mr. Beast' album, placing
his phone in the little cradle before moving into the backseat. "I feel
like you've been so busy the last few days," he told her, as she pulled
her shirt up and over her head, a dark blue sports bra on underneath it. She'd
kicked off her shoes before he'd gotten into the car again, so he did the same.
"I hope that's okay."

She grinned at him, trailing a fingertip down his nose

before tapping on the end of it. "You are taking care of the sexual needs
of twenty women, baby," Niko said, tugging his shirt up, setting it
aside. "That means if you spend ten minutes with each girl each day,
that's over three hours out of your day. We're not all going to see you
every day, and if we were getting pissed off about that, we'd all be angry all
the time, so we all agreed that as long as you're giving us an hour of
uninterrupted time each week, we'll make it work. It's all about scheduling,
and right now, scheduling is the last thing I want to talk about, okay?"

"Whatever you say, honey." His hands reached down

and pulled that sports bra up, as he leaned his head down to press his lips to
one of her tan nipples, pursing them together to buzz as he felt her hand
squeezing firmly against the back of his neck.

"Even without the chemicals, Andy, I have to say,

you're, you're really fucking good at that,” she whimpered, her other
hand reaching down to rub his cock through his jeans. "But I need to kiss
you." She pulled his head and locked lips with him.

Niko had always felt a little like the girl in school who

was too cool for him, so when the two of them made out, he felt especially
lucky, even knowing that they were engaged to get married, and that she was
carrying their child.

Her hands started unbuttoning his jeans, reaching in to

slide her fingers down to grab at his cock, as she started leaning back onto
the seat, pulling him down on top of her. "So, is it weird to tell you
I've never fucked in the backseat of a car before?" she giggled at him in
between kisses.

"You never fooled around as a teenager?" he said

with a laugh.

"Oh I did, babe, but never in the back of a car,"

she said. "In a sleeping bag. In my bed while his folks weren't home. On a
blanket under the stars. In a lake a couple of times. But I just never did it
like this."

"So, wanna?"

"Fuck yes," she said with a laugh, starting

to push her jeans and pants down with a little shimmy, shucking them off quickly
before folding them up, putting them behind her head like a pillow. "You
don't even have to take your pants all the way off. Just get them down enough
to get inside of me. Get'em off, get'em off, get'em off!"

Andy worked to get his jeans and his boxers down to his

knees, but before he could pull them any further, Niko took one of her legs and
hooked it around his waist, pulling him on top of her, reaching down to get his
cock aligned before groaning as he slid inside of her, her face softening a
bit.

"I know you think I'm keeping secrets from you, Andy,

but I promise you, baby, I'm only doing what I have to do, okay? Not because I
want to, but because I have to. You believe me, right?"

His hand brushed along her cheek tenderly. "Hey. Niko.

I trust you, and I love you, okay?"

A single tear dropped from her eyes as she smiled and nodded

at him, leaning up to kiss him again. "I love you too, Andy. And I'll tell
you as much as I can as soon as I can. But for now, let's just be a couple of
stupid teenagers fucking in the back of a car before our parents catch
us."

He'd only had sex in the back of a car once himself, and

that had been almost twenty years ago, so this was a strange walk down memory
lane, but he liked to think his technique had improved, and so he started to
thrust, rocking his hips in a steady and rhythmic tempo, as she held close to
him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Oh god yes. Umm." She

moaned and squealed beneath him, but her position didn't give her much
leverage, and so Andy wanted to be sure he was keeping a good pace and hitting
all her best spots, and he felt her fingertips starting to squeeze harder, that
sign that she was nearing her orgasm. "Come in me, Andy. C'mon. Love me.
Love me like I love you. Fuck I love you so fucking much, baby. Do it."

Niko began to squeal and whimper like a chipmunk, her

breaths shaky and just as he was about to cum, she grabbed the back of his
neck, pulling him down to lock her lips against his, forcing her tongue right
into his mouth, and as soon as he felt her clamp her cunt on his cock, he knew
and so did she, and together, they both exploded in an intense orgasm.

A couple of minutes later, Niko started giggling and he

looked down at her quizzically.

"We have to clean the seats before we put the car

back," she said.

"I think I can handle that," he said with a laugh.

"I think I can handle you."

"I'm pretty sure you just demonstrated that."

Niko grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks babe."

by CorruptingPower for Literotica.





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