Chapter 3-3

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The day of the impregnation, Tamara was still getting used to the luxury of the penthouse that she had been given. Sure enough, it was a suite that was beyond anything that she could imagine. It was larger than the home her parents had lived in for the past seventeen years of their life—the home they had upgraded to. This was something magnificent and powerful that made her want to scream and dance, running through the entire thing and explore every room and the amazing balcony that was hers with a hot tub beckoning her to relax and sink into the simmering waters of pure comfort and relief. But there was a sinister cloud that hung over everything in this place and she couldn’t shake the fact that she was being prostituted out to Matterhorn Group. This was the dark truth of her fortunes and she was going to have to come to terms with that. Mr. Garrett had been right about that and it was gnawing at her with each passing moment. She was going to have to sign the contract or everything that she hoped to earn from this dark period in her life would be gone. She had to remember that she was here for a reason. In the end, she was going to have to give up a child anyway, so why didn’t she just make it her own. It was a lost child, regardless. That made her feel cold and callous, but as she walked through the suite, she knew that this was something that she was going to be fine with. That was something she had also come to terms with. Not only was she breaking down her defenses, crumbling them over the passage of time, but she realized that it was something she was going to be okay with in the end. After all, she wasn’t dumping her child in a dumpster or leaving him in a back alley. Her child was going to have the best life that a child could ever hope for. Even with five million dollars in her bank account, she wasn’t going to be able to give him what Denton and the others at the Matterhorn Group would be able to. This was for the best. When she had come to terms with that, she found that she was able to relax and actually enjoy what it was that she was slipping into. She was able to explore the suite and to focus on the last real obstacle that she had in her path and that was whether or not she was going to actually sleep with Denton. When he had brought her up to the penthouse, he had been a gentleman and everything that she could have hoped for in a man. He answered any question she had, avoiding the secrecy that she would have expected from his kind and even though she was angry and rude, he was polite with her. She realized that he could have thrown her into a dungeon and raped her for days until they were certain she was pregnant if they wanted to and would have the legal ability to get away with it, but he was being genteel about the whole thing. That was strange and welcoming to her and when she looked into his eyes, she knew that there was something more there than the desire to have an heir. She could feel it in the air around him. He wanted her. That was something that she also liked a lot, because truthfully, she wanted him. When she lay in her plush, luxurious bed, all she could think about was how much she wanted the handsome stranger that she had just met. She wanted him under the sheets with her and as she reached her hands down below the sheets and touched herself, she could only wonder what it would feel like to have him touch her. What was he like in bed? She wanted to know so badly. In the end, all she could think about was the fact that she was going to be getting pregnant, so why shouldn’t she enjoy it? Why shouldn’t she get some carnal enjoyment out of this as well as some financial stability? She had come this far and beaten out all the other women who had wanted this. She should enjoy it. But was that crossing a line that she had best not cross? A knock came at her door. Her heart began to pound as she knew that the moment of her decision was upon her and it wouldn’t be much longer until she was either going to be on an operating table or Denton’s bed. Either way, she was going to have a tiny little person inside of her by the end of the day. Or so that was the plan. She had taken the fertility tests and they had done the examinations earlier in the week when she was going through the pain of the final phases of the application process. Walking toward the door, she was painfully aware of the fact that she was wearing yoga pants, a tank top, and a long cardigan that dangled around her knees at the end. Wrapping herself up and painfully aware of the fact that she hadn’t put a bra on either, she reached for the polished handle of the door and opened it to find exactly who she was expecting and terrified of seeing standing right in front of her with the smuggest smile in the world on his face. “Today’s the day,” Denton said with a soft grin on his lips. “Are you excited?” “That’s one word for it,” she said nervously. “There’s no pressure on which one you choose,” Denton said, letting himself in and walking toward the living room where he sat down on one of the immaculate white, leather sofas that Tamara was still too nervous to sit down on. “I like to believe that I’m a great guy and I would love to spend the evening with you. Honestly, you’re probably one of the most down to earth and normal women in my life and I respect that a lot about you. I would love to have the opportunity to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Whether that means you let me stay the night with you or you go with the medical route, it’ll make me happy knowing that you’re satisfied.” “You really know how to woo a girl,” Tamara said with a teasing smile on her lips. “Well, I would gladly give it everything I have,” Denton said to her with a smile across his lips that was so inviting that she found the whole thing impossibly distracting. How could someone look this good and how could someone truly make her feel this way when she was in such a horrible and strange position? “I don’t get out of this building a whole lot. You wouldn’t believe it, but the life of a mythical creature has gotten a whole lot more boring over the passing of the years. It used to be that we got to run around causing terror and fear wherever we wanted or had to. Now, it’s all stocks, meetings, and foreign assets. I wish I could go back in time and have a moment with whoever thought being a businessman would be more fun than being a mythical monster.” “You sound like you’re actually lamenting the fact that you can’t run amok and cause mass devastation,” Tamara raised an eyebrow toward him. “Isn’t that the dream?” Denton asked her with a shrug. “People are always looking for the fantasy where there are no rules or consequences to their actions. That’s why zombies are so popular. We want a frontier where there are no rules and there are no harsh responses to whatever it is we want. We want to take what we desire and not have to apologize for it or cut through red tape or jump through a million different hoops that only make us more discouraged and angry. That’s the dream right there. Take what you want and feel no regret.” “So you just take whatever you want?” Tamara felt a dark thought creeping up in the back of her mind. She wanted him to desire her, to fascinate himself with the dreams and fantasies of taking her and having his way with her. She wanted that right now more than she wanted answers or freedom. She liked Denton. It was impossible not to when she was sitting there with him. “I try to,” Denton said with a shrug. “It’s the only way to honestly be true to yourself and actually show who you are. But, there are social niceties and rules to uphold. We can’t just go around thieving.” “Sure,” Tamara raised an eyebrow. “There are a lot of things that we can’t go around doing. But right now, I think there are a few things we can do.” “Ms. Ralphson,” Denton raised an eyebrow of his own, matching her gaze and grinning like a wolf. “Are you attempting to take what it is you desire?” “Maybe,” she said with a casual shrug. She didn’t want him to get cocky, so she decided to move the attention onto him. “So how does this work for you? You have a window of opportunity or something?” “Pretty much,” Denton said with a nod. “There is an apex period of time where I’m most fertile and I have to act before the moment passes. Thankfully, you’re here with me to save me and give me the one opportunity that I have to gain a child. Also, there’s a crack team of doctors standing by to make sure that everything within our power ensures that this child survives.” “How long is the window?” Tamara asked him, finding it so strange to be having a serious conversation about this. “About two weeks,” Denton said quickly, like the number had been weighing on his heart for a long time now and that it had been festering inside of his brain. “Two weeks,” Tamara mused, leaning back in the sofa and feeling it embrace her. “That’s a nice chunk of time to make extra sure that it took. I think that it would need to be something that we constantly checked, right?” “Most definitely,” Denton smiled, but she could see a soft, rosy blush on his cheeks as he looked at her with hopeful eyes. It was visible that he wanted this just as much as she wanted it. It was good to see that in his eyes. “Even after, I don’t think there would be much harm in making sure that it took hold.” “I could see the logic in that,” Tamara said to him with a grin on her lips. “Good,” Denton leaned forward and softly pressed his lips onto hers. He’d read the moment perfectly. His lips were soft, but there was a tamed fire behind them. There was no doubt that he was holding back for her, trying to make the kiss gentle and perfect for her to enjoy, not wanting to smother her with ambition or excitement. She was glad to see that he had the kind of control and the kind of patience to make sure that she was ready for the kiss before he planted it on her and started making out with her like some kind of ravenous dog. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but they were a delightful, sweet few seconds that made her feel her heart picking up its drumming pace and her breath was captured in her lungs, locked away as her mind exploded with lights and flowers and all of the mushy stuff that she had been longing for a very long time. They continued to kiss, their lips finding each other and the control and willpower that both of them had exhibited started to crumble and collapse all around them. Her breathing picked up and there was no way to catch a deep breath or to find something that would stick in her chest for long. Her breath escaped her, flying like the wind and leaving her behind. There was nothing that she could do but give into her urges. She saw no need to hold back. What good would it do for her not to give into the lust that was building inside of her, growing and sparking to life with powerful strength. Clawing at his jacket, she tore it off as his hands went to her sides and gripped her firmly. She liked the strength in his fingers, it was like a vice that was just the right strength but not too hard. He could harm her with those hands and that was dangerously exciting for her, but he was as gentle as a perfect knight. He held her and as they continued to kiss, his hands thankfully started to be something other than a perfect knight. He was the first to lick her lips like a gentle knocking on the door, begging for her tongue to come out and play. Her tongue was more than willing to come out and as they touched, it was pure magic. His tongue was warm and he tasted of mint as their tongues danced and got to know each other eagerly. His hands found her breasts as he pulled off her cardigan and when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra, he pulled back and looked at her, his eyes wide as he looked down and stared at her perfect, perky breasts. There was no sagging and there was no slow decay that happens with breasts. She was perky and pert, the kind of breasts that men wanted to cup and squeeze, hold and bury their faces in. She had seen the way men had stared at her breasts a thousand times, but the enchanted look upon Denton’s face was something that she couldn’t get past. This was the look of a man who was truly grateful for what was happening. She looked down with a grin on her face, her n*****s poking through the fabric, calling to him. His thumb gently rolled over the top of her n*****s and she could feel the tightening deep down inside of her, calling out to him and begging for him to rip off this tank top and bring his lips to her n*****s, to lick them and suck on them, to draw out the euphoria lurking deep inside of her that she wanted to drink deep of and slowly sink into. He squeezed her breasts, kneading them and she let out a little gasp of excited pain that made her even hornier. This would only be their first time sleeping together and she intended to make sure that they spent a whole lot more time together in the next two weeks. She wanted to have him here, f*****g her brains out every second of the day and she was going to want it all kinds of ways. As he continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her n*****s softly, she knew that she wanted him here, giving it to her every way that they could imagine. This was what she wanted. He wasn’t taking her top off, so Tamara wasted no time, pulling it off and letting her breasts fall free, bouncing as they were released and his fingertips brushed over them, cupping them and feeling them with the kind of excited wonder that she had expected from him. She ran her hands over his vest and shirt, wanting to rip them off, but as he continued playing with her breasts, her hands worked their way up his back and over the back of his neck and into his hair, drawing his head closer to her breasts. “Suck on them,” she commanded him as she felt his warm breath on her bare chest. Her words were breathy and weak, fully of anticipation and excitement that she was craving. She wanted him so badly that she could feel herself getting wet. As he licked her n*****s and sucked on them, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him and she lifted up off the couch, letting out an excited squeal as he continued to suck on her n****e. He threw her down on the couch and she let out a laugh, her n*****s wet from his lips and his tongue that had worked them over magically. She found herself squirming and writhing, begging for more of this to follow. She wanted everything that he could offer her and she wanted it right now. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything else. She watched him throw off his vest and his shirt, casting his tie across the room in his eager excitement. She laughed and grabbed his belt, slowly undoing it and sliding it off. “You’re so magnificent,” he breathed to her with is eyes full of wonder and excitement. “You’ve had better,” she was certain that this was the truth. “There’s no one better,” Denton shook his head at her. “You don’t have to sweet talk me,” she assured him, but it was nice to hear the flattery in his voice. Dropping down on top of her like a handsome lion of power and s*x, he looked into her eyes with his jade pair of gold flecked eyes, she could feel the truth swirling around him. “You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever had the good pleasure to know and I’m lucky enough to have a child with you,” he punctuated his words with a kiss on her lips that was sensuous and true. She took his lower lip between her teeth and kept him there, pinned to her for a moment while she ran her hands over his chest, feeling the well-defined muscles sculpted and honed across his body. Eventually, her fingertips found the waistline of his pants and she slipped them underneath, watching his eyes and the excitement and horror that filled them at the same time. She knew in that moment that Denton was a virgin and that this was the first time he’d ever had s*x with a woman. She found that incredibly endearing and intimidating, but at the same time, she just wanted him. She didn’t care about impressing him and she didn’t care about giving him the time of his life. She knew that if they both wanted each other, then they were going to be just fine. They were going to enjoy this no matter what. When she found his c**k, she was far from disappointed at the burning hot rod of sensuous muscle waiting for her. She gripped it and gave it a squeeze, testing it and seeing how hard it truly was. It was the kind of c**k that was so hard that she could sink down on top of it and spin like a top. She was going to be able to sit on top of him and grind against him, sending bolts of lust through him. She was excited. He had a great c**k and it was all hers for the next nine months. She wanted it as much as possible. She stopped for a moment and looked at him. “Lick me,” she said with a smile on her lips. “You want me to give you oral?” Denton smiled. “Yeah,” she said. “I want your tongue all over me.” “I’ve never done it before,” he said nervously. “You’ll figure it out,” she assured him, hooking her thumbs into her own waist band and pulling her yoga pants off and showing him all the care she had gone to for this. The laser hair removal for her legs hadn’t stopped there. She liked being shaved down there and as he looked at her p***y, she knew that he liked it too. He quickly got into place, clearly eager to give it a try as well. She could feel his warm breath against the insides of her smooth thighs as his lips followed, pressing against her tender skin and kissing her passionately and making their way down to her v****a. When he kissed her lips she let out a sharp breath, eager for him to begin. As he licked her slit, she thought that she was going to die from the sensation. She loved this. She loved watching him, the power it gave her deep down inside, and there was always the fact that this was pure lust for her. She loved the feeling and she wanted more of it. She ran her fingers through his stiff hair and smiled as he licked deeper and deeper, learning with every sound she made, with ever twitch her body made. It wasn’t long until he figured out just how magical her clit was to her and he started focusing more time there. She started to breathe heavier and heavier. She knew that it wouldn’t be long now and as he worked her harder and harder with his tongue, circling her clit and pressing his tongue against it, dragging it across her, sending sparks of pleasure showering through her in a deluge. It wasn’t long until she was screaming and her breath was racking her whole body as she arched her back and felt the wave of euphoria wash over her and the orgasm crippled her for a moment. Her eyes closed, writhing on the couch as Denton wiped his lips and chin, looking down at her with a light in his eyes. “Was that good?” He asked her nervously, like he was actually terrified that he’d done something wrong. “Yes,” she cupped his face and brought it to her and kissed him. “That was perfect.” Reaching down and taking a hold of his stiff, burning c**k, she pulled him closer to her, guiding it into her and as his tip pushed against her, she was certain that she was going to black out from the sensation running through her. It was his first time and she knew that he wouldn’t last long, but that didn’t bother her at all. They were going to have a lot of time together and she intended to be his s*x slave and him to be hers for the next few weeks and they would get everything they needed form each other. She remembered that it felt like she was in a hurricane of lust, euphoria, and pleasure. His hands clamped on her waist, his head being thrown back, his c**k ramming into her over and over again, pushing against the walls of her p***y, causing her to arch her back. She could remember her breasts jiggling with each pump and that her breath was impossible to catch. Everything went dark and silent when she felt the pleasure climax again as she rubbed her clit while he f****d her. She wanted to orgasm with him and after a few short minutes, they were there. It was the first of many.
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