Codename: Aconite

Sweat On Leather

After an hour of watching Athena sleep, I felt it was safe to carefully remove myself from under her frail frame. I slowly replace my body with a pillow and bundle her up making sure she’s secure and then quietly exit her room, closing the door behind me. I give a nod of acknowledgement to Athena’s diligent bodyguards down the hall, who both nod with a look of relief and appreciation on their faces. To their credit, they are good men and would lay down their lives for Athena. They’re probably as happy as I am that she let me in and managed not to scream. Hopefully, she’ll start to improve and when she’s strong enough I can start training her just as my mother trained me, only with some upgrades.

I was hoping to see my father again before I left, but I can’t seem to track him down and I don’t feel like staying around here longer than I have to, especially when I have botanicals that need my attention. So, instead, I make my way back to my car stopping at a full-length mirror to give my hair a bit of a tussle.

I’m well aware of my looks and they have served me well on many a contract. It’s quite sad – though beneficial to me – how easily a man is willing to let down his guard for a beautiful face. I’m 5’7” which puts me closer to my mother’s height which is 5’8”. I have dark brown hair bordering on black much like what my father’s looked like before it began to grey from age. It flows down in waves past my breasts and is styled with bangs that sit neatly on my eyebrows. I have the same high cheekbones as my father but my mother’s thin nose and full lips. She also graced me with her chocolate brown eyes and her glowing white skin. I would have preferred to have a little tan to my complexion like my father but despite my many hours bathing in the sun, there have been no changes. My body is the perfect hourglass shape with both the front and the back plump and round to perfection with my breasts a decently impressive C-cup.

On any other occasion, I probably would have dressed for today’s events, but Dimitris didn’t exactly give me a heads-up and so I had no opportunity to change. That being said, I think I still make an impression. I look like sin in my zip-side point-toe stiletto-heeled leather boots that come up just past my knees, my deep purple stretchy flared mini skirt and black long-sleeved lace-up front crop top. Not what I would call business meeting attire, but one that I’m sure had all the Drakos heads asking, ‘Is she here to kill me or f**k me?’ and I think we know which it was.

I make my way out to the car noting that most of the cars had disappeared leaving only a handful left in the driveway. I walk up to my car twirling my keys in my hand and as I go to slip the key into the lock I see the latch on the side of the car door is up. Now I know for a fact I locked it when I got out because I wasn’t born ass backwards. A sly smirk graces my lips as I pull the handle, slide into my car, and close the door. I begin to push the key into the ignition when I feel a firm hand grasp my neck from behind and pull me back against the seat.

“Didn’t I teach you to always check the backseat?” Says a familiar low and husky voice. I smirk and relax back against my seat as I feel my assailant’s thumb brush teasingly against my carotid.

“Why bother checking when you made it so obvious?” I say, looking up into the rearview mirror and meeting the pair of hazel eyes I would recognise anywhere. He looks back at my through the mirror with a curious look on his handsome face. “You forgot to lock the door when you broke in,” I say, answering his unspoken question.

He smirks, “So much for taking you by surprise.”

“Shouldn’t you be guarding my father, Castor?” I ask teasingly.

“He’s busy handling paperwork, and after seeing you in this little getup…” He trails off, his eyes dipping to look at my cleavage in the mirror, “I’d much rather be handling you.”

“And in the open like this where anyone can see. How daring,” I smirk seductively.

“I know you, Dasha,” he says, leaning in so his lips brush against the shell of my ear, “Nothing soaks that p***y faster than an added sense of forbidden danger.”

His fingers squeeze infinitesimally at the sides of my neck making my head feel light as if I’ve had one too many drinks. His free hand slides down my chest, his rough hand grazing my smooth skin as it moves lower and lower until cupping my breast. Just like he said, my juices begin to soak through my panties and my p***y begins to throb with need as my pulse races beneath his hand. My hardened n****e is nestled between his digits and as he pinches my n****e between his fingers, he tightens his fingers against my neck sending another gush of juices to dampen my panties further. I squirm and gasp for hair, my heartbeat pounding in my skull as I crave to feel him buried deep inside me.

For the past two years, Castor and I have been sexually involved. We’re not madly in love and keeping that love from my parents because we fear how they will react. We’re just two adults with an itch to scratch, and by God does this man know how to scratch. Castor is 48 making him 25 years my senior and I don’t give a flying f**k. That just makes him more skilled at what he does. Would my parents murder him if they found out that he’s been f*****g the girl he has guarded and helped protect for the past 23 years, in every way imaginable time and time again? You bet your f*****g ass they would, so we keep it a secret. My parents don’t need to know who I f**k, and it’s not like I plan on settling down with him.

Besides, knowing the danger we’re in if we get caught and the tabooness of our situation just makes it that much more sinfully delicious that I crave it all the more. Just like I crave his c**k inside me right now.

“Take off your panties,” he instructs as he tweaks my n****e making me mewl.

I slide my hands up my skirt and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties as I slowly take them off and twirl them around my finger.

“Now what?”

“Now get that sexy ass back here right now,” he orders, releasing my throat as he sits back.

I eagerly climb into the backseat and straddle the 6’3” bodyguard whose muscular physique nearly fills my entire backseat. He immediately takes a firm grasp of my ass and pulls me close so I can feel his hardened c**k press against my p***y through his slacks. Chocolate eyes meet hazel as I stare at the man who doesn’t look a day over 35. He’s wearing his usual black suit over a fitted black tee with black slacks, his body smelling of this intoxicating cologne that has lingered on my clothes on more than one occasion.

He has lightly tanned skin that gives him just a hint of colour, a sharp square jaw framed by his trimmed and surprisingly soft beard while his thick black hair sits high on his head and combed back giving it that natural look of running ones fingers through their hair, then it fades at the sides until it’s completely shaven. His padded shoulders make him appear even more muscular while his entire ensemble hides the tattoos that cover his glorious body. It’s been a while since I’ve been graced with the sight of them.

I’m disrupted from admiring his sexy physique when his lips devour mine, kneading and biting them with a hunger that speaks to my core. I return his kiss, feasting on his soft lips as I drag my acrylic nails hard down his chest while I grind my p***y against his c**k, eager to free it from its confines. My hands reach their destination and I make quick work of undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, panting with a frenzied need as his hands squeeze my ass painfully hard, making my groan in pleasure into his mouth. I finally free his c**k and take in my favourite weapon in his arsenal. 7 inches of hardened steel, but it’s not his length that impresses me.

Castor’s c**k is on the thinner side, but the head of his c**k… f**k. The head of is c**k his so large and defined that it manages to hit every sweet spot inside me time and time again and still find spots I never knew existed. I wrap my hand around his smooth, firm length and hear his sharp intake of breath through his teeth as I begin to stroke him; my nails grazing along the sides of his c**k to entice him with the mix of pleasure and pain we both crave.

“I hope you don’t plan to tease me,” he says in a husky voice.

“As tempting as that is, I’d much rather have this c**k buried inside me,” I say in a sensual whisper as trace the seam of his lips with my tongue; my hand tightening around his c**k. I feel his hardness twitch in my hand and see the carnal fire burning in his eyes which only seems to spread to my groin.

“Move your hand,” he orders so dominantly it makes my insides quiver.

I move my hand and place both hands on the back of his headrest. With his eyes on mine, he adjusts his hands a little lower, lifting me a little as he spreads my p***y opening me wide for him. I feel the head of his c**k tease my entrance making my insides slick with anticipation, and without another second to waste, he pulls me down hard on his c**k as he thrusts up inside me hitting my cervix so hard I cry out and see black spots dancing in my vision. My nails dig into the headrest as my p***y clenches around his c**k, instantly craving more.

“Only woman I know who loves it this f*****g deep,” he says as he withdraws and thrusts up inside me so hard my head hits the roof and I don’t f*****g care. I cry out again feeling an intense wave of pleasure rock my body and all I can think about is having more of him.

One of his hands wraps tightly around my neck while the other fists my hair, and I force my eyes open to meet his. The dominance, the desire, the heat. f**k I’ve missed this.

“Show me how much you’ve missed my c**k,” he orders as he bites and tugs my bottom lip into his mouth.

I mewl against his lips and with one hand fisting his head rest, and another braced against the door handle I begin bouncing up and down on his c**k. My need far outweighs any desire I may have had to take this slow, and instead, I bounce on his c**k hard and fast, feeling his thick, firm tip hitting the back of my p***y over and over again while the rim brushes against my G-spot driving me to the heights of pleasure. His carnal groan spurs me on as he looks down to watch my p***y devour his c**k, his wet tongue skimming over his lips as hunger burns in his eyes.

“f**k… how does your c**k still feel this good?” I cry, bringing myself down on his c**k harder and harder making him groan deeper every single time.

“Are you trying to f*****g break me?” He growls, fisting my hair and yanking it back hard and forcefully making me groan and giggle in pleasure.

I bite down on my bottom lip, “Too rough for you?” I tease.

I see the challenge accepted in his eyes. He releases his hand from my throat and yanks the front lacing of my top harshly, freeing my breasts to his hungry eyes. He tightens his grip on my hair, takes a firm grip on my hip and begins thrusting up into me fast with a relentless force that I can only surrender to. Cries of desire from the pleasure that is spreading through my body like fire, fill the car as the windows fog over hiding us from spying eyes. I grasp his shoulder, digging my nails into him and take in the sounds of his laboured breaths and guttural groans.

“That rough enough for you?” He grits out, “f**k you feel good wrapped around my c**k!” He cries. “Oh, f**k, Dasha.”

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, don’t stop,” I manage to say breathlessly as he c***s thrusts into me as if seeking to split me in two.

“Let me feel you come around my cock.”

My entire body becomes flushed with heat as that knot builds inside me. My mind starts to go numb, and I can barely catch my breath. I claw at the ceiling unable to escape the assault his c**k is declaring on my p***y; his hand in my hair and on my hip locking me in place forcing me to take his exquisite abuse. I can barely take it, but I want to. I want him to f**k me so hard I can’t even remember my own name. I want his c**k to pound me until I beg for him to stop, but even then I pray he never does.

“f**k… f**k… f**k…” I say as my face contorts; every muscle in my body building with tension so explosive it could be a lethal weapon. Just as I feel I can’t take it anymore, my body detonates, “OH FUU…UUCK!” I scream brokenly, my brain and mouth no longer in sync as my orgasm explodes through my body making me quiver as my p***y clenches around his c**k while he continues to thrust through my orgasm. An animalistic growl escapes him as he feels me tighten around him.

“f**k I love feeling you come!” He groans, pulling me close and crashing his lips on mine; his tongue invading my mouth with a dominating force that my delirious mind can barely comprehend, and yet my mouth responds on instinct. My tongue dances against his as his c**k continues its perfect pace inside me.

“I want you to come in my ass,” I pant against his lips.

He stops his onslaught and pulls back to look at me. His hands cup my face brushing my hair behind my ears as he looks into my eyes; his chest rising and falling as we both pant; sweat patches dampening his shirt as I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my back.

“You really are the whole package,” he says reverently, pressing his lips against mine in a consuming kiss that makes me throb for him once more.

I hold his face in my hands returning his kiss eagerly, lifting myself until he slides out of me, and though I instinctively want to whimper at the loss, my p***y only becomes more soaked as I think of what awaits me. I reach down and position the tip of his c**k at the entrance to my ass and ever so slowly I ease myself down on him. I gasp as the feeling of fullness takes me over just as he throws his head back and lets out a deep moan that makes me shiver.

“Dasha… you’re going to be the death of me,” he says breathlessly.

“Then I promise to make your death exquisite,” I say seductively, wrapping my arms around his neck as I slowly work myself up and down on his c**k.

“Oh f**k,” he groans as his eyes roll back.

I slowly kiss and nip down his neck as I ride his c**k, and the more my ass adjusts the faster I begin to move. His hands capture my breasts, and I look down as he squeezes them together firmly, pointing my n*****s next to each other as he takes them in his mouth.

“Mmmm work your tongue, baby,” I moan as I slide my fingers into his hair.

He sucks on my n*****s as his tongue flicks them fast; the pleasure making my body tingle. I quicken my pace, riding his c**k hard and fast as I my moans of ecstasy fill the car while his own moans reverberate around my n*****s sending tingles to my p***y. I fist his hair letting my nails scratch his scalp as I work my ass on his c**k, feeling him fill and stretch me again and again.

He squeezes my breasts harder and I, in turn, grip his hair harder, but quickly he’s letting my breasts go and firmly grabbing my ass holding me in place as he begins to pound my ass; his thrusts becoming sloppy as the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the confined space and before I can feel another orgasm begin to build, he thrusts into my ass hard as he pulls me down on him, burying his c**k deep inside me as he lets out a broken cry of pleasure as his warm c*m fills my ass forcing another deep moan from my lips.

He continues to hold me in place, his forehead pressed against my chest as I slowly relax against him, brushing my fingers through his hair. He lightly kisses my breasts and peppers soft kisses up my neck making my skin tingle until he finds my lips. His lips caress mine with a tenderness I’d almost forgotten he was capable of. I cup his face in my hands and return his kiss as his hands glide up my back holding me to him.

“I can’t get over how perfect you are,” he says reverently.

“I worry about your definition of perfect,” I chuckle breathlessly.

“I mean it,” he says, holding his hand to my cheek, “You are perfect in every way, and those c**k suckers just can’t handle how amazing you are,” he says, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

I swallow the saliva building in my mouth as I look at the emotions filling his eyes while causing an unsettling feeling in my stomach. This isn’t meant to be anything serious. We made that abundantly clear. This is just s*x with no strings attached. If Castor is developing feelings I need them to shrivel up and die like an unfed flower. I care for him very much, I always have and always will, but I don’t see a future for us, and I don’t want a future like that with him. It’s got nothing to do with his age. If I cared about his age, I wouldn’t f**k him at all. But I just don’t have romantic feelings for him.

“You should go back inside before my father comes looking for you,” I say as I slowly move off him and climb back into the driver’s seat. I look at myself in the rearview mirror, tie up my top, and fix my skirt.

I can hear the sounds of Castor doing up his pants and belt and smoothly getting out of the car. He moves to the driver’s side door and taps on the window. I wind down the window and look up at him as he leans in.

“You know you can accept my kind words without them meaning anything. I care for you Dasha, and I will always care for you. This thing we have doesn’t change that. You don’t have to run off every time I try to tell you I care about you.”

“I’m not running. We both have places to be. Castor, I care about you too, but you know it will never be more than this, right?” I ask, looking at him carefully.

For just a moment I see disappointment in his eyes, but it quickly disappears. He smooths his hair back and stands up straight.

“Sweetheart, with the way you f**k there’s not enough brain power left for me to even consider anything more,” he chuckles. It’s a good act, but I’ve known him all my life and I’m not buying it.

“Should I worry about my father’s safety?” I smirk, choosing to go along with the charade for the sake of comfort.

He looks at me with hard eyes, “I would give my life for your father. I would never let harm come to him,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I smile at him, “I’m glad. For what it’s worth Castor, I definitely missed you.”

He relaxes and graces me with a soft smile, “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say as I start the car and proceed to drive away getting myself as far from this sticky situation as I possibly can.