Chapter 12
Logan
I t’s been an insane month. For one, Emma basically never left after our filthy fuck on the mounted dildo.
It was so pleasurable, and so fucking dirty, that somehow, she ended up moving into my penthouse.
We enjoy each other’s bodies non-stop, and I’d say I’ve never been so satisfied by a woman, nor so pleased either.
Of course, Emma still attends classes and studies like a fiend, but I’d say the young woman’s more relaxed now.
She’s opened up a bit, and our lives have settled into a nice routine, which I think helps her de-stress.
I wake her up in the mornings with my dick in her pussy because it helps put her into a good mood.
Then, we eat a quick breakfast before I leave for my job, while she settles in with her books.
When I return in the evening, we dine together on a meal prepared by my chef before going upstairs where Emma lets me put my cock anywhere I like.
The curvy girl’s overflowing with my jizz at all hours these days, and I intend on keeping it that way.
But it’s Saturday morning now, and we have the penthouse to ourselves. The beautiful girl’s laid out in bed, nibbling on a croissant as she smiles at me impishly.
“There’s something on your mind,” she teases. “What is it? Tell me, Mr. Blackshaw.”
I growl while popping a scone into my mouth.
“Just thinking how beautiful you are, sweetheart, and how lucky I am to be with you.”
A blonde brow lifts as Emma smiles sweetly at me.
“Are you waxing poetic?” she asks in an arch tone. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were such a romantic, Logan. My, my, how the tables have turned.”
I growl before reaching for a big breast and giving her nipple a tender squeeze. She moans slightly, her plush pout parting, but I’m actually totally serious.
“I am a romantic,” I grunt possessively. “At least when it comes to you.”
It’s true too. Somehow, this woman has me wrapped around her little finger, and I don’t mind one bit.
Usually, I’m a fucking asshole who plows through ladies one after the other with no care for their thoughts, feelings, or emotions.
But with a wave of her magic wand, Emma’s got me locked down tight.
Or more accurately, with her sweet smile, wet cunt, and deliciously tight asshole, the young woman has me on a leash and I’m like a fucking lapdog now.
Yet somehow, we’re still in the process of getting to know each other, even after a month together.
I guess it makes sense because we spend all our time fucking in bed, with her mouth crammed full of cock or a toy stuffed down her throat.
But we need to spend more time talking because I don’t want Emma to feel like she’s just a plaything to me.
She’s not disposable at all, even if my balls are always heavy and tight, and my dick stiff, when she’s in the room.
“So tell me more about school,” I drawl in a casual tone. “How many hours are you studying these days?”
Emma calculates in her head, her plush pout pursing as she thinks.
“Too many,” she says in a mock-doleful voice. “Way, way too many.”
I squint a little.
“Okay, and it’s for that medical school admission test, right?”
“Yes,” she confirms, looking a little despondent. “I’m so behind too! I’m seriously freaking out, Logan. If I don’t pass this thing ... ugh,” she shudders, those big breasts vibrating. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
I shake my head while taking her small hand in my big one.
“But can you join a study group? Would that help? I know you’re here for hours every day, with your nose in the books, sweetheart. It must be isolating, and maybe you could hook up with some other pre-med kids who are also studying their asses off.”
Emma laughs, the tinkling sound light and melodious in the air.
“Oh Logan,” she says with an exasperated smile.
“You don’t understand pre-med at all, do you?
These so-called “kids” are like sharks. They actively try to sabotage one another, and the competition is so fierce that it can get bloody.
Literally, at the library last year two pre-med kids had a fight over who was going to get to sit at an open desk. It was crazy.”
I shake my head.
“Goddamn. And there’s no money in medicine either.”
“Hey, what are you saying?” Emma protests with a smile. “There’s good money in my field! Maybe not like what you have, but doctors can make a nice living for themselves. We can even support families,” she adds.
“Yeah, sorry,” I grunt. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were poor, or anything like that. Not that there’s anything wrong with being poor because that’s just how some sectors are. For example, if you worked for a non-profit, you’d never get rich, and that’s a lifestyle choice those folks make.”
“Yes, and they sacrifice a lot in order to improve others’ lives,” Emma says in a serious tone. “I find that really inspiring.”
“Me too, but that life’s not for me,” I say in a light tone.
“I’m too much of a jackass, and I like money too much as well.
Give me my creature comforts, and I’ll be a happy man.
But again, back to you, sweetheart. Why are the other pre-med kids so fucking awful?
I’d think they’d need basic social skills to be a doctor, so that bodes ill for their futures. ”
“Yes, definitely,” Emma acknowledges with a smile. “But a lot of these folks aren’t even looking to work with patients.”
I stare at her, nonplussed.
”Really?”
“Yeah, some of them have their eyes focused on research, and so being congenial and having social skills isn’t so crucial. There’s a little more leeway when you work in a lab among colleagues, as opposed to seeing patients.”
“Right, and we talked about this before,” I growl. “Sorry, I forgot. There are physicians who don’t see sick people.”
“Yes, exactly,” Emma responds with a smile.
“Just think of Anthony Fauci, or the Surgeon General. They’re both doctors, but they don’t necessarily see patients.
Instead, they’re in public health, and their contribution is much valued.
But what about you, Logan?” she asks quickly.
“You know so much about me and what I do outside of the club, which I hardly ever discuss, actually. Fair is fair. Now, you need to share about your private life,” Emma says with an inviting smile.
I pause because I understand what she’s saying.
Club Z exists in a universe of its own, and it’s very common for patrons to keep their personal business separate.
Hell, some of the billionaire assholes I see at the bar have wives at home, but you wouldn’t know it from the way they act.
I guess that’s the point, and why they pay the high fees – for the discretion, freedom, and utter assholery they engage in.
But I have nothing to hide, and so I shrug and grin.
“I’m Logan Blackshaw. Would it be arrogant if I said, ‘google me’?”
Fortunately, Emma has a sense of humor and giggles, making her big breasts shake.
“It would be rude!” she laughs. “We’ve been together for a month now. But I’ll be sure to give you a good google once you’re out of sight,” she teases.
I smile because actually, we’re in my bedroom at the moment.
I have a naked girl on my mattress, her big breasts just visible beneath the white sheet and I definitely don’t want her to get on the computer.
Hell, I don’t want this woman to spend time on-line looking me up when I’m right here, with all the answers.
So I decide to provide a quick summary of my life.
“I’m a crypto guy,” I say. “But one of the good ones, I promise. I help people recover lost crypto because there’s so much goddamn theft in the community.”
Emma’s blue eyes go wide.
“Are you serious?”
I nod.
“Yeah, unfortunately. It’s the nature of the business.
Crypto is still relatively undeveloped as a product, and as a marketplace too.
Add to that the fact that it’s anonymous, and transfers of crypto can’t be undone.
As a result, people will do anything to steal crypto from other peoples’ wallets because it can be difficult to trace, and difficult to ID thieves too. ”
Emma thinks for a moment before cocking her head to the side.
“But I thought all crypto transactions are recorded on the blockchain,” she says. “So isn’t that where to look?”
I’m impressed because obviously, this gorgeous blonde isn’t an airhead. She’s an intelligent and well-read young woman, and I nod seriously in reply.
“Yes, every transaction is recorded on the blockchain and that’s often where we start the search.
But a lot of thieves work at light-speed.
They steal tokens and then immediately try to launder them through questionable exchanges, mixers, and pass-through wallets, which also mask their true identities.
It’s like chasing a ghost sometimes because this shit can be hard to follow, and the blockchain is just the starting point. ”
Emma looks astonished.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Well, I’m glad that I’m paid via direct deposit because crypto sounds like a sketchy business.”
“It can be,” I say in a deep voice. “But again, I’m not one of the bad guys. I help victims get their money back, and I’m paid well for my skills.”
The beautiful blonde nods again, and seems ready to ask more questions, but I decide to head her off because while I appreciate her intellect, there’s other shit to do, such as licking her wet cunt or suckling at a big breast. I want to know everything about Emma, and honestly, the crypto shit bores me sometimes.
Yeah, my own business bores me, which is an ill omen, but what the fuck.
Still, I want to bring the conversation back around, so I take Emma’s small hand in my own.
“Okay, enough about crypto,” I drawl smoothly. “That shit will get you depressed and anxious, especially when I start detailing the criminal behavior of those motherfuckers. So you have the MCAT coming up. Tell me more about that.”
Emma shoots me an exasperated smile, her golden locks trailing over her naked tits.
“Logan, I think we’re two peas in a pod,” she says in a dry tone. “Neither of us ever want to talk about work because it exhausts us. It makes us tired and depressed and a host of other things, so we always try to avoid discussing our jobs.”
I stare at her.
“Crypto does bore me sometimes but it’s worth it because it’s made me rich,” I say in a smooth tone. “It bought me all this, and more,” I say, gesturing to the lavish master suite. “Meanwhile, you’re in medicine because?”
The beautiful blonde lets out an unladylike snort.
“Because I want to help people!”
I shake my head.
“Yeah, but it’s driving you insane, honey. It makes you sad, depressed, and anxious and you’re not even a doctor yet. I don’t mean to come down like a ton of bricks, but I don’t think this is the way it’s supposed to be.”
Emma shoots me a look.
“Then how is it supposed to be? Am I supposed to make my jewelry business into a full time thing? I only make a thousand a month from my Etsy store,” she says with a rueful shake of her head. “That’s nowhere near what I need to survive.”
I shrug.
“Etsy stores are great, and I’d say that a thousand dollars a month is respectable for someone who’s only doing it as a hobby. You’ve tested the market, and people are buying your wares, which is the most important part. So why not? Have you thought about pursuing your business full-time?”
But instead of leaping at the suggestion, Emma merely looks sad.
“I have, but it’s not doable, Logan. Redline and Roses is amazing, and I adore making jewelry with my hands because it gives me a sense of completion and accomplishment.
Plus, if you look on Amazon, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of sellers, selling the exact same thing as me!
Red cords have been a part of Kabbalah mysticism since forever, so it’s not a new concept. ”
I nod.
“But it’s fine to have competition, sweetheart.
Hell, competition can make you leaner, faster, and stronger, and believe me, I’m not trying to push you one way or another.
I’m just saying that it could be an option, and that I’d be happy to support you, if that’s what you need.
I have plenty of money, baby girl, and I can think of no better use for it than helping you expand Redline and Roses. ”
Emma flushes and bites her lip, so beautiful that I know this conversation won’t be going on too much longer.
“You would?” she asks in a wavery voice, hope rising in her tone. “That’s so sweet of you, Logan.”
I lean forward to catch her mouth with my own before palming a big breast in my hand.
“I’d be more than happy to support you, honey,” I rasp against her plush lips. “Say the word and the money will be in your bank account.”
Then, we descend into a flurry of gasps, moans, and frenzied lovemaking because this is how it always is with the gorgeous girl.
She drives me nuts while all the while soothing my pain, and I want to do the same for her.
I want Emma to be plump, happy, and potentially even pregnant with my baby.
I just have to get her to leave medicine because it serves no one’s purposes . .. including her own.