Chapter 32 Harrison
HARRISON
The lunatic vixen lets me look after William for meals, but other than that, she works me hard. When I am not at her beck and call, she has me serve her orally.
My revenge will be driving her. Driving her into my mattress. Into the tables. And against the walls.
All the walls.
By late afternoon, the only way I can deal with her is to do what I did in Japan. Tire her out. And for lack of a better way to put it, to out-fuck her and exhaust her.
To survive the day, I pump smoothies and energy drinks into myself.
After endless months of abstaining from sex, I am enjoying the madness of it. In saying that, there needs be a limit, and there is no way out.
Again, the only way is to keep her so exhausted from coming, she is unable to think straight and come up with more crazy demands.
I have already been told to wear a uniform when in my penthouse apartment.
That being my long, black polo boots and a black bow tie. Nothing else. That had been the breaking point.
As I bury myself inside her again, and with my black polished boots on, I ride her harder than I’ve fucked anyone in my life.
As she lies gasping, half unconscious, after she’s come twice in twenty minutes, I continue.
I know she is conscious because she is gasping, mumbling, sweating, and panting.
It may sound harsh, but it is the only way. The only way to make her stop.
After another twenty minutes of making her tight wet pussy mine, I pause. “Have you had enough now?”
There is silence.
“What?”
“You had enough?” I growl, losing patience and energy.
“Never!” she slurs.
The defiant, crazy woman is then pounded harder as I drive into her.
After another half hour, I flip her over. I thumb her clit as I rock into her. She moans and wiggles her tight butt against me. It’s almost too much, even for me.
I decide to formally try to break her. To break the wild mustang in. “You need to learn the hard way!” I growl, starting to get really pissed.
Sam looks back at me through some kind of come-high haze. I gulp, realizing she is not normal.
“Never.”
I shake my head, and there is no other way. I lay into her with a ruthless abandon. Enough is enough, and I march her towards another orgasm. I must leave her in a pile, and I must do this to her: show her who the boss is!
As I lift her head and stick the straw in her mouth, I huff unimpressed, “Drink.”
She does, and then she rolls over, half gone. “Enough is enough,” I say.
She somehow pulls herself up and half-walks towards my office entrance. Looking around in a daze, she walks on like some kind of monster. “Out of bounds!” I say loudly.
“The hell it is,” she mumbles, looking around.
Sam walks to my favorite leather office chair and my favored position in my office. To where I do my best work. Especially reading movie scripts, financial reports, and media budgets.
“Down,” she says, pointing and inhaling.
“No way!” I say, hands on my naked hips.
I am still in my stupid black leather polo boots, and my thick, exhausted cock is close to being damaged. The bow tie is ripped in two and not going back on.
Screw that!
“Down, now!”
I shake my head as I walk over. I also realize she is technically crazy. I pause near her, unsure. The sooner it is over, the sooner we will be able to return to normal.
Tomorrow.
Once I am seated, and my eyes look up at her, my cock starts to harden.
The idea of the wicked vixen riding me is too much. Sam kisses me and slides her slick folds against my thick cock. I fist her hair and start to plunder her mouth with my tongue.
Grabbing her roughly, I hold my cock and line it up.
“Stay still,” I command.
We exchange a look, and I yank her down onto my shaft. Sam moans, and I am suddenly inside her and home. Sam rocks against me, and her wet, hungry pussy rides my thick cock.
It is unexpectedly good, way too good to stop.
The one place I have always kept far from sex and far from women is now corrupted. My work environment. My pure place. My sanctuary is gone.
After Sam works us into a frenzy and unravels on top of me, I know I am close.
I also know I’m frustrated. I need to be in control to come this time.
I know she just shattered on my cock, and I can feel and taste her on my lips and fingers. I can smell her arousal.
It’s time for me to really be able to move. Giving in to my urges, I lift her up. Still in her, I carefully walk us to my main desk.
Legal and banking documents are still perfectly laid out, but screw it, and screw them.
I swipe the documents away, and they fly high in the sun. As I look down at Sam, I rock into her.
I then fuck like there is no tomorrow.
Our eyes meet again, and she looks up at me. Her hands are now around my neck, and she kisses my stubble and cheek.
“Good boy,” she mumbles, biting her lip and opening herself wider. “I need you to do one last thing.”
“What?” I growl.
“Do whatever you want to me. Anything!”
That sends me over the edge, and I plough deeper into her. I send us both over the edge, and as more papers fly, we kiss deeply, and we shatter. Panting and now covered in sweat, I drop down onto her.
After several minutes, I inhale, slide gently out, and stand. As I catch my breath, I look at Sam.
The crazy woman is sweating and panting, but she is also smiling. As if she still has more or she has defeated me.
“Now try and think next time you’re at this desk.”
I shake my head, and I know I am in love. But in love with a crazy woman. I carry Sam back into the bedroom.
Then I toss her onto my huge bed. She rolls over, looking naughty. I shake my head, and my hands are back on my hips. “From now on, you’re banned from that room!”
“Not banned!”
“Banned,” I yell, panting, and still with my polo boots on.
We exchange a look, then I pace.
I look back, and she is biting her thumb while watching me. She has even rolled onto her stomach, and she looks intrigued. Intrigued and as if she is trying to mess with me. Me and my work.
“My work is important!” I huff.
“All work and no play makes—”
“Look, I get it,” I say loudly.
“You know what your life lesson is, Harrison?”
I don’t like it, but I play along. “What?”
“You need to learn to live in the now, Harry. And to learn to take the odd break.”
I stand frustrated with my hands on my hips. It then comes to me that maybe she is right. I have just put together what will likely become the world biggest entertainment conglomerate.
Maybe I’ve done okay.
“How much is enough?” Samantha asks as she wipes her hair away. She sits cross legged and naked on my bed, and I run a hand through my hair.
“I don’t know, babe. I don’t know.”
We stare each other out, and I have nothing to say.
“Just be careful.”
“Of what?” I ask.
“You only get one life. Use it carefully.”
Walking to the window, I stare out and think. As I look across the estate, I wonder. Wonder what the hell I am doing. I then feel her hand in mine. I pull her around and into my arms.
As I hold Sam tight, I kiss her head. “Thanks,” I whisper into the side of her face. “You’re right.”
Sam pats my chest and stares up. “I know.”