22. SOPHIA
22
SOPHIA
Well, fuck me.
I’ve been worried about Lena ever since the news started to break. She’s a liability to Whitmore.
One might think that the natural inclination would be for him to have her eliminated, but a pregnant girl with a possible connection to Harrison Whitmore is murdered? That might be a risk too far.
Of course, he could have just made her disappear, but somehow dead bodies, even those well hidden, sometimes just turn up.
Maybe he was just waiting for the appropriate time.
Whatever it was, it’s too late now.
Ethan reads the story to me, and it’s even more explosive than even what she told us.
“Police found her walking beside the highway in a confused state and took her to the station, where she gave authorities an account of what had been happening to her for the past several weeks,” read the article.
“I wonder how she got away,” I ponder. “Seems like she was pretty well guarded. Someone must have slipped up.”
“Or grew a conscience.”
“Seems like old Harry started coming on to her way before they hooked up. Wonder if Daddy knew about that?” he said, reading on silently.
“Hm, there’s stuff in here about him basically having a harem of young girls. Didn’t bother Lena too much because he was taking care of her financially.”
“Fucking pig,” I snort with disgust.
“It’s a good thing the cops that picked her up weren’t involved with Whitmore. His reach is pretty extensive.”
By now, I had my own phone out, scrolling through stories.
“Says the federal investigation is ramping up. Arrests are imminent.”
“Wonder if he’ll try to run. I’m sure they’re watching the airports, and they’ve got his passport flagged, but you never know, I guess,” he says, sounding like someone who maybe, might have, possibly had reason to give that some consideration at some point in his life.
“What would you do?” I suddenly ask. “Not that you’d ever be in that position, but you’ve got money and know the right people. Would you run?”
He almost laughs at the suggestion.
“Me? I’d never get away with it. I’m too devastatingly handsome. They’d recognize me in a second.”
“Oh, right. Of course,” I giggle.
“If this is anything like the Epstein case, his friends, business associates, and employees are looking at one of three options.”
“They can claim that they never really knew what he was up to, which is the road a lot of famous people took with Epstein. They can cut a deal to squeal on him, tell the cops what they know, or they can disappear completely. Drop off the face of the Earth.”
“The kind of guys that would be after us can only go with option number three. They obviously know what he’s up to, and they can’t go to the cops because the shit they’ve done can put them away for a long time.”
“That means the best they can hope to do is make themselves scarce and start over somewhere else. They always have the money. That kind of work pays well. They can lie low for a long time.”
“You sound like you know these people well,” I observe.
“Yeah, well, my parents know people.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they do.”
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do if your parents get caught up in this?” I ask.
“Some. It’s not an easy thing to think about. I mean, they are still my parents, and I’ll feel bad about it, but at some point it needs to stop.”
“Must be hard to walk away from the family business,” I say. “That’s a lot of money and power to leave on the table.”
“I guess. I’m not too worried about the money. Even if they manage to impose some sort of monetary penalty against them, I’ll still inherit more than I could ever spend in a lifetime.”
“As far as the power goes, well, that’s something I’ve never been comfortable with. The people who owed their loyalty to the Blackwoods will be glad to be out from under their thumb, but because of the type of people they are, they’ll just find themselves indebted to some other person or family. They can’t resist.”
For the first time since this ordeal began, I’m seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
A lot had happened to me in a very short time.
With great effort, Ethan heaves himself off the bench, and we begin to walk back to the motel.
Despite the waning danger, I still feel very sensitive to my surroundings.
I’ve read a little bit about PTSD and wonder if that’s what I’m experiencing, a hypersensitivity to the slightest motion or sound. I’ve never been in combat, of course, but my understanding is that it’s not restricted to that. People who experience any kind of trauma can show symptoms.
Maybe once this is all over, I’ll ask Ethan to teach me how to defend myself. I’m sure he’d be an excellent instructor.
I can feel Ethan’s breath on the exposed skin of my upper back as he spoons me, his hardness poking me between the cheeks of my ass beneath the thin sheet covering the lower half of our bodies.
My chest trembles as I suppress a laugh.
Men!
You’d think maybe being in pain might cool his libido a bit.
Not that I’m complaining.
I love being with him, being made love to by him.
Wiggling my butt playfully against his cock, it’s obvious he’s definitely hard and ready.
But I want to play a little bit first.
I slide down a bit and flip over to face him, gently pressing on his chest to get him to lie flat on his back.
I stretch out over his chest, carefully avoiding his injury, and playfully nip at his nipples.
For some reason, I never realized that a man’s nipples can stiffen into hard points just like a woman’s when teased.
Then again, none of my exes were too much into foreplay.
I was really getting into enjoying my own personal little sexual revolution. Nothing wrong with the woman taking charge every now and then.
As I continued to gently tease his pink little buds with my long manicured nails, I switch back and forth between them nibbling and kissing them in an effort to keep them hard.
I had never heard a man moan like Ethan was moaning now.
I felt a sense of satisfaction at my own newfound ability to exert control over a man.
Turning my attention from his chest, my tongue forges a wet trail down his chest, to his stomach, then down to his erect shaft.
Rather than fully engulfing his member in my mouth, I softly kiss up and down its length, using my nails to graze the loose skin of his sack.
“Oh God,” he moans loudly. “Oh, Sophia, that’s sooooo good.”
Once again, I’m flush with victory.
Now, it’s my turn to get a little satisfaction.
I get to my feet, my balance a little unsteady on the flimsy old mattress, and straddle his prone form.
Lowering myself, I grasp his cock and position it at my entrance, sinking down until he is fully inside me.
“Ahhh,” the sound involuntarily escapes my throat.
I gently place my hands on his lower rib cage to gain a bit of leverage and slowly begin to ride him.
I see him wince slightly in the dim light filtering through the curtains, wondering if I’ve caused him pain.
It passes quickly.
I increase my pace, his cock filling me completely, drawing a stifled gasp from deep inside me each time he bottoms out in my pussy.
The feeling I get from being in control, able to set the pace, is incredible.
I can sense my orgasm building and throw caution to the wind, desperately striving for completion.
Ethan’s moans are now in sync with mine. We are both so close.
“Oh, oh, God, Ethan, come with me,” I cry out.
I can feel him suddenly grow even larger within me, and my brain dissolves into a mass of color and contractions wrack my body.
Coherence returns slowly, and I realize I’m still gently rocking on him.
“You OK?” I ask, hoping I hadn’t hurt him.
“Better than OK.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I kind of like it when you take charge. That never happens with other women. I think I frighten them.”
“So, maybe I’ve awakened a hidden desire within you.”
“Maybe.”
“You know, if this was a psychology class, they might say that your latent desire to have a woman take control is because your mother was a strict disciplinarian. It’s learned behavior.”
“You think so?”
I nod.
“Sounds bogus,” he laughs, “but if that’s discipline, I don’t mind taking a little more of it.
“Is that so? Well then, Mr. Blackwood, you’ve been a very bad boy for a very long time, and I fully intend to make you pay for it.”