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  I looked at my wrists and stared at the deep wounds on both of them. I tried to go, just like she had in the bathtub. But fucking Miko wouldn’t let me. That cunt came home and the next thing I knew…therapy and drugs. I smiled as I popped two more of what I call my happy pills and smiled, letting the breeze blow my hair up and around my head. Then I stumbled back as a brighter than bright light lit me up and everything on the extended deck of my apartment, which is actually a pool, waterfall…well, all done up too big just like Dad likes it. I covered my eyes a bit to shield myself from the ridiculous wind it whipped up and saw that it was a helicopter and I narrowed my eyes to see Ryan repelling down from it. I shook my head and yelled at him but he untied his rope and then did some bullshit hand signaling to the pilot and off the helicopter went as he rubbed his hair back and then grinned at me. I stood there in complete disgust with my hands on my hips.

  “Um…rape?” I yelled at him and he laughed at me. He then reached behind him and pulled his backpack. He set it down and unzipped it as I wondered if running and calling the police was my next move. He then pulled out a bottle of wine, two glasses and big tablecloth looking thing and stood as he pulled up three red roses.

  “You wish.”

  “What the fuck are you doing here…I mean, how the fuck do you even know where I live and shit?”

  He stood up and smiled at me holding the roses out in front of him. I rolled my eyes.

  “Three?”

  He looked at them and then tossed them behind him and pulled out a small box and I eyed it and then him.

  “Diamond studded cock ring?”

  He grinned.

  “Really?”

  I shook my head and stepped back from him.

  “I thought we established a fucking zone of hate between us?” I said and he shook the box in his hand like candy at me.

  I tried to grab it and then he grinned as I swayed a bit on my feet.

  “Are you high?”

  “Fuck you,” I said as I turned and walked back towards the large glass panels that served as the walls to my apartment on this side. I stepped up and then looked back at him.

  “I am changing,” I said and I stepped in with a wave of my hand to the keypad. If nothing else my Father loves technology and everything is all futuristic in here. As in the lights come on, the water runs…like I live with fucking ghosts. It has an A.I. built in and it often talks to me like a child.

  “We seem to have a perimeter breach on the roof Miss Beth.”

  “No…it is a…” I started to say and the screens went up as my virtual babysitter, who I lovingly call Carson, which is what I would have called my brother regardless of what my parents would have named him, started to phone the security company in the building.

  “Carson…stop,” I said and the screen went down with a bit of silence.

  “Should I adjust the temperature and start a fire?” Carson asked me and I laughed.

  “No, he will not be staying long.” I looked out and Ryan was taking his coat off and then started to unbutton his shirt as he flipped his shoes towards me.

  I ran towards him as I almost fell. I pulled my heels off and slid out onto the balcony as he pulled his pants off and jumped into my pool. I raised my hands up and held my head as his STD infested body wrecked my water.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him and he looked up at me as he moved his legs under the water slowly.

  “Swimming…don’t you ever do this up here?”

  I shook my head at him.

  “That is a prop, I don’t swim in it.”

  Ryan laughed at me.

  “Seriously? Why do you even have shit if not to use it?”

  He dove under and I saw his perfectly formed ass and cleared my throat. I then glanced to the blanket he had laid out and saw the wine and glasses sitting next to the box. I looked back as he tread the water and walked to it quickly. I squatted down and opened it up and stared at the most beautiful red ruby, diamond ring I had ever seen in my life. It was cut into a perfect square and flanked with so many diamonds I found myself counting them.

  “14.” He said behind me and I fell over with it in my hand, the ring popped out and slid away from me and I reached for it but he did too and it was then that we ended up face to face, in the moonlight and pale hue of the lights of my balcony. His eyes looked kind, although I knew he was not and his skin was glistening from the water. I shook my head and stood up to get away from him. I kept my back to him and reached behind me with the ring in my open palm.

  “Very pretty, I can’t,” I said and he smiled as he leaned down and took it from me with his lips ever so softly, kissing my hand until I balled it up and pulled it to my chest in front of me.

  “I am sure you are used to getting these.”

  I turned to him slightly, still not wanting to see him naked.

  “I don’t have any rubies.”

  “Really, that is so strange. I mean women…and this may be a talent I have, look like certain things to me and you look like rubies and diamonds of course. I am sure if you put it on you would see what I mean.”

  I then turned to him and kept my eyes locked on his.

  “My mother always wore rubies. I am sure you know this as she was at many functions in the paper weekly with all the charity work she did and quite honestly I do not appreciate you barging in here and using that like some sort of romantic gesture towards me, hoping to what? Soften me?”

  “I came here to apologize. I should not have said that about your mother. I was being a dick and I thought I would come swooping in and make you love me.”

  I laughed and let my eyes wander, big mistake. My god his cock is huge, holy shit. I cleared my throat and turned again. My happy pills were sinking in and my armor dissolving with it. Soon I would be nicer and closer to me than I ever want to be but I have to as I tend to have panic attacks from fucking hell. I crossed my arms on my chest.

  “Thank you,” I said and he stepped up behind me.

  “What?”

  I turned and he was right there and he caught my arm as I swayed on my feet a bit.

  “Thanks. For apologizing and bringing me wine and three roses and a ring I will not wear.”

  He grinned at me and I didn’t get until he glanced down and I did too as his erect cock had the ring sitting on it. I rubbed my neck and looked up and then to the sides.

  “You want it?” he asked me and I looked at him and narrowed my eyes.

  “Want what?”

  “The ring?” he whispered to me and I stood there feeling flush and completely out of my element with him.

  “I told you...” he took my hand into his and pulled it down to his erection and placed my fingers around it firmly. He squeezed it slightly and I sucked in my breath as he slowly pulled my hand along his shaft until he looked down and I felt the ring slip onto my finger. I stood there trembling a bit as his cock twitched slightly.

  “I can smell your pussy,” he whispered and I stared at his lips.

  “That is so rude,” I said and he grinned at me.

  “It smells sweet.”

  “You smell money.”

  He grabbed me and pulled me to him a bit rougher than I was used to being handled by men.

  “If you have money in your pussy I will find it and any other place you may have it hidden.”

  I laughed at him.

  “That cannot possibly be your fucking pick up line.”

  “No. This is.”

  He lifted me and slipped my panties over with two fingers bringing me down onto his cock forcefully and I gasped for air as he was larger than any cock I had ever taken before. He held my ass tightly as my legs wrapped around him tightly. My body shook slightly and he watched my mouth as he lifted me up a little bit and then pulled me back down with force, so much so I felt as if I might bruise from it but something about it and his rough demeanor played to my bodies senses and I allowed him to move me up and down a few more times as my pussy became wetter and wet
ter with each stroke of his cock inside of me.

  “Ryan!” I screamed out as Holland looked up at me, her lips wet from eating me out. She grinned and tilted her head.

  “Are you fucking serious?” she asked me and I leaned up and pushed her fucking head back down into me as her tongue lapped at my clit and I let myself cum on her fingers as they moved in my vagina. I covered my face with my pillow and stopped my own breathing for a few seconds as Ryan’s fucking grin consumed me and prolonged the orgasm. I hate him so much right now for invading my mind….asshole.

  Chapter Three

  Ball and Chain

  I soaked in the bath for much longer than I usually do. I mean, I love bathing in hot water but I’d been sitting there for an hour as the water began to cool just thinking about the night before and the fact that Ryan had pretty much ruined a perfectly good evening of having my pussy eaten out by Holland. Holland is a friend with benefits and her benefit to me is a guilty pleasure I have of being with women and she gets the benefit of “presents” from me as in stuff she wants. I think it is a great arrangement and I know I am a fucking bitch for talking about Ryan getting paid to fuck, but Holland comes from money, she doesn’t need this shit…we are just playing around anyway. I mean, come on. We have been fingering each other since sophomore year when we both drank a bit too much and it just happened. But shit, having a good friend like that when no one else is around is fabulous.

  She popped up out of the water and smiled at me and I rolled my eyes. I was so consumed in thought that the dildo was useless and she quickly turned it on herself. I leaned up and kissed her lips softly. She sucked in her breath at my mouth and I fingered her ass as she shoved the dildo deep into herself and I could feel the vibration with my hand. I smiled as she cried out and let her head fall back. Then she turned it off and tossed it across the floor as I touched her face and grinned.

  “What do you think about when you come?” I asked her and she smiled at me.

  “I think about two cocks in me and one in my mouth.”

  “Really?” I said as I leaned back on the other end of the tub and she raised a foot up slowly, water dripped off of her pale skin and I watched it return to what was left of the bubbles below it. She raised her hand and slowly moved it along her leg and I watched as if I needed too, then she glanced at me.

  “A good gang bang would fucking rock. I have yet to do that.”

  “Probably. I don’t know. I think one person is enough,” I said as I laughed.

  “You have never done it with more than one person?” she asked me.

  I tilted my head back and placed the wash cloth across my closed eyes.

  “This water is getting fucking cold, let’s go get breakfast.”

  “We should set it up, I know a few…” she started to say and I took the washcloth from my eyes and stared at her.

  “I am fine, but you go get your shit stretched out if you like.”

  She smacked the water and splashed me. I wiped water from my face and grinned at her.

  “I do exercises,” she said and I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “You what?”

  “Exercises to make it tight.”

  “Your pussy?” I said as I splashed her back and she laughed at me.

  “Yes of course! My mom said…”

  I stood up and shook my head at her as the maid stepped up and handed me a towel. I took it not even looking at her.

  “Your mom?”

  “Yes, she said you have to keep your pussy tight or you will never keep a man.”

  I stepped out and wrapped the towel around me as Holland stood up and the maid handed her a towel too. She stepped out and I finally looked at the maid.

  “Have the driver ready,” I said and she left us, barely making any expression at all. My staff is not here to be human. They are here to serve me so I often forget to even say shit to them. In fact I forgot she was even in the bathroom with us. I find it funny that I talk to my A.I. in the penthouse more than I do to the staff. I guess in that way I am like my father…fucking great.

  I rubbed my hair and Holland did the same as I looked down and saw a drip of blood come from her onto my white rug that sits along my oversized bathtub.

  “What the fuck, Holland?”

  She looked down and ‘oh’d’ as she looked at the spots on the rug.

  “Oh fuck.”

  She pushed the towel up in between her legs and I stared at her.

  “Not so tight, huh?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Beth,” she said, as she looked agitated.

  “I am only kidding, lighten up you bitch,” I said as I walked to the three large mirrors on the wall and opened up my towel to look at my body. I leaned in and stared at my stomach and then my breasts.

  “I may need some work done,” I said and Holland stepped up behind me and smiled as she leaned and looked at me too.

  “It is a ball.”

  “What?” I asked her and she smiled at me in the mirror.

  “A ball, I shove it up in my pussy and practice on it, I tighten my muscles. It is fucking amazing I swear. I also cum on it, makes it easier to pop it out.”

  I laughed and closed my towel up, turning to look at her.

  “What if it got caught up there and shit?”

  “Oh my god, it has a chain on it.”

  “A chain? That is insane.”

  “It is a small chain, for shit’s sake. Just trust me. Practice making that shit tight and you will rule the dick forever.”

  I turned back to the mirror and stared at myself. I may be young but eventually age would take everything away from me and even a ball in my pussy could not change that shit.

  ****

  Ryan leaned up and stared at Holland as he grinned. He smelled her lips and then licked them and she closed her eyes.

  “I appreciate that you leave her taste on you. I enjoy it,” he said as she slipped her panties off and turned around slowly. He stroked his cock a few times and savored the taste of me inside of his mouth.

  “You said you wanted…..ouch, Ryan it hurts.”

  Ryan pushed his cock deep into her ass and moaned a bit as she squirmed. He slapped her ass and she stopped moving.

  “It is supposed to,” he said as he reached around and started to play with her clit. She bit into her lip and her eyes rolled back into her head as he ground his hips against her ass and then started to fuck her harder.

  “Tell me what…what she said,” he said as he tried to control his breathing and she held onto the toilet in the stall.

  “I was eating her pussy…Ryan!” she said as he lifted her legs and wrapped them behind him so he could move forward and she slammed against the wall as he spread his legs and started to thrust upward as hard as he could, then he slowed down and she moaned deep in the back of her throat. He held onto her small breasts tightly, leaving marks on her skin with his fingers and then he lowered one hand and started to play with her clit again.

  “And,” he said almost in a growl.

  “She was moaning and shit and then she…”

  “She what?” he said as he started to fuck her very quickly and her ass tightened around his cock as he buried his face into her back.

  “She cried out your name as she started to come!” Holland yelled out and Ryan pulled out of her, flipped her around and made her straddle the toilet as he held the tip of his cock to her mouth. She kept her lips tightly pressed together but he grabbed her throat and squeezed. Just as she opened her mouth he shoved the full length of his cock into it. He moaned as he grabbed the back of her hair and fucked her mouth until she could feel the cum filling her throat and she was forced to swallow it. His body trembled and then he let her go and she backed up, gasping for breath and she stared up at him.

  “I didn’t even come you fucking asshole.”

  He grabbed her up, turning quickly and shoved his dick deep into her pussy as she watched his expression. He started to grind against her clit as his large size stretched h
er further and further. She then opened her mouth up as he placed 4 of his fingers into her mouth and she bit down as the orgasm rocked through her whole body.

  Holland leaned up into the mirror and touched her bottom lip as it looked a bit swollen and Ryan stood behind her, zipping up his pants. He stepped up beside her and washed his hands, almost acting as if she were not there. She then pulled her lip gloss and started to put it on as he turned to her and smiled.

  “What else did she say about me?” he asked and she turned to him and grinned.

  “She thinks you are cheap and beneath her.”

  “I would love to be both.”

  “Obviously, listen. I have money if you…”

  Ryan stopped her.

  “I don’t need your fucking money. I just need for you to continue to help me by telling me what she says and what she does. That is what we agreed upon and in return you get cock.”

  Holland smiled and reached down touching his bulge in his pants and he did not even look disturbed by it. She rubbed it and he took her hand and pulled it up while he smiled at her.

  “You get one fuck for one piece of information.”

  “Oh I will bring you more.”

  He leaned in and touched her chin as she watched him closely.

  “I need for you to mention me. In a good way.”

  Holland laughed and stepped back from him.

  “In a good way? Are you fucking serious? What good things are there to say about you, Ryan?”

  She turned back to the mirror and leaned in.