Chapter 68: What’s So Special [III / 18+]
"Mom," Leah said as she walked into the sunlit penthouse and immediately raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Why’re you sweaty like that?"
Leah pushed the heavy mahogany door fully open, her designer sneakers stepping onto the plush, expensive rug.
She stopped near the entrance with her arms crossing over her chest as her eyes scanned the room.
Isabel sat perched on the very edge of the squeaking leather massage table.
Her chest was heaving, her flawless pale skin flushed a deep violent pink.
She scrambled to pull the edges of a thin white spa towel tightly around her bare torso with her knuckles turning stark white from the death grip she had on the cotton fabric.
Isabel actively avoided making eye contact.
She looked directly down to the polished ground as she used her free hand to frantically rub the back of her damp neck.
"I was doing some exercises," Isabel lied, her voice slightly breathless as she forced her corporate composure back into place.
Then, she slowly lifted her chin and looked at her daughter. "What are you doing here?"
Leah didn’t answer immediately. She took three more steps inside the room with her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Isabel’s cheeks reddened a fraction more, the heat burning her skin.
If Leah got just a few feet closer and looked down at the dark leather padding, she would clearly see the thick slick liquid of her own arousal openly pooling right between her bare thighs...
Isabel didn’t know how she would ever explain herself to her daughter at all.
’And he’s also hiding beneath this table,’ Isabel thought with a spike of genuine panic shooting straight into her chest.
Down in the dark cramped space underneath the massage table, Wren was holding his breath.
The thick, white sheets draped over the sides of the structure acted as a makeshift curtain, hiding him from view, but the space was incredibly tight.
Wren was quite tall, so he had been forced to lift his muscular knee up a bit just to fit his broad frame between the wooden table legs.
Through the thin fabric of the sheet, Isabel could physically feel the heat of his kneecap brushing against her dangling calf.
’What if we get caught?’ Isabel thought.
Just the terrifying feeling of being caught... it sent a massive thrill straight down her spine.
The powerful, billionaire woman almost bit her own lip.
The intense thought of hiding a naked, highly aroused young man beneath her legs while speaking to her own daughter made her feel incredibly hot down there with fresh wetness weeping from her insides.
"I was looking for Wren," Leah complained, dropping her arms and planting a hand on her hip. "I expected him to bring me with him for Treasure hunting, but he went with that racer instead."
Leah clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth with her face twisting into a spoiled pout.
"That dummy."
Isabel rolled her brown eyes toward the ceiling, struggling to keep her breathing steady as the leather beneath her squeaked slightly.
"Why did you come to me then?" Isabel asked, forcing her voice to sound bored and dismissive.
"Because the attendant downstairs told me you called him upstairs," Leah explained, gesturing her thumb back out toward the hallway. "So I figured he would be here."
Isabel swallowed hard with her throat clicking dryly. She needed to get Leah out of this suite immediately.
"Wren finished the Treasure hunting, and he won," Isabel stated. "But he only came up here to return what I had put in the final chest."
Leah stopped pacing.
Her annoyance faded, replaced instantly by genuine curiosity.
She raised her eyebrow again, taking half a step closer. "What did you put in the chest?"
Isabel reached her trembling hand slowly around her own body.
Just minutes ago, when Wren had brutally pinned her to the table and driven her into a frenzy, she could vividly feel the cold hard metal resting on the padding right against her bac—
Her probing fingers touched the hard brass.
She grabbed the chain and pulled the antique locket up into the bright light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"This," Isabel said, dangling the jewelry in the air.
The small locket in her hand popped open with a faint, metallic click.
The painted, smiling picture of her and her younger sister showed clearly.
Leah grew a bit quiet.
Her posture softened with her hands falling limply to her sides.
She knew exactly how her mom felt about her estranged aunt, and she knew that they never, ever talked about her.
That scratched tarnished locket was one of the very last things reminding her mother about the woman who had fractured their family tree.
The emotional weight sucked all the air out of the room.
"After he returned it, he left," Isabel said, breaking the silence and pointing her finger toward the door. "So you can go find him somewhere else."
Leah looked at her mom for a long moment, her eyes scanning the sweaty sheen on Isabel’s forehead, before she finally turned around and began walking away.
She raised her hand, waving over her shoulder.
"Take care, Mom..." Leah murmured.
With that, she stepped out into the hallway and closed the heavy door behind her.
The brass latch clicked shut, sealing the room in silence.
Isabel let out a massive sigh.
She slid off the high edge of the massage table, her bare feet hitting the rug, and quickly went over to the door.
And as she did, Isabel looked back at the small, glistening puddle resting openly on the dark leather...
The very first, idiotic mistake that she had made was not locking the door the second Wren walked in.
Isabel reached her trembling hand out and forcefully twisted the thick deadbolt key on the inside.
Clack!
As she did, the white sheets beneath the table rustled aggressively.
Wren pulled his tall frame out from the tight space, his bare shoulders scraping against the polished wood.
He stood up to his full, towering height as his face twisted in a deep scowl.
’Why the hell would I call her?’ Wren thought with genuine frustration boiling in his veins. ’Leah wasn’t even much of an adventure person anyway, and not to mention, she cock-blocked me too.’
His jaw ticked violently.
He had been literally seconds away from finishing with the pressure in his groin editing an agonizing ache.
She had interrupted the peak of the encounter, ruining his rhythm.
He looked over to Isabel, who was just pushing her back away from the locked door.
She actively looked away from his naked body, staring at the floorboards instead.
"You should have locked the door..." Isabel scolded with her voice shaking slightly as she clutched the thin white towel tightly against her cleavage. "If she didn’t delay a bit before she entered, then we would have been caught."
Wren stood there in the center of the room.
His thick dick was still standing violently erect as the purple veins throbbing visibly in the cool air-conditioning, pointing straight at her like a weapon.
He didn’t argued instead he just watched as the powerful woman walked tentatively back over to him.
Isabel stopped right in front of him and she swallowed hard with her eyes finally dropping to stare at his witching erection before flicking back up to meet his gaze.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Isabel asked.
Wren didn’t waste a single second on words. He leaned his broad shoulders forward, diving down to kiss her.
If it was an hour ago, back when she still clung to her untouchable corporate facade, then she would have probably slapped his hand away and demanded respect.
But Isabel felt incredibly good right now... The lingering orgasms still tingled in her system.
She had never felt like this before in her highly structured life, and the reality was that she desperately wanted to feel good some more.
Isabel craved the raw dominance he brought so, she allowed him to kiss her and he did.
It was a hungry kiss.
Wren smashed his lips against hers, parting her mouth instantly.
His tongue invaded her’s, tasting the lingering flavor of his own pre-cum and her sweet saliva.
At the exact same time, his hands dropped down to her waist.
He gripped the thin cotton of her towel and ripped it away, letting it fall uselessly to the floor.
"Mmm~"
His hands immediately moved to the bare plump curves of her ass.
Wren copped a massive feel with both hands, his strong fingers squeezing the soft flesh, hard kneading her cheeks as he lifted her against his rigid body.
"Mmmgh~!" Isabel groaned loudly into his mouth with her arms wrapping desperately around his neck.
Her bare breasts crushed flat against his muscular chest and right against her lower stomach, his rock-hard dick pressed firmly into her skin with the blunt head rubbing a slick hot line against her navel with every shift of his hips.
He walked her backward as his mouth was still devouring hers until the back of her pale legs hit the solid edge of the Massage table with a dull thud.
Wren pulled away from the kiss, leaving her lips swollen and shiny with spit.
"Why did you sto—"
He dropped down right in front of her.
Without hesitation, he latched his hot mouth onto her left nipple, sucking it directly into his wet mouth as pulled hard, drawing the sensitive flesh tight while his free hand reached over to her right nipple, pinching and rolling the hard peak between his rough thumb and forefinger right against his own stomach muscles.
"Ahhh~!" Isabel moaned out loudly, throwing her head back to expose her elegant throat.
’How is it this good?’ Isabel thought, her fingers tangling ruthlessly in his blond hair. ’Why does he feel so good?’
Her knees buckled slightly, but his firm grip on her hips kept her standing.
The sensation of his wet mouth and his rough fingers sent electric shocks straight down to her dripping insides.
Before she even knew what was happening, Wren stood up and grabbed her waist.
He spun her around violently with both of her hands hitting the flat leather surface of the Massage Chair to brace herself.
"Huh?"
Isabel was completely bent over now, her spine arched beautifully with her round pale ass facing Wren directly in the bright sunlight.
Wren stepped up right behind her.
He reached his hand down between her spread thighs and brushed his long fingers directly against her swollen pussy.
Wren swiped through the slick warm puddles of her juices with the friction sending a jolt up her spine.
"Ahhn~" Isabel let out a small helpless moan with her hips involuntarily twitching back against his knuckles.
"You’re really wet, you know?" Wren told her while biting on her ear a bit.
"Haah~ I’m sensitive there too?"
Wren gripped his thick veined dick and lined the broad purple head directly up to push against her tight dripping pussy.
"Wait... Hold ooooon~~~" Isabel gasped, bracing her arms against the leather as she felt the width of him threatening to split her open.
PAH!
Wren didn’t hold on. He slammed his hips forward, driving his cock into her tight insides right up to the hilt in one thrust.
"Haaaaah~!" Isabel screamed with her voice echoing off the mahogany walls.
Wren immediately began fucking her again.
He pulled his hips back with the wet squelching sound of his shaft sliding out filling the air and then he drove it right back in with devastating force this time.
PAH! PAH!
The heavy, sturdy Massage Table literally began to shake under his relentless assault with the wooden legs squeaking loudly against the floor.
"Oh my god~!" Isabel cried out.
All the powerful woman could do was moan, her corporate pride shattered into a million pieces as she was entirely at his mercy.
"Yes~ Right there~!"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Wren drove his hips deeper and deeper into her insides, hitting her cervix with every single brutal thrust.
He leaned over her back with his sweaty chest sliding against her smooth skin and grabbed her waist tightly to pull her back into his strikes.
"It’s really unfair, you know..." Wren told her with his breath hot against her ear as he pounded her.
"What~? Haah~ Haah~" Isabel gasped out as her words bounced with every hit.
"You came a lot of times already," Wren growled. "And I haven’t even cum once yet... You should be disappointed in yourself."
PAH! PAH!
He really didn’t know exactly why he was saying it... but talking down to this obscenely wealthy powerful woman like that was purely exhilarating.
It fueled his arousal, making his dick swell even thicker inside her gripping channel. He pulled his torso up and looked down at the sight of her bare ass taking his cock.
PAH! PAH!
"Haaaaaah~ Mmm~ Yessssh~"
Her pale cheeks rippled violently each time he slammed his pelvis into her, the flesh had turned into a bright flushed pink from the repeated impacts.
The visual was incredibly raw matching the wet slapping sounds echoing in the suite.
’She looks so spankable...’ Wren thought.
He gulped as a thick lump formed in his dry throat and then he grunted loudly.
He raised his right hand high up into the air, feeling the muscles in his forearm coil tight, and then he slammed his flat palm directly down onto her right ass cheek.
PAH!
The sharp stinging slap sounded like a gunshot in the room leaving a perfect bright red handprint on her pale skin.
The sudden jolt of pain and intense pleasure short-circuited Isabel’s brain entirely.
Her inner vaginal walls clamped down ruthlessly around his thick shaft, tightening like a vice and aggressively milking him.
"Haaaaaaaan~!" Isabel screamed with her voice cracking as a massive full-body tremor wracked her frame.
The woman had come yet again. Her legs buckled, her elbows giving out as her chest hit the leather table and her fingers dug hopelessly into the padding.
This time, the intense crushing pressure of her orgasm squeezing his dick was the final straw.
It crashed down on Wren like a collapsing building. He threw his head back, his neck cords straining as he gritted his teeth.
"Cumming~!" Wren roared.
He slammed his hips forward one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible inside her tight womb.
His abdominal muscles locked up, and he poured his thick load forward, expecting the latex of the condom to catch the massive flood.
However, Isabel’s brown eyes snapped wide open.
Instead of the dull warmth of latex, she felt a searing boiling liquid shoot directly against the highly sensitive walls of her bare womb.
"Hot~! Hot~ Hotttttt~" Isabel moaned with her voice pitching up in shock.
He had been wearing a condom... Had it torn?
It was too hot... The realization hit her, but her body couldn’t process the logic.
More and more thick viscous cum shot aggressively into her deep insides in heavy, concentrated spurts.
The sheer volume and the intense foreign heat of his raw seed flooding her womb pushed her nervous system right over the edge.
Her brown eyes physically rolled to the back of her head, showing only the whites as the older woman lost consciousness right there on the table with her body going completely limp under his tight grip.
Wren grunted one last time, his hips twitching forward as he let out a final weak spurt into her flooded insides.
Slowly, he pulled his hips back with the wet sloppy sound of his slick dick sliding out of her tight pussy echoed loudly.
He looked down at his own lap.
He hadn’t actually used a condom before today, but the visual was undeniable... A jagged, shredded ring of black latex was clinging uselessly to the very base of his shaft. The rest of the thick rubber had completely exploded from the friction and his size?
"It ripped?" Wren said aloud then he looked back at the woman slumped over the table.
That meant he came directly inside her... He had just raw-dogged one of the wealthiest women on the planet.
Isabel’s bare legs still shook with the fading aftershocks of her massive orgasm. Her body was completely slumped forward on the leather.
As Wren stepped back, a thick white stream of his heavy cum dripped slowly out of her gaping flushed entrance.
The sticky fluid ran down her pale inner thigh and pooled in a messy puddle directly on the ground.
Staring at the sheer mess he had made of her pristine body, a deep satisfaction settled in his chest. It made him feel completely fulfilled.
The mission was a resounding success.
"Did she pass out?" Wren asked the empty room, noticing her shallow breathing and limp arms dangling off the edge of the table.
He took a step forward and as he reached his hand out to gently touch her bare shoulder and check on her, a bright glowing blue screen suddenly appeared directly in front of his face.
[Congratulations Host Wren, you’ve done it! You have completed your 20th mission... I, Nyx, will now go through a reboot!]
[Estimated Time Until Completion: 3:00:00]
[When I come back, you’ll get the full m—]
Before the text could even finish scrolling, the blue holographic screen flickered violently, glitching into static and disappeared into thin air, leaving Wren standing confused.
’Nyx is restarting huh?’ Wren thought with a heavy sigh, dropping his hand from where the screen used to be.
He stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms gently around Isabel’s limp sweat-slicked body to keep her from sliding off the edge of the massage table.
He held her close, feeling the steady thud of her heart against his own chest.
’I hope it at least comes back with better features.’
