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“I don’t know how to say this, Harold,” Reese confessed. His voice was especially soft. Even for him.“It’s customary to begin at the beginning,” Finch said.Finch wasn’t really paying attention. He was engrossed in some arcane computer activity. Sometimes Reese wondered why, if he was so savvy about them, he bothered with all the “public-telephone-call-delivering-a-coded-message” nonsense that he insisted was his only communication with the Machine. (Although “communication” probably wasn’t the right word for it, given that it seemed to proceed in one direction only. At least Reese though it did. Did Finch ever talk to the Machine like he had, that one time? Pray to it?)“I want to fuck my employer.”That did get Finch’s attention.“Mr Reese, I’m flattered, but…”Reese put on his wry smile. “We both know your cheeks are as a red, red rose, Finch, but this time I don’t mean you. I mean the young woman for whom I am currently employed as a bodyguard.”Finch pursed his lips in that pedagogical way. “That seems like an unusual state for you to be in, Mr Reese. You have always come across to me as a consummate professional. Barring, of course, your tendency to go haring off to save the damsel in distress.”“Now Harold, that’s not fair,” chided John. “I’m just as likely to save the gentleman in jeopardy.”Finch laughed out loud, but then returned quickly to the point — a trait Reese had always liked in him. “So you have carnal desire for the young lady under your protection?”“It’s not so much that,” Reese began.“You need not shy away from the truth, Mr Reese. I may not have a high libido, but I have eyes. She is a very attractive young woman.”“Alright, then it is that. But it is also…”Finch’s eyes widened behind his coke-bottle glasses as Reese explained.“Truly, John, I never realized how difficult your line of work could be. I knew about the dangers, and the fear that your number will slip through your fingers and you’ll blame yourself for it. But these decisions are more nuanced than I could have imagined.”Reese peered suspiciously into Finch’s eyes for a moment, because it was sometimes hard to know if the reclusive genius was mocking him or not. His humor was delivered in exactly the same dry monotone as the rest of his speech. But this time, he decided, Finch’s reaction was sincere.“Do you need assistance, John?” his employer said.“Not unless you have ground rules to impart,” Reese said.“My ground rules remain as always: One, do not kill or otherwise harm unless there is no other alternative. Two, do not disclose the existence of the Machine to anyone.”Reese made a thoughtful face. “No other alternative…”~~~Sofia had acted disgusted when her father had introduced Reese as her new bodyguard. But now that he was actually in her employ, she began the process of testing him, and Reese saw she was a journeyman at it, if not yet a master.She tried the brat act on him, the one that had driven most of her other bodyguards away. She flounced and argued snd made contradictory demands. But in Reese’s line of work — both previous and current — he’d had a lot of opportunity to practice patience. His black belt in patience was subjected to a great deal of stress, though, as Sofia dragged him to emporium after emporium, seemingly buying every outfit in the borough, or at least every one that cost in the four figures and up.When she saw this ploy was failing, she began Operation Shock and Awe. She peppered Reese with outrageous opinions (“I don’t think it’s wrong for adults and minors to fuck” was one she liked to come back to) and demanded to know what he thought. Good thing his line of work made him skilled at lying, too.“I’ll tell you a secret,” she stage-whispered as they were waiting for the elevator to take them to the Intimates floor of the department store. Reese watched the people shuffling around, some moving away from Sofia and some moving closer. None was a threat.“What secret?” he asked politely.”I’ve fucked people over eighteen several times, and I haven’t been the least bit harmed by it.”Her eyes fell to his crotch. It was a part of his body he’d achieved less control over than he would have liked. And it sometimes talked back at him. Right now what it said was, “I wouldn’t say no. But only if I can duct-tape her mouth shut first.”“Shut up,” Reese told himself.“What do you think of that?” Sofia challenged.Reese had two thoughts. He voiced one.“My job is going to be more challenging than I’d anticipated,” he replied lightly. “Sometimes, adults are more difficult to beat up than minors.”Sofia was indignant. “You’re going to beat up my friends?!”“If these adults were really your friends, they wouldn’t be trying to fuck you. At least not until you’re of age.”“Did my father hire you specifically to be a cock-block?” she whined.“No, Miss. He told me to guard your purse as well as your pussy.” Reese produced the handbag, which Sofia had left in a dressing room.Sofia snatched the bag angrily, but then she parsed what he’d said and gaped at him. He gazed back, wearing his blankest expression. Abruptly Sofia began to laugh.“I think I’m starting to like you, Mr Randall.”“Glad to hear it.”“Keep this up, and maybe I’ll start to like you a lot.”“We’ll see.”~~~Reese sat on the couch in Sofie’s hotel suite and his shoulders slumped. Her father had been right. She was out of control. It was only a matter of time before she gave him the slip and taxied off to the kind of party where young women got killed for something as insignificant as the gold in their ears. Or worse.But he understood. He remembered the restlessness of his teen years, when he felt driven, not just by boredom, but also by the hormones newly flooding his body. He remembered feeling like he’d die if he couldn’t roam the most dangerous parts of the city at the most dangerous times of night. He’d longed to put his fist into a face and his dick into...someplace warm and wet. He imagined what he’d have done to Sofia if they’d met as teens and she’d been willing.She wasn’t getting enough, either from other teens her age or from any purported adult lovers she’d had. And there was only one way Reese could think of to change that. She needed a man who was incontrovertibly safe.And Reese knew of only one.“I’m going to go out whether you and Daddy like it or not,” Sofia announced petulantly. Her father had demanded she stay in that night. The party announcing his candidacy would be tomorrow.“I can’t stop you,” Reese said mildly. “I’m your bodyguard, not your nanny. But I will be going with you.”
”Ugh.”
“Quite frankly, Miss, I couldn’t agree more.”The corner of her mouth quirked upward, just for a second.It happened after they’d been at the club for about an hour. Sofia had attempted to ditch Reese soon after they’d arrived. She thought she’d succeeded, but Reese had an eye on her from his seat at the far corner of the bar. She was in the corridor leading to the facilities, snogging a young man she’d picked up on the dance floor.It happened fast. One moment they’d been kissing, hands roaming each other’s back and ass. Ordinary teen behavior. But the next, she was flailing at him with her hands, her mouth open and face contorted as if she were screaming (Reese couldn’t hear her over the din of the music). The young man grabbed her arms, shoved her against the wall, and ensured her obedience by pressing his hand over her nose and mouth. Reese could see her struggling, but her attacker wasn’t allowing her enough air, and she quickly weakened. Her eyes were ablaze with fear. The boy’s free hand disappeared under her skirt. Suddenly, several other partiers crowded around them. One of them ripped open her expensive silk camisole (he knew exactly how much it had cost, since she’d given him her credit card and demanded he pay for it), exposing her tits. They began groping her.It didn’t take long for Reese to break up the gaggle of would-be rapists, but the altercation drew attention. He quickly covered Sofia with his jacket and hustled her out the fire door. That tripped the alarm, which tripped the sprinklers, which created a distraction that prevented all but a couple of determined bouncers from following them. Reese dispatched them on the way to her car.He let her into the back seat and climbed in after her.“What are you doing?” she screeched. Of course she was terrified — a man was trying to corner her in the back seat of a car. Reese didn’t know if she remembered, at that moment, who he was.Reese peered at her in the dim dome light. She appeared not to be physically damaged. But she was still in a state of panic. And that told him something he wished he hadn’t learned.He placed his hands on her shoulders. “You’re safe now. You’re safe.”Eventually she stopped shuddering and crying. But she pushed his hands away and buried her face in her own.“Are you OK?” Reese ventured after he’d let her cry for a moment.“Just take me home,” Sofia said.“I will, but answer my question first.”She said nothing. She had started crying again, but now it was from regret and frustration, not panic, so he didn’t need to intervene.“Please,” she finally mumbled through her fingers.“Yes, Miss. Perhaps you would prefer to ride up front with me.”Silently, she got into the front passenger seat. She looked very small in his suit jacket, slumped as far down into the seat as possible. It wasn’t a safe position for riding; she’d be seriously injured if there were an accident. But Reese was determined there wouldn’t be any accidents.~~~Reese helped Sofia sneak into the hotel through a back door so she wouldn’t be seen.When they arrived at her suite, he told her, “When you open the door, I’m going to go in first. Follow me. I’ll do a sweep and once I’ve determined it’s clear, I’ll step outside so you can change.”No one was in the suite or on the balcony. Room service had delivered champagne in a bucket of ice while they’d been out, but otherwise there had been no changes to the room, nothing suspicious lurking. Reese stepped toward the door. “I’ll be just outside. Call me when you’re dressed.”“Please,” Sofia said.He turned to look at her, but quickly shifted his gaze to a spot two inches above her head, because his jacket was hanging open on her and he could see her bare breasts.“Yes, Miss?” he said, feeling he should re-establish the distance between them.“Please stay.”Reese didn’t want to. There was something in her voice… Something that was making his dick hard. He really didn’t need that distraction, that temptation, right now.“Very well, Miss. I’ll wait out here while you change in the bedroom.”Her face fell. But Reese pretended not to notice. He flopped onto the couch and turned on the television. Out of the corner of her eye, he watched her go into the bedroom.Fifteen minutes later she came out. Reese’s body reacted viscerally. She had been wearing club clothes — a tiny puff of a skirt and a black silk camisole (the outrageously expensive garment that had gotten torn). Now she had traded the torn black camisole for a lavender one, and the skirt for oversized pajama bottoms in the same color, with yellow sunflowers on them. She was barefoot.Reese hadn’t reacted this way to a woman since…He quickly shut down that line of thought.“Feeling better?” he asked, reaching for a cool, distant tone of voice that he usually found no difficulty in summoning.To his dismay, she came to sit on the couch next to him. Much closer than he wanted. He could smell her hair — a little cigarette smoke, a little of the shampoo she used, and her.“Yes, but…”Reese knew what she was going to say, but he waited her out.“I don’t want to be alone.”“That’s OK. Go back to bed. I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”“I won’t be able to sleep now. Can I watch TV with you?”Netflix and chill, Reese’s body suggested.“OK. Can I get you something? A hot drink?”“Not now.”She sat, and — oh God — she was snuggling in under his arm like a stray kitten.When the nature documentary was over, he turned off the television. The only light was from the streetlights eighteen stories below. Sofia was still and silent under his arm, but Reese could tell she was awake. He stilled himself with an effort. He’d learned in his previous line of work how to stay absolutely alert and absolutely still even in conditions of high tension, and that skill came in handy now.“When I told you before that I’d fucked adults, that was true,” Sofia said abruptly, almost as though she were talking to herself, “but the rest was a lie.”Reese squeezed her against him for half a second, and then let silence grow between them again. Eventually he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”He really didn’t want her to. No matter what she said, he knew it would stir him up in some way he couldn’t afford. But he couldn’t not make the offer.“He was a crony of my father’s,” she told him. “Younger than him. Maybe forty. I was furious at my father about something. I don’t remember what it was now. I wanted to get back at him, so I decided I would flirt with this guy. That was fun, doing it in front of him, watching my father’s face go beet red with anger. He wanted to smash the guy’s face in for the way he was responding to me, encouraging me. But of course that would hurt their relationship, and my father couldn’t afford that. So one time, in front of him, we set up a date at a cocktail bar.”She had to have been only fourteen or fifteen, Reese thought, and he wanted to smash the guy’s face in too. And he also knew in far too much detail what the guy had fantasized about that night. Fingers between her legs. Tongue in her mouth. Making her touch his dick. Depriving her of her virginity.“What happened then?” Reese said, to quench his reaction to those thoughts.“We drank. We went for a walk in the park. I kissed him. He kissed me back and gushed about how beautiful I was. Then he put his hands under my blouse, pulled up my bra, and began feeling up my tits. It was weird and gross. But I also liked how wrong it was. It made me feel so grown-up. He led me a little way off the path into the bushes. Suddenly my panties were around my ankles and his fingers were in my pussy. He was rough…it hurt…but he made me come…and then…then…”She went quiet. Reese waited. He was desperate to touch his cock. But he knew if she realized the effect her story was having on him, she’d be furious.“I’m listening,” he said.“Then he pushed me down in the dirt. I said no. I begged him to stop. But he just told me, ‘Relax. Then it won’t hurt so much.’ He held me down with his hand around my throat and jabbed his fingers inside me. Then he got on top of me and… It hurt. I started crying, but that didn’t stop him. He just put his hand over my mouth and fucked me while I sobbed. He kept telling me what a good girl I was, my cunt was so tight, I was made for this.“When he was finished, he shoved some cash into my hand and told me to take a taxi home and then walked off. I walked to the street feeling his come dripping down my thighs.“That’s horrible,” Reese said gruffly. “That should never have happened to you. If you told me who this man is, I would show him exactly how horrible he is.”Sofia squeezed his bicep briefly but otherwise didn’t respond to his words. She went on, in a thin whisper.“That wasn’t even the worst part. The whole time he was…inside me, I kept coming. Over and over. I couldn’t help it. I know my girlfriends would say he…he raped me. But he didn’t, because it felt good. That makes me feel like an animal. A monster.”“Your body reacted,” Reese said. “That doesn’t make it consensual.”She ignored his words, perhaps unable to take them in, to forgive herself and put the blame where it belonged. “Ever since then, it’s like I have a mark on me that every man can see,” she confessed. “Whenever I go to a club, guys try something. Like they know I’m a slut who gets off on being forced. I hate that, but I can’t stop going to the clubs either. I crave it. I need it. The music so loud it makes my bones shake. The lights. The crowds. The attention. And I keep hoping I’ll find someone who will touch me in a way I like, without taking it too far. But I never do.”Reese squeezed her gently. “It’s not your fault. You should be able to go dancing. You should be able to touch and kiss people without someone taking advantage of you.”His whole body was filled with dread and desire. He could feel her trembling against him. He tried to sink into combat readiness, to lock down all his feelings, but when he felt her little hand stealing across his chest, he shuddered with feelings no torturer had ever elicited from him.“Can I touch you?” she whispered.He managed to speak calmly. “Yes. But I’m going to be entirely passive. If you want me to touch you back, you need to ask.”She peered up at him and he knew she was going to take it as a challenge. It was a challenge he might lose. His mind was crowded with all the things he’d do to her, if she were a consenting, experienced woman. Darker desires lurked in him too. When she talked about coming on her rapist’s cock, it had nearly undone him. The demonic part of him he always had to hold in check vividly imagined fucking her hard until her cunt spasmed around him, until he heard her cry out in climax, then emptying his balls inside her.He drew in a sharp breath. While he was lost in his filthy fantasy, she’d unbuttoned his shirt, and now she was licking his nipple. Lightly pinching the other.“Like that?” she whispered.“Yes,” he rasped.The one syllable unlocked her. She crawled into his lap and her hands were all over him. Her hands and her mouth.She had his shirt off and her fingers were tracing his abdominal muscles. He felt her palm his hard cock through his trousers. He couldn’t help letting loose a gasp.“You’re getting turned on,” she observed.He hummed a brief assent, afraid to open his mouth. He couldn’t say he liked it. It was way more stressful than he liked sex play to be. But he could hardly deny he was getting turned on. The proof was right there under her hand.Sofia squeezed his cock in a slow rhythm and licked his lips, trying to get him to open his mouth, as he had earlier. He didn’t have enough control now to kiss her back gently. Crumb by crumb he gathered it, so that when she grew frustrated enough to use words, he was able to manage it. He wanted to grab her face and ravage her mouth, to get her legs locked around his waist. But he kept his hands resting on the couch as she kissed and licked his face, his mouth, his throat.She picked up his hand and placed it on her camisole over her breast. The fabric was cool and slick. He squeezed the small mound, almost an automatic response, before he remembered he was trying not to arouse her further. He needed to be passive, to offer her nothing but a male body to explore safely. But he felt her nipple stiffen under his palm and he hissed out a breath.“Touch it,” she demanded.“Touch what?” he murmured.“Touch my nipples.”He lightly brushed his palm over the hard little nub, then let his hand fall back to the couch.”Please,” she said. She yanked up her top, exposing her small tits, and put his hands on them. He squeezed once. He looked down at her face and saw her abject need. Again he remembered being a teenager, feeling like he would explode if he couldn’t get his hands on a girl’s bare breasts, exactly where they were right now. He’d never known at the time that the girls whose tits he’d groped had as much need and desire as he had, but much greater risk. He began to knead Sofia’s breasts, letting his fingers brush over her nipples. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open; her fingers were digging into his biceps, and her body was trembling like a plucked harp string. He began giving her hardened nipples more attention, pinching and tugging lightly. She was perched on his thigh and the fabric of his trousers was becoming damp. Her arousal smelled musky and tangy. He could almost taste it.Maybe he could satisfy her this way. Maybe that would be enough.“Can I use my mouth on your breasts, Sofia?” he husked as he caught both nipples and rubbed his roughened fingertips over them.She let out a sob. “Oh God, yes.”But he didn’t, not right away. He kept on teasing her, just a little more roughly. She was so beautiful, bare to the waist, squirming on his lap. He wished he could tell her so. But he didn’t want to bring anything romantic into this encounter.She let out soft, needy sounds as he continued to touch her. He listened carefully, and when her cries had reached a certain pitch, he bent her backward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other.She gasped and went rigid in his arms. He let out a growl of pleasure and sucked her harder, his tongue working, bringing her twice more in quick succession.
So fucking beautiful.
When she stopped shuddering, he pulled her back into his arms, her bare torso warm against his, and rubbed her back gently.“I liked making you come by sucking your tits. That was hot.” He spoke quietly, directly into her ear, and she shuddered again. “How do you feel?”“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she babbled. “It never felt like that before.”“Mmm.” Reese made his voice sound soothing, but he knew from the tension still in her body that his task wasn’t finished. Not if the goal was to relax her enough that she could forget the assault at the club and have a refreshing sleep.Anything else he did with her would need to be much more intimate.The conflicting wants and needs in him weren’t finished with their war.Sofia untangled herself from him and went into the bathroom, leaving her camisole behind. A wave of exhaustion swept over Reese. It wasn’t exhaustion of the body so much as exhaustion of the conscience. Reese had more practice than most people at reining in his darker urges. But even an old hand at it had limits. And he would need to demand even more of it tonight.Reese took off his jacket and shirt, went into the bedroom, and stretched out on the bed. He half-closed his eyes. Maybe when Sofia saw him like that, her body would remember it too needed rest.Sofia came out of the bathroom. Reese was relieved to see she was still wearing the pajama bottoms.But his relief was short-lived. She crossed over to the bed and stood looking down at him with a gaze that could only be termed predatory.“Can I tell you my fantasy?”Reese said yes. It was against his better judgement. He knew that because he started getting another hardon.“I want you to pretend to rape me.”Reese just raised his eyebrows. The words weren’t there. The war between his desire and his conscience was about to go nuclear.“Grab me and throw me on the bed. Hold me down and fuck me hard while I struggle to get away.“Sofia glared defiantly at Reese, daring him to respond.Reese had experimented with that sort of thing. He no longer did. Maintaining a strict separation between fantasy and reality was important for his sanity. No one (except perhaps Finch) knew how fragile his sanity could be.“I understand. Some people are helped by reliving a traumatic experience in a safe environment.”Sofia’s face fell. “You sound like my shrink. You aren’t going to fuck me, are you?”“Not like that, Sofia. But I have another idea.”She just looked quizzical, so he said, “If you want, I’ll lie here on the bed and you can…touch me. You can do whatever you want to this old man’s body.”He watched a dozen emotions dancing across her face.“Including…?”“Whatever you want,” he repeated. His cock throbbed.Sofia shut her eyes and drew in a breath.“Take off your pants,” she said.Reese had got his trousers halfway down his thighs when she told him to stop.It was frustrating as hell. He didn’t have much freedom of movement…and he felt very exposed. His pretense to be cool and collected was much more difficult when he could no longer hide the extent of his arousal.“That’s big,” Sofia said.“So I’ve been told,” Reese replied.Then she had her hand on it. Petting it, far too gently. His hips twitched involuntarily every time she touched it.“I want it,” she said. “Inside me. I want you to hold me down and make me take it.”“The answer is still no.”“But you’ll let me fuck you.”“If that’s what you want.”“Well, first I’m going to kiss you,” she said.He thought she’d walk to the head of the bed but instead she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. The only thing in the way of full contact between her pussy and his cock were her silky pajama bottoms. They were already soaked with her sex juices and he wanted to bury his face in them.Sofia slid her knees apart. Her pajama clad pussy pressed down against his cock. She started grinding on him, and lay down on his bare chest so he could feel her breasts crushed against him. She kissed him, tentatively at first, then fiercely. She braced herself on his chest and rocked back and forth on his cock. He began reciting the periodic table to himself, because if he paid too much attention to what she looked like riding him — the way her tits bounced, the determined look on her face — or how her soft vulva felt rubbing against his shaft, the wet crotch of her pajamas, he’d lose control.But after a few minutes she hadn’t reached orgasm. Her face was twisted up in irritation. He knew just what she needed. But he wouldn’t say it. She had to discover it on her—“You can ride my face, Sofia.” It had come out before he’d realized it was there. There was no putting it back now.She stopped moving. “What?”“Take off your pajamas and straddle my face. Let me lick you. You’ll be able to come more easily that way.”“You’ll…?” Sofia looked utterly perplexed. Did she really not know what he was talking about?“Hasn’t any of your lovers gone down on you?”“Gone…?” She looked puzzled. But when he made the gesture with his fingers and tongue, light dawned briefly…then puzzlement took over again. “I thought that was just a rude gesture. Like the finger.”“It’s both. Just like the finger.”“Oh…but isn’t that…?” She wrinkled her nose.“No, it isn’t. It’s fun for both parties and it feels very good. So I’m told.”He watched her face as she thought it over.“I might not like it,” she said.“You don’t have to do it. It’s just a suggestion. And if you don’t like it, you can stop.”She hopped off the bed and wriggled out of her pajama bottoms.Her pubic hair was thick and copious. He imagined it peeping out around a skimpy bikini bottom. Lord have mercy.And then she climbed onto him. She wasn’t sure exactly where to kneel to give him access, so he positioned her with his hands on her hips. His mouth was filling with saliva like one of Pavlov’s dogs.He gave her vulva a few light, gentle kisses and teasing licks to get her used to the feel of a mouth between her legs. He had intended to do this for longer, but the scent of her was like nothing on earth and before he knew it he’d licked deep into her pussy, circling the entrance to her cunt, finding her clit and giving it a wet bath with his tongue.God, he could spend his whole life between these thighs.He put his lips around the sensitive nub and sucked, gently at first, then deeply.“Oh fuck!” Sofia cried, grinding into his mouth.“Too much?” Reese mumbled unintelligibly into her pussy.“No! Do it again, pleeease.”Reese obeyed both her command and his instincts and opened his mouth wide, putting his tongue to work.He became lost in eating her and so did she, writhing with pleasure each time his tongue forced her lips open. He abandoned his intention not to use his hands on her. He held her hips and guided her so he could lick every inch of her, suck her pouty lips, plunge his tongue into her cunt. And he didn’t want it to end, so he succumbed to the desire to tease her, licking her until she trembled on the brink of a climax and then cruelly lifting her off his face, loving her needy whimpers and pleas.Finally he knew he couldn’t keep her hanging any longer. So he didn’t stop when she reached the brink, but fastened his lips around her clit and sucked deeply. Sofia screamed so loudly he worried it would bring hotel security, and he savored the hot gush of sex juices into his mouth.Reese’s favorite thing to do in bed was to plunge his prick inside his woman’s cunt right after she had come on his tongue. He fervently wished he could do that now. But he stayed flat on his back on the bed, his neglected prick aching.But Sofia’s mind ran along the same lines as his, because she hissed “John, I want to fuck you. I need you. Please. Now.”“There are condoms in my trousers pocket,” he said.“I won’t get pregnant. My daddy made me get a stick in my arm,” she said in a rush. “Help me put your cock inside me. Hurry!”I should insist on the condom, he thought to himself, but instead he lifted his cock so it could enter her more easily, and reached between her legs to part her lips. But she beat him to it. She sank down on him and he felt her swallow the tip. He hissed with pleasure and struggled to stay still. Her cunt was so wet and hot. She was struggling to accommodate his thick shaft, and one hard thrust of his hips would solve that problem, although it would cause her pain. Other lovers had savored that moment of being forced open.Sofia dropped down onto him and yelped “Ow!” as she swallowed him to the hilt.“Are you alr—“ he began, but she was already riding him as if the hounds of hell were after her. Her cunt was almost excruciatingly tight, like a sucking mouth. He could see it stretching wide to encompass him with each thrust of her hips.“Fuck, John…it’s never felt this good before,” she gasped out.You’re not kidding, he thought, but out loud he just growled. He was already three-fourths of the way to an orgasm and he could tell it would be massive. He worried he’d come too soon for her. But there wasn’t anything he could do about it. She was in charge of this moment.Just when he was sure he’d disappoint her, he heard her breathing change and knew she was almost there too.“Ohgodohgodohgod you’re so deep it hurts so much it feels so good I’m gonna come.”“Me too,” he grunted. “Get off if you don’t want me coming in—“”FUCK!” they both shouted in unison. Her cunt spasmed, squeezing him so tight and so good…and he came long and hard, jerking his hips, his come spurting deep inside.When it was over and they’d caught their breath, Sofia flopped on top of him. “Fuck, John, that was so good. Oh God, thank you.”He felt weird being thanked for something that gave him so much pleasure…something that felt so wrong.But sometimes the best you could do was the least wrong thing.While Sofia was in the bathroom cleaning up, Reese put his trousers back on, stripped off the wet sheets, and remade the bed with fresh sheets from the closet. She came to bed naked, with a sheepish smile, rubbing her eyes, and he pulled the covers over her. She placed his hand on her tit and he squeezed it, then bent down to suck briefly at her nipple. The little act of possessiveness seemed to soothe her.He told her goodnight and went into the living room. He meant to pull out the sofa bed, but he lay down on the sofa for just a minute, and when he woke, it was five A.M. Sofia was sleeping soundly.The job he’d been hired for hadn’t included nights, so he needed to leave. Sofia’s maid would be in in an hour or two and if she saw him there, she’d certainly tattle to Sofia’s father.~~~At nine A.M., when it was time to report in for work, he phoned the hotel from the coffee shop he’d been waiting in. He asked for Sofia’s room number.“I’m sorry, Sir, that guest has checked out,” he was informed.Her father had also checked out.“Sofia and her father boarded a plane to Brazil at eight A.M.,” Finch told him. “I’m surprised they didn’t inform you.” Reese heard keys clicking. “Ah, I see he wired funds directly into your bank account. Finch told Reese the sum. It was twice what they’d agreed upon. “Apparently he was pleased with your services.”“Or he expects my silence,” Reese replied.“I would have assumed that expectation to be covered in the original contract,” Finch said. Of course it had been. He’d been required to sign an NDA. “Did something happen to warrant additional hush money?”Reese said nothing. It wasn’t as if Finch couldn’t access the Machine’s surveillance camera if he really wanted to know. He assumed it kept an eye on every hotel room in the city. He wondered what it thought about his tryst with Sofia. Had it, in its statistical wisdom, come to the same conclusion that Reese had, that giving Sofia a safe sexual experience was the least bad solution to her immediate problems — even though he was an adult and she a minor?Did it even think at all?After a few seconds, Finch tutted. “Keep your secrets, then, Mr Reese. Can you get to the office within the hour? We have a new number.”