Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

“Vaguely. I was only eleven at the time.”

“Right, of course. Anyway, I really wanted to get the bankers and credit companies, all those assholes who fucked everything up. I made a computer virus and set it to randomly attack financial institutions. Some of them still haven't fully recovered.”

“Wait? Were you Obsucrus Lupine?”

“That's what I called myself, yes. Shadow Wolf, in Latin, of course. It was that or Rex Inferos.”

“King Hell?”

He shrugged. “Sounded cool at the time.”

I stared at Dean, shocked that he was a famous hacker that I had heard about. Hacking seemed so…revolutionary, so daring. It was hard to picture the well-dressed businessman in front of me, doing such a thing.

“I-I thought you went to prison.”

“I was supposed to. The prosecution was asking for thirty years. My parents used their influence and money. They got me exiled to England instead.”

“I head Australia is more usual,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Funny,” Dean said, actually seeming to take it with good humor.

“So, you were still…in exile when Simone died?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you tried to strike a blow… to the ego of those in control.”

“That's about the size of it,” Dean said with an embarrassed shrug.

We looked at each other. His eyes were so deep at that moment. I could see a few tiny flecks of amber in them, like pieces of glitter that caught the light.

Dean’s lips were thin, but they looked soft, pink, warm. He was holding his breath, I could tell.

Somehow, despite the space between us, I could feel the warmth of the big man’s body. Something about it screamed his pain. It was in the posture of his tall frame, the way he glanced back and forth to my eyes, and the subtle quiver of his lips.

It wasn’t a choice. My body pulled to his. My lips pressed hard to his mouth, my head back as I reached up to wrap my arms around Dean’s big, broad shoulders.

I was trying to kiss his sadness away. The first time, at least.

Then I went in for another, Dean replying in kind. We opened our mouths at the same time. Before I knew it, I was on my back on the table, pulling down my satin panties as we kissed passionately.

It was Dean who finally got my panties off, but me who pulled up my dress, unveiling my smooth, pink pussy. My boss sat back into his chair, pulling me to him gently by my hips. I thought he might dive right in, mistaking eating pussy for a pie-eating contest. He surprised me, in the best possible way, by running his tongue softly along my tender pussy lips.

I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from moaning out loud, not wanting Jessica to hear us. I used my other hand to gently stroke his hair as he pleasured me in a way I had never experienced before.

Dean kept going, licking me lightly from bottom to top, working me up into a frenzy. Gently slipping a finger inside me, he worked my pussy. First soft and then harder, spiraling his tongue in a hard circular motion on the upper half, including my clit.

I came really hard, vibrating against his mouth. Dean switched from hard licks to soft kisses as I started to climax. I slid down off the end of the table, landing on Dean's lap in such a way that I was straddling him. He put his arms around me and started kissing my neck.

Suddenly I could feel his rapidly hardening cock pressing against my bare pussy through his slacks. Seized by uncertainly, I climbed down off of him, smoothing down my dress.

“I'm sorry, I-I have to go,” I stammered.

Picking up my panties off the floor, not bothering to put them back on, I did my best not to break into a run as I left the dining room to go and take a shower before rousing Jessica for her afternoon playtime.

I didn’t want Dean to know I was a virgin.Chapter Seven - DeanIt seemed like a dream. I might have even thought it was had it happened before I went to sleep. Becky laying on the table, panties off, legs wide, stroking my hair as I licked her to orgasm. And what an orgasm! It could have partly been down to the acoustics in the gigantic dining hall, but I had never heard a woman cum like that before.

I was still trying to figure it out that evening. Becky and I had been at absolute loggerheads ever since she first came into my life. I'd always thought the nanny was hot but couldn't stand the way she treated me like I knew nothing. To be fair, I actually didn't know anything, but Becky could have been nicer about it.

It was more than possible that her primary concern was Jessica. She had been hired as a nanny after all, and Jess was just a kid and an orphan at that.