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Chromeskull Has Entered the Chat

Team building exercises can improve employee collaboration and morale.

18+, semi public sex, talks of infidelity, lots of sex, general horniness.

Chapter 6: Reservations

As Jesse Cromeans sat draped across his domineering leather executive chair, his cheek casually resting in his palm, he realized he was completely and unequivocally fascinated.

By far his new favorite activity of the past few days was to glue himself to his laptop, flicking between the various hidden cameras placed to monitor his new employee’s every move. From morning till night, there wasn’t an angle that Jesse didn’t have covered. Maeve’s office was bugged to hell and back. Her workspace (who was he kidding, it was her playspace) he could watch from her stream, or his own feed if he was being nosy. Her Mustang was outfitted with a GPS tracker, and one flick of his finger could bring up the vehicle’s security features, intended route, and even how fast she was going. He even had access to the security cameras around her apartment building.

And, of course, every room in Maeve’s residence was monitored, her bedroom especially…

The day she’d ridden his knee Jesse had kept his eye on her after she’d gone home, and had been treated to the sight of her furiously masturbating in bed. In fact it was a habit of hers; the woman was insatiable. Every day Jesse left her hanging Maeve would speed home, weaving in and out of traffic to get to her apartment as quickly as possible. Once she was alone she’d toss her things aside, reaching to her bedside table drawer to pull out a sad piece of silicone to work herself over with. Once, twice, sometimes more… it only drove Jesse to be more of a prick to rile her up so he could watch. He patted himself on the back for insisting on the higher quality cameras with zoom functionality.

Jesse had control over all of it, and he was relishing in that fact.

He’d taken note of her routine. In the mornings she came into the office, she’d wake up with a hilarious case of bedhead and stumble to her closet to pick something to wear. Maeve would take her time, hmm-ing and haww-ing between blouse, skirt, and heel combinations before settling on one. Jesse did note that she did own slacks but pointedly chose not to wear them, opting for skirts that bordered on indecent. She most likely wore them in the hopes of riding him again. Maeve wasn’t too far off either; it was why he’d given her a skirt that day, after all.

She’d shower, and despite the simplicity of watching the woman bathe his inner voyeur thrummed away happily. Maeve was so vulnerable then. How could she expect danger in the safety of her own home? It made Jesse’s blood run hot but it didn’t last long; she liked being punctual.

After her hair and skincare routine she’d grab a quick bite and speed her way over to their office building. Maeve would enter her office and greet her two goldfish, Jaws and Cujo. The fat little fish

would wiggle over to her, sucking up their breakfast as she cooed at them. Her office hours would be uninteresting as Maeve checked her email, fiddled with her webpage, and googled her next rave, so Jesse had to make them interesting.

Keeping track of how quickly it took her to rush to his door when he requested her filled Jesse with glee. She always looked so hopeful, her green eyes wide and bright, only for him to ask for something completely stupid like a stapler or some rubber bands. Jesse had plenty of those things stuffed away in his desk drawers but Maeve never refused him, always skipping off to find what he’d specified. She’d return with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face, her prize cradled in her hands.

“Here you are, Mr. Cro-...” Maeve had to stop herself to consider how she should address him for the umpteenth time. If others were around, he was Mr. Cromeans. If they were alone…

“Can… Can I do anything else for you.. Jesse?” Maeve replied a few days after their little session. Either her confidence was growing, or she was just that needy for any kind of contact.

Jesse very much enjoyed teasing her by acting aloof, but she’d been a little model employee. What kind of boss would he be if he didn’t show his appreciation every now and again? Plus, trying to admire her beautiful ass through her tight-fitting skirts was driving him crazy. Persuading her to drop her skirt probably wouldn’t be all that difficult, considering whose name she cried out mid-orgasm when she was at home.

He slid his fingers over his phone as it sat on his desk, slowly dragging it towards him to brandish by his side as Jesse stared back at her. His practiced hand didn’t even need a passing glance as he typed out his message, his long legs spreading comfortably as he leaned back in his seat. Text to speech spoke for him.

[Can you?]

Maeve’s eyebrows twitched upward but she quickly suppressed her surprised expression, bringing it back down to neutrality, then sultry. Jesse could see her shoulders were still stiff, she was nervous, but her relaxed eyelids and hint of a smile told another story at the same time. How long had she been waiting for another opportunity? How long had he been denying her what she wanted?

A while. Jesse was just a prick like that. Her desperation was funny, endearing, and arousing all at the same time. What would she be willing to do after being teased?

“I… I could. I can,” she clarified, taking a step forward. Maeve stood taller, brushing her fiery, curly mane over her shoulder. “I… still feel bad I didn’t get to return the favor, last time…”

[Well, you can now.]

Her temporary confidence was bolstered, Jesse could see the flash of excitement in her eyes. It made him grin behind his mask.

She wrung her hands together, her long pale fingers twisting nervously as the gears turned in her head. Maeve trembled, but she set her eyes on him again.

“Then… let me thank you for all these wonderful opportunities.”

She was sticking with the professional lingo? If his vocal cords worked properly Jesse would have laughed.

[Highly inappropriate. I like it. Get over here.]

Jesse rotated his chair towards her, beckoning her towards him with a curl of his index finger. He then promptly pointed down to his open lap.

A shy giggle escaped her at his obvious display. He was surprisingly a jokester, one that was very into these cliche sexy escapades. From how her shoulders relaxed and her arms went from crossed to slack at her sides, Jesse could tell she wouldn’t refuse him. Maeve all but lit up as she sauntered over to the side of his desk, her fingers dragging luridly against the tabletop. Her scarlet lips curled into a smirk, her curved hip pointed out to the side.

Jesse patted his thigh.

[Sit.]

Maeve obediently folded herself across his lap without question, one shapely leg crossed over the other as her hand rested right overtop of his pectoral through his suit jacket to support herself. Jesse sighed with contentment as he felt her amazing ass rest atop him, and he had a great view once she purposely made a show of unbuttoning another clasp on her blouse. Her lacey black bra had made a return, or she had more than one.

Gazing at her own reflection in his chrome mask, Jesse could tell she was worked up already. Her cheeks were flushed a faint pink. Her long, pretty lashes hung low in her daze. Maeve’s lips were parted in a large grin, her abundant chest rising and falling unevenly as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers were gripping into his turtleneck. This demeanor was what he liked to see; the eager Miss Morbid had come out to play.

“Do I need to call HR?” Maeve chuckled. “I might need a witness to this kind of… behavior.”

Jesse shook his head, his free hand slowly trailing up along one of her legs.

[Would you do that to poor Spann?]

“‘Poor Spann?’ Poor me!”

He couldn’t help his shoulders shaking with mirth. Despite sitting in his lap, Jesse Cromeans, Chromeskull, she had the brass to insult his trusted secretary and assert herself for her own needs. Maeve did it right in the face of a man who dismembered corpses for fun and recorded it. But she was crazy enough to do the same thing and then hop her horny ass right on top of him. She was an absolute nut and he couldn’t get enough of her antics. It was what attracted him to her to begin with. That and it could have been the tits. Or the ass. Or both.

His fingers slid under the snug-fitting fabric of her skirt, once again feeling the soft flesh of her thigh. Jesse felt her breath hitch, a shudder rolling through her.

[Poor you? What haven’t I given you?]

“You know exactly what,” Maeve pouted.

Her hand rose up, cupping the side of his jaw that wasn’t covered by his mask. Jesse almost had the mind to push her hand back down, but she wasn’t trying to remove his face covering. Maeve only rubbed her thumb over his skin, her palm sliding around to grasp the back of his smooth head. That sent a pleasant tingle down his spine, the sensitive patch of skin at the base of his skull thrumming nicely. But she seemed to enjoy it a whole lot more, her lips parting slightly with a shaky sigh as her hips wriggled on his thigh.

She didn’t want to specify? There wasn’t a need to be shy. It was obvious after all.

[Oh, I do know.]

Setting his phone down briefly, Jesse reached for his nearby laptop. Tapping away with one hand he opened up a folder of his, selecting a file to open in his media player. Maeve eyed the display curiously, awaiting as she idly stroked the skin stretched over his skull.

A video opened. The angle was of her bedroom, aimed square overtop of her king-sized mattress. Jesse felt her tense in his hold but he could only grin silently, keeping his shoulders from shaking with glee so as to not ruin the reveal. On the recording Maeve laid in the middle, head thrown back and legs spread wide as she thrust her poor dildo deep inside of herself.

The audio rang loud and clear through his laptop’s speakers. Jesse didn’t care if anyone passed by his door and happened to hear. His employees had certainly heard worse things.

Maeve in the video whined and moaned, writhing against her sheets.

“D-Daddy… Daddy…! A-aah~! Please…please… Fuck me… Fuck me! Jesse~!”

Jesse slowly turned his head towards her.

A sputtered bubble of laughter bloomed from her chest. Maeve leaned her cheek against Jesse’s shoulder, her cries still echoing from his laptop as she made the loudest snort he’d ever heard.

“Shit!” She cackled. “Well… you do know!” Maeve sat straighter, lightly swatting at his chest with her palm. “And you keep teasing me, you asshole!”

Jesse lurched in his chair, his broken vocal chords croaking out a raspy howl as he did his best approximation of a belly laugh. He threw his head back, his hand slapping against his bald scalp as his whole body shook. She wasn’t even surprised he’d been recording, but how could she be? Maeve liked being watched. God he hadn’t laughed that hard in ages.

The video was one of his favorites; he’d watched it several times. The fact that he could get her so turned on by doing basically nothing made him giddy. It was intoxicating, to have such a profound effect and power over another person. He said jump, Maeve would ask how high. Jesse said or implied one suggestive thing, she’d run home and fuck herself silly. Now that the cat was out of the bag, there was no need to beat around the bush.

Jesse slid his hand around to her inner thigh, his gloved finger tips pressing against the crotch of Maeve’s panties. Laughs turned to gasps as Maeve’s bright green eyes went dark, her pupils quickly blown out. Her breaths caught with a soft sigh, her hips trying to press down against his fingers shamelessly to get what she’d been hankering for. He allowed it for a few moments, watching with curiosity as Maeve ground her hips against his digits.

He removed his hand from her when he thought she was having too much fun, bringing it in front of them to rub her slickness between his nitrile-covered fingers.

[Making a mess in my office?]

He slid an arm under her knees and hefted himself onto his feet with her in his hold. Not having to go far, Jesse pushed his laptop aside and laid Maeve down on her back on top of his desk. Pinning her there with his body and a hand by the side of her head, he wedged himself between her legs that were dangling off the edge.

Keeping his phone in the hand on his desk, Jesse deftly slid the other up her skirt and into her panties. As he glided his fingers through her hot, soaked folds, Maeve trembled with a soft whine.

[We could make it a bigger mess.]

“Please…” Maeve pleaded softly, her cheeks again flushed with the color traveling down to her chest. She brought her knees up, giving him better access to any part of her Jesse wished.

She’d submit easier than crumpling tissue paper. Jesse could already feel his erection straining his pants; he could have easily fucked her right then and there in his office. But, he was a sentimental fellow. Their first time wouldn’t be special if they did it like that. So he would restrain himself, take her out for dinner again before taking her home and removing her ability to walk right the next day. It would be sexier to fuck his new mistress in his marital bed, anyway. Mrs. Cromeans certainly wasn’t using it for anything exciting.

His phone was now in the way of using both of his hands. Jesse pushed it to skitter across his desk and onto the floor with a loud clatter. Oh well; he had boxes of replacements. With his newfound dexterity he was free to reach up to either side of Maeve’s hips and grasp the sheer black lace of her panties. The red head smiled up at him as he did so, but her expression fell comically when the rip of fabric tore through the air. Jesse dangled his prize around his index finger, the scraps of her now unusable thong.

“Jesse!” Maeve huffed. “You might be made of money, but I’m not! Hope you’ve got a replacement-”

Jesse shook his head no.

“Jesse-!”

He paid her no mind. One huge hand wrapped around her leg and hefted it over his shoulder. With her legs parted so vastly her skirt had ridden up to bunch around her waist, and Jesse now had his first look at her that wasn’t through a camera.

Maeve’s pussy was gorgeous. It was so pink against her pale skin, glistening in the fluorescent light of his office. His long, black nitrile fingers were in sharp contrast as he pressed his fingers slowly through her folds, feeling her heat and wetness envelop him. She mewled quietly under his touch, her hips pressing up against him in a greedy attempt to get more from him.

“J-Jesse,” Maeve leaned her head to the side, her bright red curls in a messy halo around her. “Please, please… Don’t leave me hanging again… My poor heart can’t take it-”

His fingertips pressing against her swollen clit cut Maeve off mid-sentence. Her mouth fell open with a soft cry, her chest rising and falling as her breaths deepened. Jesse leaned over her, his own labored breathing muffled inside of his mask. The thrill of it all was intoxicating. At any moment, someone could knock and walk right through his office door. It wasn’t locked. Jesse didn’t speak, so people didn’t wait for affirmation to be let in. An intern, Preston, or Spann could step right in and watch as he unabashedly ruined their newest employee. Maeve must have known this, too.

But she didn’t care in the slightest.

“Jesse…” She whined. “...D-Daddy… thank you…!”

Oh, he really did like the sound of that. Jesse turned his head so all of her sweet moans could grace his ears, his middle and index finger pressing inside of her needy little hole. Her walls eagerly clenched around him, pulling him in as his thumb rubbed up against her swollen nub. He rocked his hand slowly, drawing himself in and out as he watched her expression. Maeve was in bliss, staring up at him with unfocused eyes. The leg that wasn’t propped over his shoulder had fallen to the side like the pages of a book, completely open just for him.

It was times like this Jesse wished he could speak without the use of technology. He wanted to ask her so many things; what she wanted him to do to her, what she could do for him in return, how he was making her feel and how needy was she for it? Jesse could tell by looking at her but he wanted to hear her say it, to make her admit to all the awful things that went through her horny little mind. Occasionally Maeve said those things on her streams, but Jesse wanted to have those words all to himself. He needed the ego boost.

Curling his fingers inside of her brushed them up against the spot that made Maeve keen, her back arching off of his desk.

“Y-Yes! Ohhh, Daddy-y~! Right there! Don’t stop-”

How could he refuse when she asked him so nicely? Jesse’s hand picked up the pace, his office filing with the lewd squelch of his fingers pumping inside her and her wanton wailing. His free hand moved upward, roughly but carefully undoing another few buttons on her blouse to fully expose her bra. Whether it was coincidence or providence Maeve had chosen to wear a bra with a front clasp that day, which Jesse easily unclasped with a flick of his wrist. Pushing the garment aside gave him a wonderful look at her tits, perky, bountiful and perfect. Jesse palmed one before harshly pinching on her sensitive nipple, tugging as he rubbed a circle around her clit with his thumb.

Either his other employees thought he was currently gutting the new hire, or they now realized what kind of activities Jesse got up to when left alone in his office. What did it matter to them, anyway? It was his business; he could fuck on top of his desk if he wanted. He still paid them their salaries. In fact it would be more out of place if he didn’t perform unethical acts in his headquarters dedicated to murderous snuff films. Chromeskull’s brand was enhanced by it.

Thankfully he could control himself when he wanted, because his cock was absolutely raging inside of his slacks. Jesse felt the wet spot that had soaked into his boxer-briefs, and that would probably show on the outside of his pants. The tip of his dick was drooling, begging for some kind of contact, but he couldn’t. The wait would make it all the better when he could take Maeve home and pound her into his mattress, cum inside her how she liked and do it all over again until neither of them could move.

But Jesse was far from a saint. He needed something.

Pulling his hands from her made Maeve glance up in dazed confusion. “..Wha..?”

She weakly grasped at the lapels of his suit jacket, trying to guide him back. “No…! I’m so close-! Please, Daddy, please-”

Her manners were so forthcoming when an orgasm was on the line. Jesse sat back in his office chair, pulling Maeve with him to sit back in his lap. Her back pressed to his chest, Jesse guided her to force her hips back so her ass was snugly pressed against his clothed erection. She picked up the hint quickly; Maeve whimpered as she ground herself against him, her slender arm wrapping back to him as she turned her head to gaze through heavy lashes.

“Jesse- D-Daddy, pleaaase… fuck me? Please~?”

Maeve tried to sneak her other hand between them, fidgeting with his zipper, but Jesse caught her wrist and pushed it away. He shook his head no and she sobbed.

“W-Why not?! I’ve been good, I’ve been so good-”

The tears pricking at the corners of her eyes had spread, smearing her mascara. Drool oozed from the corner of her lips. Her hair was all over the place and her clothes hung off of her in various states of disarray. Yes, he could approve of sending her back to her office this way, and he could reward her for going along with his little games. Maeve was so very fun to play with.

Jesse thrust his hips against her ass, his own need growing as his fingers found her clit again. Maeve cried out as her own hand pressed over his own, increasing the pressure and forcing his fingers just where she needed them most. Before his lust-addled brain could let him forget Jesse shoved his other fingers into Maeve’s mouth, wedged between her upper and lower jaw. He wanted everyone to hear what they were doing. His eyebrows raised under his mask when he felt her tongue heatedly lave over his digits.

He’d have Spann get them some reservations for dinner, somewhere. Anywhere. The quicker the better.

Both of them were quickly becoming unhinged, heavily breathing and uncoordinated grinding as Jesse’s office chair protested under the both of them. His fingers thrummed harshly against her clit, Maeve’s pitch rising and rising and rising.

“Aah~! Ah~! Hnn~! Jesse- Daddy! DADDY-”

Maeve quaked against his fingers, her voice a shrill series of repeating gasps as she came. Her haphazard rocking was enough to send himself over the edge as well, Jesse groaning raspily as he shot hot cum into his designer boxer-briefs. The two of them took their sweet time winding down from their high, both struggling to catch their breath and their thoughts. Maeve, still with her boundless enthusiasm, turned around in his lap to lavish an open mouthed kiss against his exposed jawline. She held his turtleneck firmly as her tongue slid over his skin, moaning against him as she made her thanks known. Maeve nosed lower, pulling the fabric of his shirt to the side to wrap her lips around a pale spot on his neck to graze her teeth against his flesh. Jesse would have been more than happy to let her continue, but sadly he had to gently guide her away with a palm to cup her jaw. He didn’t need Mrs. Cromeans asking about any hickeys or bruises if she decided to video call him.

“Mmm…” Maeve sighed. “Let me kiss you…” But with another careful but firm press she sat back up to pout. Jesse hummed in amusement.

She huffed at him, glancing over at his cellphone on the floor. Maeve reached over to pick it up, placing it back in his hand.

“You’re so mean,” she huffed.

Despite the exertion and the drowsy afterglow of his orgasm, Jesse had no trouble typing out his responses for her.

[Don’t you like it when Daddy is mean?]

Maeve laughed, resting her cheek against his chest. Her hand palmed over his turtleneck, greedily groping a handful of his pectoral.

“Do you really not mind me calling you that?”

[You didn’t ask permission before.]

“That’s true.” She gazed up at him, a dazed yet satisfied look in her eyes. “Fine then. But yes, I do like it when Daddy is mean.” His shoulders shook with another silent laugh. To see how she was now compared to when they first met was like night and day. She’d been so timid before, nervous about every little move she made. Now she was teasing him like they were old friends… friends who fingered each other in the office. He supposed that was more like friends with benefits, not that Jesse minded at all. Far from it; it was what he’d been waiting for since he’d first laid eyes on her. But they could do more.

Despite how comfortable he was, the stickiness in Jesse’s pants was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He tapped away at his phone.

[Isn’t there work you should be doing? What am I paying you for?]

Maeve cackled. “You jerk. Weren’t you the one that called me in here?”

Jesse tilted his head slightly.

[Scandalous. I’d never.]

“Pfft. Okay.”

Maeve removed herself from his embrace, trying her best to make herself presentable once again. Her panties were a no go, resigned to scraps on the floor. She smoothed out her skirt, rebuttoned her bra and blouse, and using Jesse’s mask as a makeshift mirror tied her mussed hair up.

[Going commando are we?]

“I wonder whose fault that is,” Maeve shot back teasingly. He grinned unseen.

Once she’d put herself back together, his newest employee gently ran her fingers from the top of his smooth cranium to down along his exposed jaw. He watched as her eyes greedily roamed over him, and Jesse could see the predatory intent in them. To any normal man it would have been intimidating; was this what her victims saw when she picked them out in those shitty, run down rave bars? It made a thrill run down his spine.

She didn’t say anything more as she slid out of the double doors to his office, waving her fingers at him in a scandalous goodbye. The urge to chase after her was strong, but Jesse wanted to be sentimental. When the door clicked shut, Jesse bent over to scoop up the shreds of lace he’d ripped from her. He stuffed them into his pocket; a memento.

Maeve was on cloud nine.

That had been even better than the last time. She’d gotten actual physical contact with the man she’d been lusting after since the day she’d met him. Once the very real fear of being horribly tortured had subsided, Maeve’s lizard brain kicked into high gear to scream at her about how sexy Jesse was and how she absolutely had to have him. He was tall, strong, and an asshole in the best of ways. Sure he had her apartment rigged with cameras that recorded her every move, and most certainly jacked-off to it, but the more she thought about it the more it turned her on. She liked being the center of attention; it was why she streamed. …Was she an exhibitionist? Maybe-

“Ms. Macrae.”

The sharp tone caught Maeve off guard as she was lost in her thoughts, her hand hovering over the door knob to her own office. Glancing up, Spann stood rigid at the end of the hallway, her fake smile noticeably missing.

Maeve plastered on a large friendly grin of her own, turning to face the other woman.

“Good morning Spann! How are you?”

Her nose wrinkled as soon as she heard her name without the ‘Ms.’ in front of it. Jesse did say that it was fine to call her that.

Spann didn’t return her pleasantries. “Mr. Cromeans didn’t have any meetings blocked out on his calendar.”

From her body language and deadpan tone, Maeve could tell she was absolutely livid. They must have been loud enough for everyone to hear after all.

That made a shit-eating grin spread across Maeve’s lips.

“Oh? No? Well… he is the boss. I’m sure he can schedule impromptu meetings when he needs one.” Spann’s fists clenched at her sides. Her jaw tightened.

“Mr. Cromeans is a very busy man. He can’t afford distractions.”

Maeve leaned against her door, twirling a stray red curl around her finger.

“He didn’t seem distracted to me. He was very, very focused.”

That made Spann sputter indignantly, huffing as she turned on her heels and stormed off. Oh, she was jealous. Maeve wondered how long she’d been working for the Organization, doing anything she could in the hopes of getting on Jesse’s good side. Only for herself to swoop in and fuck the man in the span of less than a few days. The realization made Maeve giddy with self-satisfaction. Spann had started this strange rivalry, and Maeve had blown it the fuck out of the water in spectacular fashion. Preston rounded the corner, peeking over his shoulder as Spann left with steam coming out of her ears. He pointed at her, mouthing to Maeve down the hall silently.

‘She’s pissed!’

Maeve grinned back at him, nodding.

When the other woman was far enough away Preston took a few steps closer, though his voice was still in a low hush.

“Was… uh… that you and the boss? Earlier…?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Preston.” A bold-faced lie.

“Bullshit. Could hear ya halfway across the damn building.” He shot a look over his shoulder again, probably to make sure Spann wasn’t in earshot. “Look, I, uh, don’t care what the hell you do. I don’t wanna know. But, I hate her,” Preston pointed down the hall. “... with a burning passion. And, uh, I’m pretty sure she has the hots for that crazy fucker. Uh, no offense.”

“None taken.”

“So… whatever you two do is, uh, none of my business. Just… watch out for that bitch. She’s short but she’s a fuckin’ schemer.”

Maeve nodded. “Thanks for the heads up, Preston. I appreciate it.”

“No problem… uh… I don’t know what the hell you want me to call you.”

“Just ‘Maeve’ is fine.”

“Gotcha.” Preston nodded as he took a few tentative steps back. “And, uh… congrats, I guess? Didn’t need to know about your, uh, kinky shit, but here we are.”

That got a laugh out of her. The whole world was in on their shenanigans without a say in the matter; the fact that Maeve was standing in front of Preston, secretly going commando was really a testament to who she was as a person. Though a simple Daddy kink was far from extreme. If only Preston knew what was really out there.

But it was so much fun.

“I’ll see you around Preston.”

He waved her off and Maeve retreated to her office, closing the door behind her and plopping herself down at her desk. The sensation of her bare parts against her skirt made her squirm slightly, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Maybe Jesse was onto something. It really would make rendezvous much easier without the extra barrier in the way. If she was feeling brave she could saunter into his office, making it very known that she’d forgone underwear-

Her laptop dinged. A notification for a new email popped up on the side of her screen, the From line listing Chromeskull as the sender.

Maeve opened it without a second thought.

It was addressed to Spann, but Maeve had been added onto it via the CC line.

[Reservations]

“Spann,

Book a reservation for two this Friday. The usual.

-CS”

Maeve could only imagine how badly Spann was fuming at that moment. Jesse was such a prick.

But he was such a sexy one.

A buzz from Maeve’s phone told her she was out of time for the final touches. Putting the back of her other fake diamond earring in place, she fetched her purse and strutted out of her apartment to meet the man waiting for her down below.

The shiny black Chrysler reflected the setting sun in front of Maeve’s apartment complex; a familiar scenario with a nicer setting.

The restaurant Spann begrudgingly put the reservation in for was one of the best in the city. Jesse often frequented it with Mrs. Cromeans, but tonight he would be bringing much more pleasant company. If Maeve thought the other place was nice, she was in for a surprise. He always surprised her, didn’t he?

After one last check in his rear view mirror, Jesse was blessed with her presence. Dressed in the all black cocktail dress he had delivered to her the day prior, the cut out in the chest area revealed her breasts just as well as he envisioned. Her lovely legs were framed beautifully, and her feet were dolled up in a pair of familiar black stilettos. Those red curls were neatly dressed atop her head with a clip, giving her a real princess look. The style allowed him to see the earrings planted in her ears, fake but beautiful nonetheless. Jesse made a note to buy her some real stones to decorate herself with; she’d more than earned it.

Maeve greeted him with a ruby red smile before planting herself in his passenger seat.

“Hello again, Jesse.” She greeted him before closing the door behind her. Having only given her an hour after work to get ready, she’d prettied herself up very well.

[You look nice. Try not to ruin your dress this time.]

Maeve responded by hiding her face in her hands following a groan, and Jesse had a silent chuckle before he peeled out of the complex and onto the busy Jacksonville streets.

“That was an accident! I didn’t want to ruin that dress. It was a pretty penny!” For her previous budget, anyway.

[Right, an accident. I think you just wanted me to take it off for you.]

A fake gasp of offense left Maeve’s lips. “What kind of girl do you take me for? Not on the first date!”

Jesse shook his head while his thumb glided across the keypad on his phone.

[I know what kind of woman you are.]

“Jeez, don’t have to call me out on it. I don’t see you complaining.”

[Oh no, I’m not.]

Indeed, he wasn’t… As much as he teased her for it, Maeve knew deep down they both were equally as needy for one another. After all, who was the one always calling her to his office? Jesse always pranced around her without a care in the world, even if she noticed his predicaments; hell he had one now. That mask of his did nothing to hide his shameless staring. The dress he chose for her was anything but subtle. With this man, having high hopes was a risky game, but Maeve was sure he had more plans than the usual hand or kneecap after he had wined and dined her.

Would it be bad to indulge in a little appetizer before the main course? Maeve bit her lip while looking at the straining bulge in his black pants before she got the courage to act on it. Her hand rested on his knee cap in a mock fashion to how he grabbed her on their first date. Jesse didn’t react, but that was fine; he would soon enough.

Her slender fingers glided along his toned thigh to the junction of his hip. Maeve was much less of the teasing type than Jesse was, so her hand just went for it; right onto his trapped erection. Jesse all but encouraged her by ignoring her completely, the black eyes of his mask focused on the road in front of him. That gave her free reign to rub on his bulge through his pants, but robbed her of the satisfaction of a reaction. Maeve met it with a grin and shrug; that meant she’d just have to work harder. They were quickly becoming restrictive for the both of them, so Maeve pulled his fly down and shuffled his pants down a tad.

With the material of his boxer briefs against her hand, it dawned on Maeve that she had never seen Jesse’s cock before. Was it worth unveiling such a prize before the main event? With a brief thought, the answer was blatantly obvious; yes. Yes it was.

Parting the slit in the smooth material, Maeve carefully maneuvered Jesse’s cock free from its cloth prison. Wrapping her hand around it was a pleasant surprise; it was thick. Not to mention, pleasantly long. She always knew deep down he had a big dick, but having confirmation was so sweet. Jesse wasn’t done pleasantly surprising her however, as Maeve soon discovered after her hand slid up his length to the tip. Not only was he circumcised, there was a metal ball to greet her. He had a Prince Albert? What a maniac. A hot one at that.

Her thumb gliding across his piercing pulled a soft grunt from the typically silent man. Lucky for him, she knew how to play with piercings. She moved it around just right so he could feel something, but not enough to hurt. The many times of his wife pulling on it too hard had Jesse often wonder if getting it was a mistake; bless Maeve for being such a gift. Sitting back and letting her take over was all too simple, he’d have leaned his head back while sipping a nice glass of brandy had he not been driving. Getting them home alive was a much more desirable outcome; he almost wanted to cancel the date.

Maeve skillfully slid her hand back down his shaft, and up again while tracing his tip with practiced precision. It was just a simple handjob, but such a pleasant one had been so hard to come by for free. Jesse felt spoiled, totally deserved. He fought to keep his head up as he groaned, nearly missing the turn he had to make at the incoming light. The restaurant was a mere block away, yet Jesse wanted to make extra turns just to prolong this new pleasure.

It was Maeve’s turn to be a little cocky, her shoulders shaking with a giggle while her hand serviced him. It was about time he was the one starting to squirm and struggle in his seat. He wasn’t a solid wall after all. Her thumb caught the precum he began to ooze out and used it as a lube for his shaft, now beginning to make a subtle soft clap that was drowned out by the sound of the car and nearby vehicles. In addition with his grunts, which he generously let out in bunches. How audible would he be in bed, she wondered?

Maeve was pulling an orgasm right out of him, much quicker than he typically would, but he was far from complaining. He miraculously managed to park in the parking lot of the restaurant, noticeably in the darker section for Maeve to finish, but little did he know he would not be granted the satisfaction.

The wonderful hand was gone, and Jesse came crashing down from ecstasy into his seat. His head immediately snapped over to her, but she only responded with an “innocent” smile.

“We’re here, let’s go eat. I’m starving!”

Jesse silently fumed behind his mask as he watched Maeve leave the car. That shifty little…

As Jesse stuffed himself back into his pants, Maeve marveled at the restaurant he had just taken them to. While the outside of the building was rather plain, it was behind the building that was the sight to behold; it was a beachfront restaurant. The parking lot was sparsely filled with other parked cars, though none as nice as Jesse’s Maeve noticed. Quite unusual for a Friday night. Had he booked out the entire restaurant again like last time? Did that mean he would actually be eating this time? Or would he just watch her eat like a weirdo again? The idea of seeing Jesse’s face filled Maeve with butterflies, but she didn’t hold her hopes high.

The sound of Jesse’s car door opening and shutting was the cue to go inside, though Maeve waited up for Jesse so the two could walk in side by side. While Jesse was still peeved at her, the sight of her hand being extended towards him stopped him in his tracks. Even if he was annoyed with her, Jesse couldn’t bring himself to ignore her. He slid his gloved fingers in between her delicate ones, locking together like a perfect puzzle. She gave his large hand a squeeze before resting her head on his arm, and Jesse briefly forgot why he was even annoyed with her to begin with.

Finding his manners once again, Jesse held the door of the restaurant open for Maeve, their hands briefly separating so she could enter. Her pale skin reflected the turquoise of the waterfall walls lining the entrance, in between the rounded archways coated with a layer of chrome. Maeve’s green eyes darted all along the entryway, a silent wow leaving her lips.

“There’s a waterfall in here. That’s nuts.”

[Were you expecting Olive Garden or something?]

“No. It didn't even cross my mind that you would grace Olive Garden with your presence.”

[You would be correct. Hope you like seafood, this is the best in town.]

The two of them were quickly greeted by the host holding two menus in advance.

“Mr. Cromeans, so nice to see you again. And Mrs…”

The host stopped mid sentence when he saw Maeve, who only smiled at the man, none the wiser.

“Oh, I’m Maeve.” She replied.

The host awkwardly cleared his throat before leading the two to their table past the other guests enjoying their meals to the empty section in the restaurant. Jesse and Maeve were sat at a booth with a view of the beach across from them through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was just beginning to set, giving Maeve a beautiful orange sky to marvel as their waiter arrived. The setting of this date was much more romantic than the last; especially with the exclusion of Preston as their waiter.

The two were both given menus, but Maeve would be the only one indulging in it apparently, judging by the fact that only she got a cocktail; the Black Widow.

Glancing over the menu, Maeve felt her heart sink with each number she saw. The prices were way out of her range. Sure, she wasn’t paying, but still.

… Wait, he was paying, right?

Maeve sipped on her expensive cocktail modestly, her eyes dancing over the laminated sheet, while her date stared at her lovingly, his chin planted in his palm as he watched her drink.

“Hm… I’m surprised they don’t have surf-n-turf.” Maeve joked, to get the conversation rolling again.

Without moving his head from his palm, Jesse typed his response out for her.

[I can have them make that for you.]

… What did that mean?!

“N-No no no- What do you mean by that- no, it’s fine.” Maeve dropped her eyes back to the menu.

“You know, the seabass sounds interesting-” For 48 dollars. The regret instantly set it.

Jesse didn’t give her time to backtrack, his phone screen already facing her again.

[Ever had seabass before?]

“No, we didn’t have seabass at the Great Lakes.”

“Tsk.”

Jesse wagged his finger at her.

[You poor little plebeian.]

If Jesse was anybody else, Maeve would have been angry; offended even. Lucky for him, she was head over heels for the asshole, and much more. So she instead took another sip of her cocktail, this time more generously.

“Saying that won’t get your dick rubbed.”

And just like that, he dropped his phone on the table, purely for the fact he was still half chubbed in his pants.

Maeve’s courtesy for Jesse’s wallet had dissipated, and when the waiter came she did indeed order the seabass, along with the cheese platter. One more cocktail too, while she was at it. Jesse didn’t order a thing, nor did he flinch at her orders. He just watched her.

Out of courtesy, the waiter acknowledged him for an order.

“Sir, are you sure you won’t dine with us this evening? We have a fine selection of…”

Jesse cut him off.

[I have a fine selection right in front of me, I’m good.]

The waiter and Maeve nearly choked on nothing. Sweat was wiped off the man’s brow before he scurried off with Maeve’s order. In the distance, the kitchen could be heard subtly roaring at the new intel it had received. Jesse didn’t bat an eye, but Maeve felt her face on fire. This guy- what was his problem?! This stupid sexy-

“Are you trying to embarrass me?!” She hissed in a hushed tone.

And without missing a beat, Jesse shot back.

[You aren’t embarrassed when I make you scream in the office.]

He wasn’t wrong, and that’s what pissed Maeve off. She would never win against this man. He was such a sexy prick, with a huge wallet and nice dick. And just for that, Maeve would generously enjoy both.

She would also enjoy the food, which was delivered in a timely fashion. The cheese platter came adorned with a fresh honeycomb, with a cup of fruit compote and almonds, along with marinated olives, fruits, and several cheeses. This board alone cost more than her old weekly grocery bill. Maeve felt herself drool at the sight, not knowing where to begin on this board. Of course, it was all left for her to enjoy, Jesse simply watched. With his full attention, Maeve scooped up the honey dripping off the comb with her index finger and sucked it off while locking eyes with the man through the mask. While Jesse kept his composure, Maeve noticed his hand clutch the table cloth in response. If they even made it home from there, Maeve would have been surprised.

No sooner than the board being removed from the table did her dish come. The savory scent of seared fish filled Maeve’s nose once her plate was placed in front of her. A pretty cut of bass rested on a pile of mash, garnished with micro greens. A mix of lobster and mango rested beside the bass, chopped up into dainty little bits. This was the fanciest dish Maeve had ever had in her entire existence; even fancier than the Italian place. This time though, she intended to eat it.

“Could I get you anything else, Miss?” The waiter asked.

“No thank you, this is perfect.” Maeve answered, unable to tear her eyes from her plate. She just wanted to dig into her fish like a madwoman.

Only Jesse saw the waiter scurry off once again, Maeve dug in the moment he left their side. Slicing her fish into a smaller piece and piling the lobster and mango on top, she eagerly slid the fork into her mouth. She physically felt herself melt into the seat when the flavor invaded her tongue. It tasted like heaven. The best dish she had ever had, and her standards were never hard to satisfy. It was leagues better than stolen ramen from the dollar store. Nothing else caught her attention, the only thing she focused on was that dish. Jesse watched her eat with amusement, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Knowing she wouldn’t look up to read his message, Jesse instead had a question read to her.

[Are you chewing that or just swallowing it?]

Stopping mid bite, Maeve glanced up at her date, only now realizing she had some mash on her chin. To her dismay, she was already almost done.

“I-I’m chewing it.” She responded with a pout, this time taking her next bite much slower to savor the dish.

Jesse just shook his head at her in amusement.

[Don’t let me stop you. The quicker you finish, the quicker we can get back to my place.]

Maeve froze, her lashes fluttering and brows raising mid bite.

“... Your place?”

Jesse’s shoulders shook once again.

[Or I could just pull the car off somewhere, if you want to be fucked on the side of the road.]

As appealing as that sounded, Maeve picked up the pace with her food. It was rather heavenly; but Jesse had something equally as good waiting for her.

The total was a mystery to Maeve, Jesse just handed the waiter his card without even seeing the bill. It was taken without question, and when Jesse got his card back, they were off. Jesse peeled out of the parking lot and onto the Jacksonville streets, most likely cutting someone off but Maeve wasn’t paying that close attention, nor did she care. Her eyes were on her paramour, his mask glistening against the street lights illuminating the roads under the cover of night. He was quite eager to get home, Maeve could tell by how his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession. She wondered if that comment of pulling off to the side of the road was more than a joke. It was about time he was the horny one here.

“Aw, were you wining and dining me tonight?” Maeve lulled, her hand gliding across his thigh down to his kneecap.

[Yes.] Jesse typed out without taking his eyes off the road.

“Aww… Thank you… daddy.”

Maeve could hear the man’s breath hitch behind the mask. His hand clutched the steering wheel tight, and Maeve could hear the engine roar as he accelerated beyond the posted speed limit. Jesse’s phone was tossed into the cupholder and soon found itself on her wrist, pulling it towards his crotch yet again. Maeve could feel the indent in his pants, but she wasn’t about to end the night so soon.

“No no.” She pulled her hand away, keeping it in her own lap. “Save it for when we get to your place, mister…”

She could hear Jesse let out a sigh of frustration. He didn’t seem to enjoy a taste of his own medicine.

Driving up the gated driveway, Maeve’s eyes were finally set on the place Jesse called home. A large modern square shaped mansion, dark gray in color with a huge chimney that dominated the silhouette of the house, lined with shrubbery and palm trees littering the property. As the car approached the home, the lights began flickering to life, illuminating the driveway and the house for Maeve to marvel in all its glory. Whether unintentionally or by design, not much was visible of the inside from the front of the house, spare the staircase and an upstairs hallway, which were noticeably barren. Her view was cut off by the car rolling into the garage, which opened automatically for Jesse’s Chrysler. The car was turned off, and Jesse was in no rush to stay inside despite Maeve’s ogling. Her door was peeled open, in less of a polite gesture and more of a get a move on gesture. Maeve took her sweet time exiting his car, to his dismay. Jesse took Maeve’s hand and began to pull her along through his garage to a door off to the side that lead inside of his home.

Inside was yet another marvel; a darkly painted interior adorned with black furniture encased in chrome, white floor rugs resting atop the dark hardwood floors trickling throughout the home, save for the kitchen and entryway she now stood in. The walls of his entryway were lined with skull coat hangers, chrome to stay on theme. Maeve giggled to herself, but soon let out a small squeak after being pulled along once again.

“Woah mister, cool it, the bed isn’t going anywhere!”

Jesse huffed behind his mask before typing a response.

[Ogle my house later. We have business to tend to.]

Maeve tried to find the will to feign resistance, but Jesse didn’t give her the chance to do so by scooping her up and onto his shoulder, with a firm grip on her ass cheek while he led her up the stairs. All Maeve could do was laugh at the situation. She did have him waiting, didn’t she? Poor guy was plenty pent up. The fact they got home was a miracle.

“Ooh~” Maeve crooned into his ear. “Daddy’s mad…”

The loud boom of Jesse’s foot sending what must’ve been his bedroom door flying open made her jump with surprise. It also sent a warm shiver down her spine, wiggling herself snugly into his tightly gripping hand. He was big, tall, and strong enough to manhandle her anywhere he wanted, and Maeve was more than happy to let him do so. She was abruptly thrown, landing onto a very huge but comfy place with a squeak. Glancing around her was the biggest bed Maeve had ever seen, bigger than a king, covered in black silk sheets.

He hadn’t even done anything to her yet, and Jesse thought Maeve already looked unhinged. Her dress was wrinkled, one heel dangled off of her foot, her hair was mussed and her chest was rising and falling with deep breaths in anticipation. But this wasn’t going to be like their usual office shenanigans. Jesse had wined and dined her and brought her to his marital bed for a reason; it was all about the fanfare and exhibition after all.

Jesse peeled off his black nitrile gloves, the first time Maeve had ever seen his bare hands, and tossed them to some corner of the room. It was absolutely fiendish how horny the sight of his real fingers made Maeve, biting her lower lip at the thought of them inside her without any protection. It also made her wonder; how much else of him was she going to see that evening?

Apparently more; Jesse shrugged off his suit jacket as he approached the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders still large and imposing without it. Amazingly he removed his turtleneck, the madman wore it in Florida, without disturbing his chrome skull. Despite the disappointment of not seeing his face, Maeve hummed with satisfaction at the sight of his bare torso and his muscly, tattooed arms. Full sleeves adorned each one, thick and defined even in the low light. So that was how he hauled her around so effortlessly. From what she could tell the design was more skulls and bones, of course. And there was still the skull and knives planted in the middle of his tits. He was so delicious.

He kicked off his shoes before he crawled over top of her, and Jesse could see her pupils blow out as he did. Arms supporting himself on either side of her head, his obviously tented pants hovered ominously. He’d been building up the moment in his mind for so long, and now he finally got to play out the fantasy. Sliding his hand into his pocket Jesse pulled out his phone, his memory helping him type the text to speech without even looking.

[You’re overdressed.]

Maeve gasped softly, but couldn’t help but smile at the same time.

“W-Well… you didn’t really give me the chance-”

His hand slid behind her, and with a characteristic zip Maeve felt her dress go slack.

“Oh~” Maeve chuckled. “You seem really good at that…”

[I’m good at a lot of things.]

Maeve was shimmied out of her dress and her heels thrown to the side. The only thing left on her were a pair of sheer lace black panties. Jesse pushed himself up a bit, tilting his head to admire the garment. So, she’d had some ideas of her own. How scandalous.

She noticed his gaze. “...Hee hee~ I had a sneaking suspicion…”

Jesse could only shake his head with a huffing laugh. Like she’d kept it a secret. He’d watched her put them on, on his cameras.

This was the most skin she’d seen of Jesse, and Maeve was going to be sure to take advantage of it. Her hands roamed over every inch she could reach. She traced his muscles, his tattoos, and the many scars she found marring his skin. Those made her a little angry; who’d given him those? Who did she need to tie to her surgical table and teach a lesson? But if they’d hurt Jesse, he’d more than likely taken care of them in return.

His hot blood was temporarily held back with how reverent Maeve was in her touches of him. Jesse thought it was comical how sweet it was. Maeve could go from begging for his fingers one second to being so gentle the next. It was also a giant boost to his ego; Maeve was worshiping him.

Jesse took the chance to take a closer look at her. Cameras could only zoom in so far and in so much quality. He did notice two little scars on either side of her abdomen. So she had performed surgery on herself after all. It was good to know it wasn’t a lie; he wouldn’t have to pull out or use a condom. There were also pale marks along her fingers, probably cuts from when a victim wiggled around a little too much during an operation. Another caught his eye though, a jagged mark on her upper right arm.

When his fingers traced it Maeve turned her head to follow them.

“...Hmm…? Oh, that one. Guy woke up and had a knife. Learned after that to check their pockets before I pick them up. Also to double check my dosage.”

[Silly.]

“Silly?!” Maeve laughed as she playfully grabbed him, maneuvering the much larger man to lay on his back. Jesse complied, letting her sit on his thighs on top of him. His hands rested on her hips in a firm grip.

“I’ll show you silly,” Maeve hummed, her hand palming the tent in his pants.

Her slender fingers traced up the length of his bulging tent, giving him a firm rub at the tip that made Jesse’s hips twitch in response, his fingers sinking into the plentiful flesh on her hips. Her teasing streak had seemingly run its course, as her fingers latched onto his zipper and tugged it down, giving the man much needed relief that he conveyed with a groan. Jesse lifted his hips so Maeve could pull his pants down to his thighs, letting her see his erection strained underwear; with a skull on it. Of course.

“You and your skulls.” Maeve shook her head, smiling at the sight. “I think you have a problem, Jesse.”

Jesse could be heard chuckling behind his mask. Something like that.

Neither of them had a lot of patience left, so Maeve pulled his underwear down to join his pants, narrowly avoiding being smacked by Jesse’s cock springing from its prison. Maeve found herself awestruck at the sight. A large, thick, throbbing erection greeted her eagerly. Thick veins bulged around the shaft, and the tip was bare of its foreskin and bore a familiar, yet welcome surprise; a Prince Albert piercing. In the shape of a small chrome skull.

A chrome skull.

Maeve could not contain her laughter, it ripped out of her and had her curling into herself. Tears dripped down her face, and Jesse stayed on his back while it happened, holding his hands up questioningly.

“O-Oh my god, Jesse!” Maeve cried out through laughter while lightly flicking the piercing that broke her down. “What is this? What is that?!”

Reaching over to grab his phone, Jesse typed out an answer, now just amused along with her.

[What? Don’t like Lil’ Jesse?]

Maeve wanted to smack him for that one, but she just laughed instead at the ridiculousness of it all. Lil’ Jesse. Of course he named his penis. At least it wasn’t too ridiculous, though it still was outrageous.

“Hmm… Now that you mention it…” Maeve tapped her chin in thought before curling the same finger back down to rub his piercing. “I do see the resemblance; he even has your haircut!”

Jesse’s bare shoulders shook at that one, but his heavy hand still rose and fell back on her scantily clad rear, echoing a loud smack through the painfully empty home, along with Maeve’s loud moan in response to it. The two of them paused for a moment, and while Maeve’s cheeks burnt with embarrassment at the sound that just left her, she simply shrugged with a grin. Exploring that even further would have to be postponed though, as Maeve finally wrapped her hand back around his cock and gave him a hip jerking stroke. Her hand glided up his shaft and stopped at the tip to rub over his piercing before sliding back down, and Maeve could see Jesse’s hand begin to clench at the sheets underneath them the more she did that. He could not vocalize it to her, but she knew just how to play with it. Better than his wife; so much better.

Maeve didn’t leave him with just her hand, though he would not have complained if she did, and instead turned the heat up with her tongue. Her tongue ran flat across his tip while her hand continued to stroke his shaft. The tip of her tongue traced around his piercing in small circles before flicking at it, and Jesse melted. A groan croaked out of his throat while his hips jerked up to meet her tongue with each flick. A giggle left Maeve’s throat the more he did it.

“You like that?”

Jesse’s mask nearly slid off from how fast he nodded his head yes. His hand released the sheets to catch his mask in time, resticking it with the glue that had nearly dried up at this point in the night. He was supposed to recoat it when they got home, but he had gotten sidetracked. Maeve was none the wiser to his dilemma, and truly, Jesse was losing his will to care about it. In the privacy of his bedroom, with this beautiful woman… He wouldn’t mind being exposed. Being Jesse.

Before those thoughts could blossom further, Maeve’s mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock and gave him a tender suck, her tongue gliding across the piercing in the process. Another groan left Jesse’s lips while his head rolled back against the silk under his bald head. Jesse’s bare hand slid into Maeve’s bouncy curls, rising and falling with her gentle motions on his cock. Her mouth was as talented as he imagined it would be. It was comical how shy she used to be compared to now, sucking him off without a hint of bashfulness. Looking down to see her lips wrapped around his cock, with those green eyes looking up at him sent a shiver down his spine; he got harder at the sight.

Amidst his euphoria, Jesse saw a glint in Maeve’s eyes following a cock of her brow. Jesse was unaware of its intent until his hand began to move faster on her head. Jesse could only let out a choked gasp in his throat at the rapidly increasing speed of Maeve’s mouth, making sloppy sucking sounds as she went. The flip of the switch was too fast for Jesse to process, all he could do was press his hand against her forehead while his eyes rolled to the back of his head, though it did nothing to deter her. Maeve was not stopping, and Jesse knew she was going to suck the orgasm right out of him way too soon at this rate, even if it did feel incredible. The only thing he could do to stop her was grasp her curls once more and pull her off of him by the hair, making her whine in response, with a moan laced in.

“Whaaat?” Maeve cried, drool dripping off her lip and onto his rising and falling gut.

He never had words to begin with, but Jesse truly felt speechless with this woman at this moment. Was she some sort of sex deviant this entire time? Was the shyness an act? Where did that cute woman in the sexy skirts twiddling her thumbs around him go? Not that he was complaining…

[Are you trying to end this too early?] Jesse finally managed to type with his shaky fingers.

Maeve pouted at that. “What, you can only cum once?”

She earned herself another pull of the hair with that one, that she moaned in response to. Knowing how the rest of this would go if he let her stay on top, Jesse decided to pull her off of him by the hair so he could sit back up on his massive bed. He finally let her hair go so his hands could rest on her lace covered waist. Jesse’s fingertips slid under the thin material while he shuffled her closer by her hips, settling her on his lap. Maeve’s hands reached up to cradle his mask, running her thumbs over where his cheeks would be while gazing into those soulless eyeholes boring into her. Jesse’s long fingers slid further into her underwear, soon encasing each of her cheeks in his hands to sink into with a firm grip. Maeve’s back arched in response while her hands slid down to hold his broad shoulders, her teeth soon biting onto her bottom lip.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this…” She sighed, her head lulling back to enjoy the moment.

Jesse had a pretty good idea of how long, but he let Maeve have her moment, mostly because he was more focused on living his own fantasies. The tender grips on her ass ended, his fingers instead creeping higher, between her thighs. The tips of his ungloved fingers traced along Maeve’s cunt, being coated in her slick with a single stroke. A hum rumbled in his throat, one of satisfaction at the state he left her in, without needing to do much at all. Maeve’s back arched at the sensation, a gasp leaving her throat at the feeling of his bare fingers against her for the first time. Her hands shot up to rake at Jesse’s broad shoulders while his fingers spread across her clit and back down again, using her arousal as lubricant to rub her clit and make her toes curl. The tips of his fingers rubbed along just the right spot, sending a jolt through her and spreading a warmth into her core, a sensation Maeve could only typically give herself on most occasions. Maeve was free to melt into his sheets and enjoy it, her legs simply falling open with relief.

Jesse only let it last so long before he gave her something even better; his finger sliding inside of her. The feeling of his rough finger finally inside her without rubber as a barrier was better than Maeve thought it would be. His rough finger tip curled and pushed against the spot inside Maeve that Jesse had been memorizing by now. Her stomach sucked in at the inhale she took at the burst of pleasure just prodded into her. Jesse cycled between prodding at her and stroking into her with his index finger, and soon his middle finger as well. Maeve could feel the warmth enveloping his fingers from her arousal, her wetness causing a sopping noise that made even her blush, though Jesse just exuded a cocky radiance. He knew how good he was making her feel, Maeve didn’t even have to tell him. All that left her mouth were moans that simply spilled past her lips.

Each press of Jesse’s fingers had Maeve climbing higher and higher at a rapid pace, sooner than she expected to. All she needed was a couple rubs on her clit from Jesse’s other hand and Maeve was cumming, clenching around Jesse’s pistoning fingers and crying out into his dead quiet bedroom. Maeve didn’t get the chance to come down either, Jesse kept her high while his cock finally pressed against her slick folds once his hand moved. With the assistance of some lube fetched from one of the nightstands, the tip of his cock finally breached Maeve outside of her lust filled fantasies.

Jesse was no gentleman, but he knew how to treat a girl at the very least. His hands weren’t the only talented thing on his body, his hips thrust into Maeve with a trained precision, attacking the spots she responded to and memorizing them to keep her squirming and moaning on his bed. The chrome pressed against Jesse’s face peeled away from his skin with each thrust of his hips. The glue on his mask was practically dried up, and instead of stopping to reapply, Jesse did the opposite and ripped the mask off, tossing it onto the pillows above them.

The sound of the mask hitting the pillows didn’t even register to Maeve. She was lost in this little piece of heaven she was receiving, in the form of Jesse’s cock. His cock was hitting deep in places she had never gotten hit before. His girth stretched her further than anything not made of silicone ever achieved in the past, and it was attached to Jesse. His skill was toe curling, and her legs began to lift unconsciously.

Jesse grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his hip, yanking her down further on the bed to do so. His cock hit a spot in this new angle that made Maeve’s eyes snap open while a moan was ripped out of her. Instead of seeing her reflection in his chrome mask, she was instead met with a very smug expression on a very handsome face. Maeve’s stomach sank in with her gasp as she marveled his face; the strong jaw line, his hooked nose, those brown eyes that sat underneath black eyebrows, one being arched. Maeve could barely register who she was looking at. She nearly didn't, she simply shot her arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss, already sliding her tongue into his eager mouth where his tongue glided right across hers.

Jesse’s hips ground into Maeve as their kiss lingered on, the bed underneath them beginning to creak and croak under his strength. His hand crept between them to rub at her sensitive clit once again. Her shrieks of pleasure were muffled into his mouth, her nails raked across his muscular back, leaving red stripes in their wake that he only seemed to groan in response to and move his hips harder, his hand faster. Then that familiar spark of pleasure flowed into Maeve yet again, making her throw her head back and cry. Jesse fucked her right through it, rubbing her sensitive clit and slamming his hips into her until Maeve was tearing up from the overstimulation, yet only clinging to him harder the longer it went on. It only began to ease up when Jesse stiffened up against her, digging his other hand into her ass while his hips pressed into hers one last time. Jesse let out a long sigh as his body relaxed, and he came. Maeve felt the strings of warmth begin to shoot in her and let out a soft sigh of her in own response. Her hands fell off of his back and down next to her head as her body melted into relaxation.

“J-Jesse…” Maeve sighed, letting her eyes droop open to peek up at the new face above her again.

He was smirking at her, all teeth as his chest rose and fell with his heart trying to catch up with his breathing. It was so surreal; all this time she’d known he had a face, but the skull had been Jesse’s face. Now she knew what actually lay underneath it all, and it fit him perfectly. Without thinking her hands rose again, her fingertips traveling to explore his newly exposed face. Jesse didn’t stop her, briefly threatening a finger with his bright white teeth before letting them pass to touch him. Maeve’s eyes scanned over him, taking in every bit to memory just in case this was something special. Would Jesse allow her to see him without his mask again?

Jesse was preening like a peacock, letting Maeve pet him. Her fingers were tracing his features, his brow, nose, cheeks and lips. When she got to the latter he reached to wrap his hand around one of her wrists securely, placing a kiss against her palm.

Maeve’s giggle turned to a moan, her fingers tickling at his cheek.

“Alright… I’ll admit it,” she began.

He stopped, one brow raising as he blinked in rapid succession and smirked in anticipation, a hand cupping his cheek to support it in curiosity.

Her nose wrinkled at his goofy-ass expression and she sputtered. Had he been making faces like that behind his chrome mask this entire time? This huge, intimidating… sexy… deadly man had been grinning when he killed and mutilated all those women in his videos. That thought made Maeve’s insides warm again, but the rest of her limbs felt too heavy for another round just yet. Instead she laughed, rolling away to the side and gently pushing him the opposite way. Jesse’s softening cock slid from her, a generous mix of his cum and her fluids leaking from her hole.

“Nevermind! I was going to say you were really fucking hot, but-”

She was cut off with a yell when Jesse grabbed her by the waist, yanking her bare body back to his. Her back hit his chest, his huge, muscly tattooed arms locked around her securely but comfortably. Jesse’s gaze was focused down on hers, full of self-satisfaction. He’d gotten his phone back when Maeve wasn’t looking; one thumb was traveling over the keypad with muscle memory to fill the void with text to speech.

[Really fucking hot?]

Maeve chuckled, running her hands along his bare arms. Being able to feel the cords of muscle underneath was so wonderful. He was so much stronger than anyone else she’d ever been with.

“...Yes, really fucking hot.” She ground her hips back against his, his half-flaccid dick slotting against her ass.

“...And you’ve got an amazing cock…”

Surely the innocence he’d seen before had been an act, or Maeve had just been nervous out of self-preservation, because the unabashed slut he had now was not shy in the slightest. She had been flirty on stream, but that could have been for monetary reasons. Spending time with Maeve proved that no, she truly was that horny. She fucked in the office whenever Jesse wanted. He could touch her while he was driving. She’d given him a handjob in the car. She’d almost sucked the soul out of him earlier and now he’d just finished actually fucking her. Who knew what the future had in store based on that track record?

[I know.]

She sputtered and laughed again, rolling in Jesse’s arms to face him. Maeve buried her face in his tits, something she’d wanted to do since she’d seen them bare in that call on his jet, and hid her glee. And she could have died happy then and there; they were firm and warm and plump.

“Smug…” she muttered, muffled by his ample pecs as she idly motorboated him, her hands running up his wide back.

But Jesse wouldn’t take the insult lying down, using his large hands to quickly grab and grope at her ass cheeks. They got dangerously close to entering uncharted territory, which made Maeve jump out of his arms and properly squeal.

“W-Wait! Wait wait!” Maeve scrambled.

Jesse could only grin, propping himself up on an elbow as he watched her wriggle away from him.

[What happened to being hot with an amazing cock?]

Her nose wrinkled as she huffed. “Jesse!”

[Don’t tell me you’ve never been fucked in the ass.]

Color was rising through her cheeks up to the tops of her ears, blending in with her hair.

“N-No! That’s… Don’t rush me!”

[Was I rushing you when you gave me a rub and tug in the car?]

The arrogant prick had the gaul to wink at her, and somehow that dissipated her frustrations as quickly as they’d shown up. Maeve blushed and couldn’t help but chuckle, sighing in defeat.

“...No… I guess not. But I try to have some standards. No assplay the first time.”

[So next time. Ok.]

That was met with a decorative throw pillow to one bald dome with a highly accurate smack. Leaving the big sexy asshole with an anal fascination in bed, Maeve needed to go pee in order to avoid a urinary tract infection. However, there were two other doors attached to the bedroom that were both shut. Both were exactly the same, and Jesse was offering no useful hints as to what was what. He only looked on, grinning at her watching this new game.

Well, one had to be the bathroom. Grabbing the closest handle Maeve turned the knob and pushed the door in. The room behind was pitch black. She had to fumble inside the door frame for a lightswitch, but once she found it Maeve discovered that the room beyond was a huge walk-in closet. In fact the damn thing was probably half the size of her old apartment. Who had that many clothes that they needed a closet that big? Jesse always wore the same black suit and turtleneck combo. The thought that Jesse owned other outfits piqued her interest, and in her curiosity Maeve wandered inside.

And what caught her eye immediately were obvious women's clothing hanging on one side; dresses, purses, shoes, blouses, enough to fill a small store. Funnily enough, Maeve’s first thought was that they might have belonged to Jesse. He was in touch with his sexual side, maybe cross-dressing was one of his kinks? But on closer inspection, all of the articles of clothing were much too small to fit his frame. Her second thought was that, maybe this was all some strange gift for her? But… none of these were her size either, neither were they her style. Jesse had gotten her clothes before, and they had fit and suited her perfectly. That wasn’t leaving her with many more options, except…

Maeve crept out from the walk-in closet, peeking from the doorframe.

“Jesse…” she asked lowly. “...whose clothes are these?”

Jesse was nonplussed, laying with his legs open as he gazed over at her with a smirk.

[Oh, those? Those are my wifes.]

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