0 comments/ 41275 views/ 4 favorites The Price of Passion By: Maleko (For those who have read part one of this story, the version below is The Price of Passion in its entirety - parts one through three. -- BTW, thanks for the great emails. They're very much appreciated!) ~ Maleko ______________________________ I lost control gradually. I honestly thought my desires for her would be something I could contain. It would be harmless, or so I thought. After all, is any affair harmless? TEMPTATION I was in an awkward position to begin with. Two years out of professional football, thirty-five years old and here I was running the new media division of Vision West Interactive. Yeah, I heard all the rumors and innuendo of how I must have landed the position: "The guy was handed the job because of his name," or "Just another dumb, black athlete with money, fame and a nice suit, fuck Quincy Brock." But I did my best to ignore them all. I had something to prove. I didn't go to college only to play ball, I took my marketing degree seriously and I was just as proud of my MBA from Notre Dame as I was this Super Bowl ring on my finger. Lately, the pressure had gotten more intense. In order to fight the expected merger with Global Infinity, I had been given one year to double my division's critical partnerships and sales revenue. That was seven months ago, progress has been made, but time was quickly running out. Tomorrow, our company's third quarter meeting would be held at the corporate offices in Los Angeles. While my exterior was calm and self-assured, inside my heart pounded and my confidence wavered. I think I was more disturbed by the foreign thought of my own failure than the threat of the damn merger. Tonight I decided to stay late to polish my presentation and double check, even triple check the figures I would be attempting to justify in tomorrow's meeting. In spite of current circumstances, I enjoyed working late evenings at the office. Everyone was gone, I could loosen my tie, turn on a little jazz and concentrate. No phones, no assistant running in and out, no interruptions, just a quiet night in the... "Knock, knock." The soft, polite rap on my door took me by surprise. I thought I was the only one left in the offices. "Quincy?" I heard through the door. Getting up to answer revealed Rosa Santoro, Arthur Santoro's wife. Arthur was the president and CEO of Vision West and fortunately has been one of my main allies through all the merger speculation and my projected demise. "Buona sera Quincy, surprised to see you still here. I just dropped by to pick up some files for Art and noticed the light underneath your door," she said innocently enough. "Well, hello Mrs. Santoro, yeah I thought I better go over these numbers for tomorrow's meeting. You can never be over prepared you know," trying to feign confidence. "But you can be over stressed, so relax and please, don't ever call me Mrs. Santoro, it's Rosa." She said in her somewhat raspy voice. Assertively walking pass me, Rosa casually looked around my office stopping to finger a football plaque on the wall before moving to the sliding glass door of my terrace. I must admit, the view was impressive: Rows of brightly lit high rises illuminating the dark sky; Tiny moving beads of light traveling back and forth among the downtown traffic thirty-nine floors below. "Beautiful view you have here. Hey, is that Miles Davis I hear?" "No, it's Coltrane, A Love Supreme." "Ah, I should've gotten that one," amused as she taps her head. To say Rosa was attractive would be a gross understatement. Stunning would be more accurate. Tall, voluptuous, with long, dark wavy hair and olive skin, her eyes were a penetrating ice blue. She was full blooded Italian with a lingering accent and exotic features. At forty, Rosa was twenty-one years younger than Arthur. She was fire hot and knew it. She seemed to relish every second of the sensuality and power she possessed. In fact, the rumors surrounding Rosa were so fierce they made mine seem like junior high gossip. "Quincy, why don't you join me on the terrace?" "Mrs. San...Rosa, I really need to get back to these reports." "Nonsense, a few minutes of fresh air won't hurt you. Besides, from what I understand you're doing a wonderful job." "Really?" My interest piqued. "Yes, and I like that. The Santoro's reward handsomely for that kind of effort, so c'mon outside and enjoy the air with me, come on darling." She said with her back turned away from me. I sat unmoved for a moment. For the past year my attraction to Rosa had been kept in the privacy of my own thoughts. And that's where they belonged, especially since those thoughts involved the two of us in such kinky scenarios. I had to be just as careful of my image as I was with my work. I would not give them any reason to say I shouldn't be running this division. I would not slip up. And being alone in my office with Rosa Santoro at ten o'clock at night was not my idea of being cautious. "Are you coming, Quincy?" I walked over the glass door remembering I needed to unlock the security handle at the bottom. With everything going on the last few months I can't even remember the last time, I stepped out to enjoy the view myself. Bending down to wrestle with the stubborn lock, Rosa asked from above, "Do you need some help?" When I finally got the lock undone, I answered, "No, I have it. It was just a little tight." As I turned to rise up, my face met the front of Rosa's crotch! I was so close I could smell the mild, pleasant aroma of her pussy. At some point, Rosa had managed to un-wrap her colorful, flower-patterned sarong. Boldly standing there with peach colored thongs and trendy wooden sandals, I remained kneeled frozen in surprise. I couldn't take my eyes away. Her peach covered mound looked delicious against her shapely bronzed legs and wide curvy hips. Her belly was fairly flat, yet still soft and feminine. "Uh, Mrs. Santoro..." "Rosa!" she scolded. "Rosa, this is uh…not a good idea." "You don't like what you see?" She asked defiantly. "No, I love what I see. I mean I really, really do, it's just that this is not a very smart thing to do. I consider Art a friend and well, you're his wife and..." "Go ahead, touch." Ignoring my concerns. "Put your hands here." Who was I fooling? I couldn't hold back any longer. No one was around. Who would know? Certainly she would not tell her husband, would she? My mouth was dry with anticipation when I reached out to caress her thighs, gently massaging them from above her knees to the warm inner fleshy area below her pussy. I took a long fat lick along the front of her leg, ending with my nose pressed against the front of her sweet-smelling crotch. Her gentle moans encouraging more. "Pet my poosy," she whispered as together our fingers traced her lips. I could feel its warm moistness from my touch. Her lips began to swell where a small patch of wetness seeped through her thongs. "Hmmm...that's it, make me feel good, Quincy," petting her pussy seductively. With her other hand massaging my bald head, she roughly brought it back so our eyes would meet. "You wanna lick my poosy, don't you? I nodded my head yes. My heart was racing. I squeezed high along the back of her thighs scooping her soft ass in my hands, still entranced by this woman's bold sensuality. "Hmmm, I don't know if I should let you." Fingering and teasing herself...and me. "I don't know…maybe I want to feel your cock inside me. Are you man enough to fuck me like I need to be fucked?" "Try me." I said confidently, Enough of this polite, corporate crap. Rosa turned away from me and went outside onto the terrace. As she walked, I noticed a slight jiggle of her ass from underneath the thin wrap, her finger motioning for me to follow. Obediently, I did. From behind her I enveloped her soft body in my arms. I held her as if she were mine breathing in her wonderful scent. Rosa let her head fall back to one side against my shoulder, I raised her mane of dark hair taking deep kisses in the center back of her neck, lifting and kneading her breasts in my hands, she purred in pleasure. It was breezy, almost too chilly to be outside, yet we stood on the 39th floor terrace in passionate heat surrounded by the cool Miami evening air. Unclasping the hook from the front of her matching peach bra, her full breasts jiggled and oozed loose, her dark nipples growing hard from the air along with the help of my wet fingertips gently twisting and teasing them. Pushing her ass back against my hard on, she apparently could feel its thickness through my slacks. Reaching behind her she grabbed hold of my cock purring, "Oooh...very nice," grasping my dick in several ways I could tell she was getting a good idea for my length and size. "So Rosa," I whispered directly in her ear. "How did you know?" "Sshh" Backing up from the balcony railing, Rosa parted her legs, lifted the back flap of her sarong and arched her back so her ass was high and ready. Pulling her thongs narrow strap to the side revealed her plump and shaven pussy. She moaned, "Take it Quincy. Let me feel your cock inside me. Make me feel good." My pants and boxer briefs had already hit the floor as I was stroking my dick in preparation. Squeezing its base, the head fattened, I licked the palm of my hand stroking its length, watching my dark chocolate cock swell and grow more erect at each passing moment. With both of us pawing at her wet pussy she was getting more anxious as she looked behind her, "C'mon…I wannit now!" she demanded. Still waiting a beat, I slapped my cock against the top of her plump ass. Spreading her cheeks, I slid the tip inside her, just enough to part her lips. Teasing Rosa with one inch, then two, three and back out again, I mini fucked her with small slow strokes while she hung on to the balcony railing, her pleas getting louder, "Dammit, Quincy, fuck my poosy! Fuck me now!" Again, very slowly sliding my shaft inside her, inch by inch, I watched my dark brown cock disappear deep between her fleshy cheeks and into her moist pussy. Sliding it back out to the head I wanted her to feel every inch of me, every ridge and vein of my thick manhood slowly penetrating her. Her insides growing more wet at each stroke, her moans and breathing becoming more reckless. Holding on to her plush hips, I gave it to her long and strong, my black dick wet and shining from her juices. The contrast of our skin color was a major turn on and caused me to become even more aroused as I drove harder inside her. Deeper and more intense, I wanted this woman more than anything. The continuous slapping of my muscular thighs against her ass could be heard behind the distant traffic noise from below. "Is this what you wanted, Rosa?" Giving it to her more aggressive. "Is this what you wanted?!" "Yeeess!" she whined. I spread her ass so I could see her tight little asshole. Sticking two fingers in my mouth I began to play with her anal opening taking my wet fingers and rimming her. Continuing to fuck her from behind, I changed the pace, varied the power of my thrusts from aggressively hard to ultra slow; So slow her pussy felt like honey. Rosa reached underneath and massaged and vibrated her clit, her upper body dangerously hanging over the railing, screaming and loudly moaning into the night air. Her noises only made me hungrier for her. Giving her fewer but much harder thrusts, my balls slapped against her wet pussy. I could feel it tighten and pulsate around my dick. Her growing moans told me she was ready to climax. At the same time, a building, rolling sensation flowed through the center of my body, a chill swept my back, and I closed my eyes... "Rosa!" "Quincy!" My body was moving uncontrollably as if it were possessed; Our rhythms rocking and swaying as one, our movements slowing together, pausing, until I gritted my teeth, our centers shuddered... I erupted hot cream inside Rosa, her drenched pussy throbbed around my cock, cum overflowing and dripping to the floor. Our breathing simmered. As I leaned against the balcony railing, Rosa laid her head against my chest, her gentle hands soothing my bare back. Adrenaline still pumping, the hunger still in our eyes. The moment was beautiful. Coltrane still played softly in the background. I played in her long dark curls. Rosa reached up seductively traced my face and lips. We kissed passionately, then again, and over and over again. Our tongues danced like two in love rather than a first time affair. Our new passion was electric and without boundaries. "Rosa, this shouldn't have happ…" "Shhh. Never mind. Tomorrow you will do well. I know this." She assured me as she buttoned her dress. "Not only are you a smart and a handsome man, you are a wonderful lover Quincy. You have a bright future. But, I must go now. Ciao." ************ JEOPARDY I cannot stand to be late, especially when it comes to flying. The last thing I need is to be tense and out of breath racing through an airport of all places. I didn't like flying when I played ball and I don't like it now. My plane was going to depart shortly, but I still had enough time to use the restroom. Once inside, I stared in the mirror. Appearing tired and stressed, I splashed cold water on my face soothing the tension in my eyes, leaving me temporarily refreshed. Checking my suit in the mirror, physically I still looked pretty good. I continued my work outs, ran a few miles every morning before work and tried to eat fairly healthy. The six pack was no longer there, but what the hell. Even though I was not going bald, I chose to shave my hair off. Just something I did in college and never stopped. For the most part it was hassle free and then Michael Jordan came along to suddenly deem it 'sexy.' Whatever. Women seemed to dig it, so I shined and buffed the thing weekly. As I continued to stare at my reflection in the mirror, I was reminded when I was a young boy how ashamed I was of my dark, brown skin. So interesting how time changes perspective. What I once despised, I now embrace. ****** "Good evening, Mr. Brock," said the bubbly young airline worker accepting my boarding pass. "I see here your seat has been upgraded to first class." "It has? Uh, well okay, you'll get no argument from me." Matching her cheeriness. As I boarded the plane I scanned the aisle for my seat number…5c….6c…7c…8c… The Santoros! Damn, just who I didn't want to see. "Quincy! How are you son?" Arthur Santoro said merrily. "Uh, hi Mr. Santoro. What's with the seats?" "Well, my wife got me thinking; Why in the world was I having one of my top execs fly coach, so we had you moved up here with us!" "Hello Quincy, good to see you again." Rosa coolly held her hand for a kiss. "Well thank you. I uh appreciate it," kissing Rosa. "8c?" pointing to the one obviously open seat. "Yes, yes, 8a, 8b, and you are 8c…are you okay with a window seat?" Arthur asked. "Just fine thank you." Mr. Santoro was in good spirits. Lord knows why since tomorrows meeting should be anything but pleasant. "Quincy, I hate these late night flights so I'll be catching up on some rest. Please excuse me will ya. Hopefully Rosa here won't disturb you with too much company business. We'll have plenty time for that in Los Angeles." "Oh Art, don't scare him, I'm harmless." Rosa took her husbands face in her hands and gave him a playful kiss on the cheek. "Enjoy your nap and I'll wake you when we're close to landing." One hour and two Stoli on the rocks later, I felt more relaxed. The plane had leveled off and was flying smoothly. I survived the take off, now if I can just make it through the landing I will know for sure there is a God. It didn't take long before 'ol Arthur was dead to the world. Not quite snoring but breathing loudly. His mouth was open and head rolled carelessly against the fat folds of his neck. Not a pretty sight. "Good evening passengers. This is your captain; again we thank you for choosing Aero West Airlines. The seat belt lights are now turned off and you are free to roam the cabin. We will also turn down the overhead lights for those who may want to sleep. Arrival time for Los Angeles is 11:50 pm pacific time." Maybe some of the rumors were true about Rosa. Or then again, maybe he was just a great guy with a sparkling personality? Forget that he was worth half a billion and ran a Fortune 500 company. Hmm? At any rate, I decided to give Rosa the benefit of the doubt especially under the circumstances. Partly to be fair and partly so I could pretend what happened last night did not. To my pleasant surprise, Rosa was pretty quiet aside from some brief small talk. We actually had a pretty good chat and I enjoyed it. But mostly she seemed to be absorbed into her copy of Cosmopolitan. One article in particular seemed to have grabbed her attention. "Quincy?" Rosa called. "Yes Rosa." "I'm reading about your people." She seemed amused. "My people? You mean African-Americans?" Slightly annoyed. "No, worst…men." "Very funny. Certainly you don't believe all the crap in those magazines?" "Of course not, not all of it, but it makes for rather entertaining reading. Good for airplane rides one might say." "Or good for lining your cats litter box." Rosa laughs. "Ah, Mister Serious does have a sense of humor. I like that. Besides, I don't need this silly article to tell me what kind of man you are Quincy. You are a man of character, yet you have a side of you that likes to live dangerously and push boundaries, no?" "That could be true." I answered confidently. Rosa snuggled closer, her hand rubbing my thigh. "Of course it's true. You do well under pressure, don't you? Isn't that when you're at your best?" Now massaging my bulge, my dick hardened noticeably through my pants. "You want the ball when the game is on the line," I shot a look at Mr. Santoro still snoozing, his round belly heaving up and down. Rosa purrs and whispers into my ear, "I want to lick your cock right… now." "Here??" I said motioning towards her husband. "Right here." She whispers with one hand expertly maneuvering my zipper open. "I want that thick, black cock of yours in my mouth," grabbing hold of my erection, freeing it through the opening in my pants. Sweeping her hair to the side, she leaned down between my legs and began to take slow flat licks along the side of my hard on. Squeezing firmly at its base she made the knob of my cock fat and swollen licking around its ridge. Stroking me, she drooled saliva on my dick creating her own lube. Raising up a bit as if to admire what she created, she turned behind her once more to glance at her sleeping husband before swallowing my cock whole. Her tongue pressed against the side of my tool wrapping itself around my shaft. As Rosa made it more wet inside her mouth, I could hear fluids squishing within her swallows. Gently massaging my balls, her lips slowly suctioned my cock as she bit by bit pulled me out of her mouth and into the air. Rosa's husband grunted and shifted his position. Stroking up and down the length of my slippery dick, Rosa went back down. Her head bobbed. Her slurps became louder and more aggressive. I worried if anyone could hear, but I was falling under her spell. My breathing was growing out of control. I loosened my tie and undid the top button of my shirt. Laying my head against the back rest, I closed my eyes and allowed my body to submit. Convulsions swept through me. Light chills drizzled along the back of my neck. So lost in the pleasure Rosa was giving me, my eyes opened for just a moment when standing above our seats was a stewardess openly watching us! The Price of Passion She stood there eyeing the two of us in action quietly and intent. Her name tag read, "April." Rosa still slurped away at my cock. Continuing to gaze at us for at least a full minute, the stewardess licked her full lips before rushing away. I noticed her earlier. A young black girl, no more than twenty-five, petite and curvy with the athletic figure of a gymnast. She was pretty and innocent looking. Her skin smooth, the color of coffee. I remembered her voice when I first entered the plane. She was helping a passenger load his bag in the overhead compartments. Her Jamaican accent drew my attention. "Rosa?" Mr. Santoro, still groggy was wakening. I swiftly grabbed a magazine from the holder in front of me and covered myself. Rosa quickly sat up, discreetly wiping her chin, "Yes sweetheart?" "Are we almost there?" He hacked and coughed further growing more awake. "Yes, darling." Reaching over to pat his back. "Let me get you a cup of water, I need to freshen up anyhow." I did my best to zip myself up and not look guilty however that was suppose to appear. "So, Quincy, your flight okay?" "Oh yes, yes…Mr. Santoro…fine." "Good to hear. I don't much like flying so I take these," reaching into his shirt pocket showing two red and green capsules. "They knock me out good and I sleep like a baby." "Really, I never knew that. To tell you the truth I hate to fly also." "Oh Quincy, I'm sorry, if I had known, I would have given you a few." "No problem, I managed to keep myself occupied." Checking the front of my pants, I noticed a wet spot. "Well good, hopefully Rosa was good company." "She was wonderful, Mr. Santoro. Absolutely wonderful." I smiled sincerely. ******** God, what a relief! All that worrying and everything turned out great. The board was delighted with my divisions progress. The increase in business that took place over the last months was actually more than they anticipated. We were given a one-year extension to continue the necessary adjustments and remain private. On top of all that, all of the principals from the various offices surprised me with a birthday cake and song. I was now thirty-six, but I felt like a kid at that moment. Things were definitely looking good. I felt on top of the world; Strong, confident and poised just like I used to be on the football field. Touchdown! Shaking hands and laughing with a few of the board members outside the hotel conference room, I noticed Rosa leave Mr. Santoros side and head my way. "Congratulations, Mr. Brock. Very impressive." Said a flirty Rosa. "Why thank you Mrs. Santoro. I appreciate that." Even Rosa could not unnerve me today. Taking my arm in hers, she led me away from the group. "Excuse us gentlemen." "Quincy, you have no idea how much you turn me on when you take charge like that. Your tall, masculine body and those broad shoulders controlling the room, so poised and strong." She closes her eyes as if she were re-living the moment. "You should see how those men admired you. I saw it in their eyes." Laughing, "Well, I don't know about all that. Could've been my fly was open." "Speaking of which, why don't you meet me for a drink at the Sky Bar around eight tonight. Arthur will be leaving town early due to a family emergency, we can celebrate the two of us." "Is everything okay, with Arthur?" "Yes, yes, yes, just family business he must take care of immediately. So what do you say, eight o'clock?" "Well, why not? I might enjoy it." "Of course you will Quincy. In fact, I have a very special surprise for the birthday boy." ********* "Aren't you Quincy Brock?" said the twenty-something bartender with a goofy grin. "Yeah, that's me. Yesterday's football hero," chuckling and looking at my watch: 8:12 pm. "Man I wore your number my senior year in high school. I couldn't run like you but I had a pretty good arm." "Yeah? In high school, huh? Now, I'm really feeling old, but thanks kid, I appreciate it." "No problem. Here," reaching to the side of the cash register, he pulls out a note. "This was left for you. How about a drink on the house? Whataya have?" "Well, how about a bellini martini?" "Uh…vodka…peach nectar…and peach schnapps, right?" "Very good. Peach... Reminds me of someone I know," I smiled. I opened the small perfume scented envelope. It read: Dearest Q, I can be no more proud of you today. It is the beginning of something special and everlasting. I knew for so long you would turn out to be the man I always expected and you have yet to disappoint. - There is so much truth in respecting our instincts. I have a surprise for you. Come to my room, suite 1017. The east tower. Use the key card. I'll be waiting. Love and kisses, R Sliding the envelope with the key card in my jacket pocket, I generously tipped the bartender, and headed for elevators. Walking down the hallway, my heart raced in anticipation of the unknown. No one could ever accuse Rosa Santoro of being dull. Standing in front of room 1017's door, I slid the key in its slot where the red light flashed on and the lever handle unlocked. Inside, the room was shadowy, lit by several candles. Loreena McKennitt's erotic "Prologue" played on the stereo. On a the large king size bed lay Rosa naked with an also naked April. April the stewardess! "We've been waiting for you," purred Rosa. The much smaller April submissively laid back against Rosas chest. Rosa massaging oil over Aprils tits, kneading them, lifting them, and rubbing her breasts to a glimmering bronze shine. Aprils small dark nipples were erect as she casually fingered her own pussy. The golden flicker of the candles highlighted both of their beautiful yet contrasting skin colors. The room smelled of delicious lavender and the soothing music only made me grow more aroused. Taking off my suit, I kept my eye on the two of them sensually caressing each other, their legs intertwined, kissing with such emotion and fervor. Standing at the front of the bed stroking my cock, I looked over them as they were lost in each others passion. April was on her knees between Rosas thighs lapping up her pussy. Aprils tight bubble butt faced me perched in the air. Her sweet caramel colored ass and shaved dark pussy lips made my mouth water. "Go ahead, eat her pussy. You want to don't you?" challenged Rosa. I got on one knee and took a soft long lick across her vagina right up to her asshole. Spreading Aprils pussy lips with my tongue I twisted it inside her, licking, spelling with my tongue how much I wanted to fuck her. I made her cunt more soaked with my saliva as I fucked her with my tongue to her moans of pleasure. I needed more so I slid two fingers in Aprils pussy, still slurping her opening, lapping up her juices, my tongue fluttered on her asshole, rimming her with all lack of inhibition. Never able to understand Rosa's extreme mood changes, she suddenly lifts Aprils head off her pussy. I continued to taste her, licking her clit, lapping every drop of her sweetness. "You like that huh?" Looking at April. "You like to lick poosy do you?" "Yes," she whined. "Yes, what?" said Rosa forcefully. "Yes, Mrs. Santoro." "You like his tongue licking at your little cunt, don't you?" Still grabbing at the back of Aprils hair. "Yes Mrs. Santoro," she moaned breathing fast. "Well, you better enjoy it hun. Because this is my man, you understand? My l'amante." "Yes, Mrs. Santoro." "You wanted to fuck him when you saw him on the plane. I saw you, you little sneaky bitch!" April appeared to be sniveling. "Stop the tears. Go ahead, Quincy, give her a hard fuck. This little girl needs a lesson." Conflicted, I was wildly turned on yet I felt for the young lady. How did she get here? Did Rosa actually pay her? Is this what she wanted? Was this a fetish of hers and if so, how far should I go? "Go ahead, fuck her like a dog! Show her she's not so cute." Laughing to herself. "Miss prissy airplane stewardess, ha!" Stroking my cock, I wasted no time as I slid it deep inside the petite girls pussy. Her pretty brown skin glowed in the dim candle lit room. My hands practically engulfed young Aprils small round ass as my thick cock seemed out of proportion to her small cheeks. "Harder!" Thrusting deeper and harder, Aprils moaning and whining could have been pleasure or could have been pain. I wasn't quite sure. "Harder!!" Rosa commanded To quiet the girls troubled squeals, Rosa pushed Aprils face back down between her legs. "Shush. Lick my poosy." Rosas thighs were spread high and wide as she stuffed Aprils face into her wet mound I was feeling uncomfortable but my thrusts showed otherwise. Dominating the young black woman excited me but I wasn't sure if I should be. "Stick that big, black dick in her ass, Quincy." "Please." April was crying harder now. "Shut up you! - Do it. Fuck her in the ass and let her know it is only you… and …me." Rosa was breathing heavy and out of control. "Rosa, wait…ease up some." I stopped my movement, though my half erect cock remained inside her. "Are you okay?" The young woman remained bent over on the bed, her body vibrating from weeping. Sliding myself out of the girl I asked her, "Are you okay? Get dressed sweetheart. It's alright." "What the fuck are you doing?" Rosa said incredulous. "Let her go, Rosa. This is going too far." "She goes when I say so! No one forced her to come. She knew what she was getting into when she took my business card!" April was hurrying into her navy blue airline skirt. Her white blouse hanging carelessly, half buttoned. "Sorry about this…uh…here," reaching into my pants pocket I grabbed two one hundred dollar bills, "Take this, I'm sorry for all of this." Slapping the money out of my hands crying, "Fuck you! Both of you are some sick bastards!" Grabbing her bra, pumps and jacket, she rushed out of the room. Rosa reached for a pack a cigarettes on the nightstand. I had never seen her smoke before. Lighting the long slim cigarette she blew a stream of smoke in my direction. "Your too nice Quincy. I thought you were a man. If I wanted this shit, I'd still be screwing Art." "Shut up, Rosa." Trying to stay collected. "Whatsa matter Quincy, you don't like women?" She smiled. "You like boys, is that what it is?" simulating like she's giving the cigarette head. "Lady, you've got problems." I began to put on my white tank top t-shirt. Growing enraged, "I've got a problem?! I'm only trying to hand you your fucking future on a silver plate!" "What are you talking about?" "Vision West! You and me, it could be ours." "What? I'm not trying to run a fuckin' company!" "Oh no? Then why are you here, huh? Just to be a goddamn common employee with benefits? Look, honey, are you a player or aren't you? I've invested a lot time and effort in you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What was happening here? I had been a pawn all along. And what was I possibly thinking to have actually fallen for this psycho woman. The thought of all of it made me ill. I wanted to lash out and make her feel my pain and humiliation. "So what's it going to be Quincy?" Her tone more calmed. She comes to the edge of the bed and rubs her hand over my chest, gently nibbling on my nipple. My hand playing in her sea of raven colored curls, I suddenly put my palm in her face and pushed her backwards on the bed. "Quincy, what…?" I pulled her body by her ankles, twisting her over on her belly as she fought to get on her feet. She was no match for my strength. She scratched my arms and neck, but I easily positioned her on her knees slapping her hard on the ass. I grabbed a clump of her hair from the back. Again, I smacked her ass so that it echoed in the room. "How about I fuck you in the ass?!" "Quincy!…" My cock somehow was already solid and still a bit wet from April juices. "Shut up, lets see how you feel getting fucked in the ass lady!" Her struggling simmered down. Her ass and waist unable to move as I had a strong hold of her. With no teasing, I rammed my black dick inside her viciously. "Tell me how does it feel Rosa?" I let her have it rough with no concern for her pain. I thought about poor April and how she cried. I was mad at myself for even being a part of it. "How does it feel to have your ass raped, huh?! Rosa's moans were different now. More quiet and submissive. She whimpered, "I…I…" "Is this what you wanted Rosa? Who the fuck do you think you are?!" At each thrust I grew more angry toward her. I thought about what I believed was my hard work and true accomplishments, was only an experiment. I had been used like a lab rat. Like I couldn't be successful on my own. Just another dumb, black jock. All this inner rage poured out of me. I fucked her ass with no remorse. I wanted to hurt her emotionally and physically. I wanted her to feel my pain. Rosa had a death grip on the pillow squeezing for dear life; Her teeth clinched the corner of the bed sheet muffling her whines. "I…I…love…you," she snivelled as I hammered relentlessly inside her asshole. "I'm going to make you pay! You'll never forget me, Rosa! I'm going to make you pay!" "Click, click!" the sound of a gun cocking its hammer. The lamp light brightens the room. "Alright Quincy, that's enough!" Mr. Santoro enters from the adjoining suite. His .45 caliber pistol aimed at my forehead. "Put your clothes on and get out of here. Trust that I'll deal with you later. Now go." *********** CONSEQUENCE Without a sound the elevator rode upwards, though it felt as if I were being carried down. Alone between four walls, the surrounding space became smaller at each passing floor. The ground scorched the bottoms of my feet. Sweat trickled down the sides of my face from sweltering heat. Flames. Blinding light. Screams. I was here to face my demons, so alone in the elevator I was brought to hell. The moment I entered the main foyer, I felt the gaping stares and strange faces. They knew. If I could just get to the privacy of my office, I could think what needed to be done, if there was anything to be done at all. Fortunately, the day was closing and most everyone would be gone shortly. Barely into my seat, unable to catch my breath, I shuffled through the unusually large amount of messages. I craved a shot of bourbon. My assistant Diane lightly knocked on the door before sticking her head in. "Mr. Brock, are you okay?" "Yes Diane…well…no, I'm not. It's a little difficult to explain right now." "I know, sad isn't it? "Sad? "Yes, Mr. Santoro. His passing." "Passing?! Mr. Santoro is dead?" "Yeah, you mean you didn't know?" she was genuinely surprised. "Mrs. Santoro called first thing this morning and said he had been murdered last night at the downtown L.A. Hilton." "What?!" "Said to direct all major company decisions to you. It seems you are the new head of Vision West." Diane gave an uncomfortable smile. "So, congratulations, I guess. Kinda weird huh?" "Diane, would you excuse me?" Walking outside on the terrace, inhaling the fresh air, I considered jumping to my death. But, no, I will not go out like that. I will stay composed and face this thing for better or for worse. I just need some rest so I can think straight; I didn't get any sleep at all last night. Plopping onto the sofa, Diane poked her head in again. "Mr. Brock, I'm leaving now. Will you be okay?" "Yeah, sure Diane. Thank you very much. You have a good evening." ******* I must have been sound asleep. I woke up to Rosa straddling me. Her plump ass teasing me. Her gyrating hips grinding against my exposed soft cock. Her short landing strip of pubic hair brushed against the tip of my penis. Rosa circled my nipples with her wet tongue, her long, wild hair covering my face. "Rosa?" She did not answer. Continuing to passionately kiss my neck and ears, my shirt was unbuttoned and opened, her hands gliding over my torso. I felt dizzy. The room seemed to be rotating. A grey haze filled the office. "I love you Quincy." Rosa said with care. "That can't be." She didn't seem to hear me "Together we can be powerful Quincy. I need you, love." "Rosa, wait, listen to me for a second." My words went ignored. "I need you Quincy. I know you can handle it. I'll give you everything you ever dreamed of. But you must do something first." "But wait, what about Arthur? What happened to Arthur?" "Tomorrow is an important day for us Quincy. With Arthur gone, we will sign for the merger and you my love, will become wealthy beyond your imagination." Rosa continued to kiss my neck and chest. My cock rising and finding its way into her wet hole. What's happening Rosa? I don't understand. Tell me what's happening!" "I always knew you would be the one. I admired you for so long, it was only a matter of time and trusting my own instinct." Her pussy tightened around my shaft, her eyes briefly closed as her center began to rock and tremor, her body vibrated. "And… I have a knack for getting what…" Her body shuddered. "What I want. - You were somebody that I had to have." "Rosa! Wait, I don't understand." "You must prepare for tomorrow. If you have any doubts you must put them aside and realize destiny is now. It stares you in the face just as sure I'll eternally love you. So wake up and take hold of what's yours. Wake up and realize the world is now in your hands. Wake up…" …"Quincy? Quincy, wake up darling. Quincy?" Rosas face was vivid now. Her voice clear. She sat close beside me as I lay on my couch. I felt my chest and pants. I was completely clothed. "I was just talking to you," I explained out of breath. "but you wouldn't answer me, I…" "You were just dreaming sweetheart," said Rosa pleasantly. I sat up to face her. By this point I was not even sure who I was. "You've got to tell me Rosa, what has happened? Is Arthur really dead? "Yes Quincy, I'm afraid he is. So unfortunate and sad." "Wha…I mean, what happened?" "It's best that you don't know the details." Drying the sweat from my forehead with a tissue. "Don't worry; I made sure you were not involved when the police arrived to investigate." "Investigate? But I wasn't involved" "Well sure you were. You were there in that room; Your prints, your semen, even April can confirm that. You were always involved, you just didn't realize it. I shook my head as if then this would all clear up and suddenly make sense. I began to get hot thinking back to the elevator. "You were involved the moment I made Arthur hire you." She laughed. "Certainly you don't think you would have been in this position because you're Quincy Brock, All- American? This is corporate America love, not the football field." "Why are you doing this?" "Because you have all the potential honey." Caressing my face. "You're intelligent, loyal and good under pressure…well usually. All things that make for a good company president. With me beside you, nothing can stop us." "But not like this Rosa!" "Yes Quincy, exactly like this, you and I, together the world is easy. We have two special kinds of strength and together we are unstoppable! We will work smart and we'll play hard," purring as she nibbles his ear. "Like last night. Oooh, you were incredible." "Not like this Rosa. Things are all fucked up. Arthur is dead and the police will eventually find out" Quincy's eyes wet in horror; He buried his head in his hands. "No, the police will never know unless I want them to know" "This can't be happening. Not like this Rosa. Not at this cost!" "But that's where your wrong Quincy." Lifting his head by the jaw and kissing his full lips tenderly, she looked him in his eyes. "I love you. I always have, always will. And this my dear, is the price of passion. The Price of Passion ### _________________________________ Hopefully you enjoyed the story. Like many writers, I am my own worst critic, but as the new guy in Literotica looking to improve my writing, I value your feedback greatly. So please, any comments you may have, I'd love to hear from you as well as your vote! ~Maleko