Chapter Five: Sweat On Leather pt 1

After an hour of watching Athena sleep, I felt it was safe to carefully remove myself from under her frail frame. I slowly replace my body with a pillow and bundle her up making sure she’s secure and then quietly exit her room, closing the door behind me. I give a nod of acknowledgement to Athena’s diligent bodyguards down the hall, who both nod with a look of relief and appreciation on their faces. To their credit, they are good men and would lay down their lives for Athena. They’re probably as happy as I am that she let me in and managed not to scream. Hopefully she’ll start to improve and when she’s strong enough I can start training her just as my mother trained me, only with some upgrades.

I was hoping to see my father again before I left, but I can’t seem to track him down and I don’t feel like staying around here longer than I have to, especially when I have botanicals that need my attention. So, instead, I make my way back to my car stopping at a full-length mirror to give my hair a bit of a tussle.

I’m well aware of my looks and they have served me well on many a contract. It’s quite sad – though beneficial to me – how easily a man is willing to let down his guard for a beautiful face. I’m 5’7” which puts me closer to my mother’s height which is 5’8”. I have dark brown hair bordering on black much like what my father’s looked like before it began to grey from age. It flows down in waves past my breasts and is styled with bangs that sit neatly on my eyebrows. I have the same high cheekbones as my father but my mother’s thin nose and full lips. She also graced me with her chocolate brown eyes and her glowing white skin. I would have preferred to have a little tan to my complexion like my father but despite my many hours bathing in the sun, there have been no changes. My body is the perfect hourglass shape with both the front and the back plump and round to perfection with my breasts a decently impressive C-cup.

On any other occasion, I probably would have dressed for today’s events, but Dimitris didn’t exactly give me a heads-up and so I had no opportunity to change. That being said, I think I still make an impression. I look like sin in my zip-side point-toe stiletto-heeled leather boots that come up just past my knees, my deep purple stretchy flared mini skirt and black long-sleeved lace-up front crop top. Not what I would call business meeting attire, but one that I’m sure had all the Drakos heads asking, ‘Is she here to kill me or fuck me?’ and I think we know which it was.

I make my way out to the car noting that most of the cars had disappeared leaving only a handful left in the driveway. I walk up to my car twirling my keys in my hand and as I go to slip the key into the lock I see the latch on the side of the car door is up. Now I know for a fact I locked it when I got out because I wasn’t born ass backwards. A sly smirk graces my lips as I pull the handle, slide into my car, and close the door. I begin to push the key into the ignition when I feel a firm hand grasp my neck from behind and pull me back against the seat.

“Didn’t I teach you to always check the backseat?” Says a familiar low and husky voice. I smirk and relax back against my seat as I feel my assailant's thumb brush teasingly against my carotid.

“Why bother checking when you made it so obvious?” I say, looking up into the rearview mirror and meeting the pair of hazel eyes I would recognise anywhere. He looks back at me through the mirror with a curious look on his handsome face. “You forgot to lock the door when you broke in,” I say, answering his unspoken question.

He smirks, “So much for taking you by surprise.”

“Shouldn’t you be guarding my father, Castor?” I ask teasingly.

“He’s busy handling paperwork, and after seeing you in this little getup…” He trails off, his eyes dipping to look at my cleavage in the mirror, “I'd much rather be handling you”

“And in the open like this where anyone can see. How daring,” I smirk seductively.

“I know you, Dasha,” he says, leaning in so his lips brush against the shell of my ear, “Nothing soaks that pussy faster than an added sense of forbidden danger.”

His fingers squeeze infinitesimally at the sides of my neck making my head feel light as if I’ve had one too many drinks. His free hand slides down my chest, his rough hand grazing my smooth skin as it moves lower and lower until cupping my breast. Just like he said, my juices begin to soak through my panties and my pussy begins to throb with need as my pulse races beneath his hand. My hardened nipple is nestled between his digits and as he pinches my nipple between his fingers, he tightens his fingers against my neck sending another gush of juices to dampen my panties further. I squirm and gasp for hair, my heartbeat pounding in my skull as I crave to feel him buried deep inside me.

For the past two years, Castor and I have been sexually involved. We’re not madly in love and keeping that love from my parents because we fear how they will react. We’re just two adults with an itch to scratch, and by God does this man know how to scratch. Castor is 48 making him 25 years my senior and I don’t give a flying fuck. That just makes him more skilled at what he does. Would my parents murder him if they found out that he’s been fucking the girl he has guarded and helped protect for the past 23 years, every way imaginable time and time again? You bet your fucking ass they would, so we keep it a secret. My parents don’t need to know who I fuck, and it’s not like I plan on settling down with him.

Besides, knowing the danger we’re in if we get caught and the tabooness of our situation just makes it that much more sinfully delicious that I crave it all the more. Just like I crave his cock inside me right now.