Chapter 9
For the first time since I met her, Helen looked completely at a loss for words. This woman - who was technically old enough to be my mother (if she'd had me at 15 years old), who had decades of experience in the world of financial law, and more worldly knowledge than I could have ever hoped to acquire in my lifetime - was caught on her back foot. She was naked, alone in the apartment of a man she'd met less than 12 hours ago, and was being asked to leave everything. The thought of having the ability to do this to a woman like Helen made the wheels in my head start to turn again… some of the scenarios I'd considered earlier began to play out in my imagination once more. If I could do this to a powerful woman like Helen by just waving enough money around, exactly what else was I capable of?
"I would need to think about it," Helen said. She sat up and looked around the room, clearly looking for her clothes. She was gearing up to leave. Would she tell Karl or Roger about my offer? Would he talk her down?
"No. You leave here without giving me an answer, then that's it." I didn't want to burn this bridge, but I wasn't sure what else to do. Earlier, when I'd been going through my list of people who could help me make decisions, I'd come up with a big, fat zero. If I didn't have anyone among my friends or family I could fully trust that also had the capability of helping me make good decisions, then clearly I needed to buy someone. What better person than Helen?
Okay, so there were probably a lot of people better suited than the wife of one of the partners of the firm desperately wanting to keep my business. But I clearly wasn't thinking with only my big brain. It'd been at least 20 minutes since I'd last cum, and post-orgasm clarity didn't last very long.
I had her attention though, so I kept talking. "I don't want you to go to Roger and tell him about this. I would rather just fire your firm, start with a clean slate, and get my own person who works exclusively for me, and have them manage my affairs." I forced myself to keep my eyes locked on hers. It felt like holding a bull by the horns to keep it from killing me.
"I like you, Helen. You're smart, beautiful, fun to be around, and you make me feel good. I don't know if I can completely trust you, but I think I can pay you enough to buy your trust. You've said I should just enjoy my inheritance. I want to. I've worked my entire life so far, and I don't have much to show for it. I want to have fun. I want to enjoy things, but I need someone I can trust to make sure I'm doing it right."
I leveled my gaze at her, "I want you, and I want an answer from you now. I can probably find someone else, but you'd make it easier and a lot more fun. You leave now, and this will be it. You agree to quit your job and be mine… take care of me… and I'll take care of you."
She just stared for a long moment. "I'm married," she finally said.
"He told you to come here, didn't he?" I retorted. I didn't want to share Helen with Roger. Me fucking his wife was all well and good, but I hated the idea of sending her back to him.
She just stared, but the lack of an immediate denial was all the answer I needed.
"Look, I don't know your marriage as well as you, but it looks to me like you're a trophy or just some means to an end… and that's fine if that's what you want. I'm not hypocritical enough to realize that I'm asking you for something similar, but that wouldn't be all there is to it. Look, I'm trying really hard to not catch feelings here, but it's really…" I couldn't bring myself to say the word. I was sure it would run her off.
"It's really hard not to feel anything. But I just had the best sex of my life, you're ridiculously hot, and you have the knowledge and experience I need to make things happen. You'd have a lot of power and stupid amounts of money. Plus I'm wealthier, a lot younger, and better looking than your husband."
Silence reigned for nearly a full minute as I let my words wash over her. The seconds ticked by and each one made the anticipation of her answer more painful, but I wasn't going to break the silence. I would sit there for 20 minutes if that's what it took… I'd just dumped a lot on her, and if that's how long she needed to reply, that's what I'd give her.
"Oh Marcus," Helen sighed and looked around the room again, clearly working out her feelings on the matter.
"Honestly, the firm is the best thing for you," she finally said. I started to reply, but she held up one well-manicured finger, "But that's not to say your feelings aren't unfounded. The partners have all become used to the Gerrard estate. They're very comfortable with the way things are and you're right… the account has afforded them opportunities that would disappear if you didn't continue to engage them."
"That being said, they have people who have been working with your assets for years, myself included. You'd lose a lot more than you'd gain by looking elsewhere."
She hesitated before continuing, "But I understand your concern. What about a compromise? I continue working at the firm. It keeps your business, and you buy my complete loyalty for the price you suggested."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It means that I continue to do my job for the company. I continue to answer to the partners, but I hold nothing back from you. I don't try to manage you at all by telling you what you want to hear, which is what would normally happen. I will tell you exactly what's going on and give you the best advice I can. You get the best of both worlds - the infrastructure and experience of YPV and my support, loyalty, and advice."
If I'd been thinking exclusively with my big brain, it would have sounded like a great idea. However…
"What about us?"
"You really want to keep this up?"
"Of course," I said. My stomach tightened as I realized something… maybe she hadn't enjoyed herself as much as it seemed. "Do you?"
She gave a small, amused smile, "I wouldn't be opposed to it. Marcus, I genuinely enjoyed myself." Her smile faltered. "Again though… I'm married."
"I know," I said. I supposed her divorcing Roger was off the table if she was still going to continue working at YPV. "I still want this though," I said, gesturing back and forth between the two of us.
She licked her lips. "And I suppose you'd want exclusivity?"
"Yeah. I hate the idea of you sleeping with anyone else. If I buy you, you're mine."
Part of me wondered where this side of myself was coming from. Making this sort of deal was terrifying; my heart was threatening to beat itself out of my ribcage, but before today, I would have never voiced these sort of things to a woman. Did wealth really change someone this quickly?
"I'm married," she said again, "I can't make you that promise when it comes to Roger. I can promise you that we won't be sleeping together much. We already don't. He has his dalliances, and I have mine." My heart sank a little at that. "But I can promise you that there won't be anyone else, if we agree to this. Given enough time, there's no telling what could become of my marriage."
I thought about it for a long moment. The fact that Roger would cheat on her with anyone else was insane to me, but then… I remembered imagining other women while I'd been fucking her for the first time. Pot. Kettle. Still… I hated the idea of her husband putting her hands on her, but if it was on a rare occasion due to his already-existing infidelity…
"I can live with that. For now."
"We'll see what the future holds," Helen said with another reserved smile. "Ten million, and you have yourself a deal."
I didn't want to come across as a pushover for my first deal. I wanted Helen, but I wasn't getting exactly the deal I'd originally sought.
"Seven. The deal is different."
She raised an eyebrow and then slipped out of the bed, the sheets slipping away to reveal her bare, ivory legs as positioned herself in front, facing me on all fours completely naked, "Darling, if you agree to ten million, you get my loyalty."
She slowly crawled toward me, "my exclusivity."
She reached me. "And my sworn promise…"
She slipped her arms around my neck as she straddled me, "that I will give you my full, undivided attention."
She brought her lips so close to mine that I could feel them move against me as she continued, "And that every…"
She pressed her still-damp groin into mine… I could feel her heat and wetness coat my already hard cock, "single… need…"
She planted a very slow, sensual kiss on my bottom lip, suckling on it lightly. The tip of her warm tongue flicked across it before she released it. She pressed her forehead against mine and locked eyes with me, mesmerizing me with her intense blue gaze.
"Will be met. In every. Single. Way."
I couldn't help but grind myself into her moist cunt.
Okay… maybe I was a little bit of a pushover.
"And you'll be mine?"
She closed her eyes and smiled, her lips lightly pressed against mine again in a searing kiss, "All yours."
The head of my cock was slowly working its way into her pussy as she rocked back and forth against my crotch. It felt like lava was slowly enveloping the length of my shaft.
"Deal," I said, smashing my lips on hers and invading her mouth with my tongue. We began to frantically fuck, sealing the pact we had just made with each other.
Helen was mine.