Master of Lust

Rick stared at the dying old man on the medical bed.

Silas Warner. The billionaire bastard who had ordered a hit on him. The man who owned the Alps mountain vault. Now, he was just a fragile, wrinkly sack of bones hooked up to a dozen plastic tubes.

Rick had to stop himself from laughing out loud. The irony was absolutely perfect.

"Well, don’t just stand there," the blonde girl snapped. She crossed her arms, her heavy breasts pushing together. "Doctor Williams, get to work. Save my father."

Rachel shook off her initial shock. She was a professional. She stepped up to the medical bed and started checking the monitors. She picked up Silas’s thin wrist to feel his pulse. She shined a small penlight into his dull, unresponsive eyes.

Rick stepped back and let the system do its thing. He didn’t need a medical degree. He had a cheat code.

’System, scan the old man,’ Rick commanded in his mind.

[Ding!] [Target: Silas Warner] [Condition: Severe Organ Failure. Cause: Neuro-Toxin 47 (Also known as ’Ghost Viper Poison’).] [Status: 12 hours until complete brain death.]

Rick smirked. Poison. Someone had poisoned the great Silas Warner.

Rick shifted his gaze to the blonde girl standing next to him. He activated the Carnal Calibrator.

[Ding!] [Name: Victoria Warner] [Age: 24 years] [Carnal Calibrator: 82/100 (Extremely Aroused)] [Romance Radar: 00/10] [Feelings: She loves danger. She thrives on adrenaline. Your cocky attitude and lack of fear are making her incredibly wet. She wants to be dominated by someone stronger than her.]

Victoria noticed Rick staring at her. She glared at him.

"What are you smiling at, pretty boy?" Victoria asked coldly. "Do you think this is a joke?"

"I think it’s hilarious," Rick said bluntly. "You rob a hotel, kidnap a doctor, and drag us to a fortress, all for a dying old man. It’s very dramatic."

"I will put a bullet in your kneecap if you don’t shut up," Victoria threatened.

"You can try," Rick winked.

Rachel turned away from the bed. Her face was pale and serious.

"I can’t treat him here," Rachel said. "This isn’t a natural disease. His organs are shutting down simultaneously. It looks like a synthetic neuro-toxin. I need a full toxicology lab. I need blood centrifuges and chemical analyzers."

Victoria didn’t look surprised. "We have a fully equipped underground laboratory in the East Wing. My guards will take you there. You have access to everything you need. Figure out what poison this is, and synthesize an antidote."

"I’ll do my best," Rachel said. She looked at Rick. "Are you coming?"

"No," Victoria interrupted. She pointed her finger at Rick. "He stays here with me. As insurance. If you try to run, or if my father dies, I’ll shoot this arrogant prick in the head."

Rick chuckled. "Don’t worry about me, Rachel. Take your time. Victoria and I have a lot to talk about."

Rachel gave him a warning glare, but she didn’t argue. Two heavily armed guards escorted Rachel out of the sterile room. The heavy soundproof doors clicked shut, locking them inside.

Rick and Victoria were completely alone. Just the two of them and the dying old man hooked to the mechanical ventilator.

Victoria turned to Rick. She crossed her arms again, trying to look tough.

"You are very confident for a hostage," Victoria said. She took a step closer to him.

"I’m not a hostage," Rick replied. He took a step forward, closing the distance. "I’m just a guy waiting for his reward."

"Reward?" Victoria scoffed. "For what?"

"For not killing you in the back of that van," Rick smirked.

Victoria laughed. It was a dark, mocking sound. "You think you could kill me? I have an entire army outside that door."

Rick didn’t waste time arguing. He moved with blinding speed.

He grabbed Victoria by the waist and slammed her hard against the nearest metal supply table. Metal trays and sterile surgical tools clattered loudly to the floor.

"Hey!" Victoria gasped, completely shocked by his sudden speed and strength.

She tried to push him away, but Rick was a brick wall. He pressed his body flush against hers. His rock-hard cock instantly ground against her stomach through his slacks.

"You talk too much," Rick growled.

He grabbed a thick handful of her platinum blonde hair at the back of her head. He pulled her hair roughly, forcing her head back. Her neck arched, exposing her throat.

"Ow! Let go of me!" Victoria hissed. She slapped his chest, but her hits were weak. Her Carnal Calibrator was at 82. She didn’t actually want him to stop. She was loving the rough, aggressive treatment.

"Look at me," Rick demanded. He pulled her hair a little tighter.

Victoria glared up at him, her ice-blue eyes full of defiance and burning lust. She was breathing heavily. Her massive breasts strained against the tight black leather tank top, rubbing against Rick’s chest.

"You play the tough boss lady," Rick whispered, his face inches from hers. "You rob hotels and act like a badass. But right now, you’re just a wet, horny girl pinned against a table."

"Fuck you," Victoria spat.

"That’s the plan," Rick said.

He smashed his lips against hers. It was a harsh, sloppy, demanding kiss. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. Victoria tried to keep her lips sealed, but Rick pinched her jaw hard, forcing her mouth open. He tasted her. She tasted like adrenaline and mint.

After a few seconds of fighting him, Victoria completely surrendered.

She moaned loudly into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. She sucked on his tongue eagerly, matching his aggressive rhythm.

Rick let go of her hair. He brought both of his large hands to the front of her chest.

He grabbed the bottom hem of her tight leather tank top and violently ripped it upward. The expensive leather tore slightly, but he didn’t care. He pulled it over her head and tossed it across the sterile room.

Victoria was completely topless. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her breasts were massive, pale, and incredibly heavy. They bounced as she breathed. Her nipples were thick, pink, and rock-hard from the cold air of the medical room.

"Damn," Rick grunted. "These are perfect."

He grabbed both of her heavy tits. He squeezed the soft flesh roughly, kneading them like heavy dough. He dug his fingers in, leaving red marks on her pale skin.

Victoria threw her head back and let out a dirty, slutty moan. "Ahhh... yes... squeeze them harder."

Rick pinched her hard nipples and twisted them. Victoria gasped in pure pleasure. Her hips instinctively bucked forward, grinding her crotch against his hard dick.

Rick leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it hard, biting down gently with his teeth. Victoria’s legs gave out slightly. She gripped the edge of the metal supply table to keep herself standing. Loud, wet slurping noises filled the room, competing with the rhythmic beeping of Silas Warner’s heart monitor.

"You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you?" Rick teased.

He reached down and grabbed the waistband of her tight black leather pants. He popped the button and yanked the zipper down. He grabbed the leather and pulled her pants and her black panties down to her ankles in one swift motion. She kicked her boots off to let the pants drop completely.

Her pussy was fully exposed. It was dripping wet. Thick, clear juices shined under the bright hospital lights.

Rick shoved two fingers straight into her wet hole.

Victoria screamed. "Fuck! Oh god, yes!"

Rick pumped his fingers in and out of her tight pussy rapidly. He used his thumb to aggressively rub her clit. Victoria was a complete mess. She drooled onto his shoulder, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was a dominant crime boss, but right now, she was entirely at his mercy.

"Get on your knees," Rick ordered. He pulled his fingers out with a loud wet pop.

Victoria didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her bare knees on the cold tile floor. She looked up at him with hungry, submissive eyes. The stolen sapphire necklace dangled between her massive, bare breasts.

Rick unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and throbbing with blood.

"Suck it," Rick demanded.

Victoria opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. She moaned happily around his thick shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat. She used both hands to stroke the base of his dick and his heavy balls.

Rick grabbed her blonde hair again. He used her head to fuck her mouth, thrusting his hips forward.

"Gag on it, bitch," Rick growled.

Victoria gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She swallowed deeply, sucking him with desperate enthusiasm. The sound of her wet lips sliding up and down his shaft echoed in the room.

After a few minutes of intense oral, Rick pulled his cock out of her mouth. A string of saliva stretched from his tip to her red lips.

"Lie down," Rick commanded. "On your back."