The Temporary Boyfriend

Chapter 82: Catalina 18+

​"The drug used on Ms. Lyvana," Julian continued. "It came from your lab. Only three people have the clearance to touch those chemicals. You are one of them."

​"I... I didn’t know what they were going to do with it!" the man stammered. "I just followed orders!"

​Julian leaned down until he was inches away from the man’s face.

​"Whose orders?" Julian whispered.

​"I... I don’t know. You have to believe me!" the man stammered.

​Julian stood up slowly and adjusted his gloves. his expression was cold and bored.

​"Alright," he said. "Let’s try a different way. We can test how well that drug works on you instead. Once it hits your system, I’ll bring in three escorts with huge dicks to use on you all night long. We’ll see how much you don’t know by morning."

​The man’s face went pale. He started to shake so hard the chair rattled against the floor.

​​"Wait! Please!" he gasped, his voice breaking. "It was a man! Arthur Reed! He didn’t come alone. There was a woman with him — someone powerful. I don’t know her name, I swear!"

​Julian froze. His hands stayed still, mind was racing.

​Arthur Reed? What the fuck. Arthur had no reason to touch Lyvana. He was a business rival, sure, but this was personal. This was fucked up.

​"Arthur Reed," Julian repeated. "Are you sure?"

​"Yes! He was the one who took the vials!"

Julian turned away, his eyes dark with rage. If Arthur was involved, this was bigger than he thought. How was Catalina involved with Arthur Reed.

Elsewhere on the other side of town, Catalina was at her favorite hideout, for an emergency de-stress session.

Mateo on the other hand, was waiting outside as usual.

This time she was strapped naked to a chair face up, and her legs wide apart. She had on a mask to hide her face.

There were over a dozen naked men surrounding her.

Catalina lay there, her breath coming in quick, short gasps behind her mask. Even though they couldn’t see her face, she could feel their heat all around her.

​She enjoyed the power she had over them. They could touch her and explore her body with their hands, but they had to stop exactly when she — or her master — said so. The feeling of so many hands on her skin made her blood race. Every time a new person stepped up, a fresh wave of excitement shot through her.

​She loved the danger of it. If anyone found out that the elegant Catalina was here, doing these things with strangers, her reputation would be ruined. But that risk only made her more excited.

​In this dark room, she was just a woman giving in to her deepest, darkest desires. She waited, her body trembling, for the one touch that actually mattered. She was waiting for her master to finally step forward and take what belonged to him.

A minute later, he leaned over her and grabbed her chin firmly, tilting her head back as far as it would go. Then, he pressed a big, wet kiss against her lips. It was messy and deep, claiming her in front of everyone else.

​When he pulled back, his breath was hot against her ear.

​"Your body belongs to me," he whispered. His voice was low and mean. "Every inch of it. Do you understand?"

​Catalina couldn’t speak through the mask, but she nodded quickly. Her whole body trembled with a mix of fear and excitement. She loved that he knew exactly how to handle her.

He grabbed a black hairbrush by the top and coated the handle with lube. He placed the smooth end of the brush against her wet opening. Without any pressure, it began slipping inside. She was that turned on. He pushed further in slowly guiding it all the way in, until all that could be seen was the paddle end of the brush sticking out from her pussy. Then he began moving it up and down.

​"Do you like being used like a toy?" he whispered, his hand gripping the paddle end to control the speed.

She nodded frantically. She was so turned on seeing herself being used like that, with an everyday object.

​He began to move it faster, the slick sound of the lube filling the quiet room. The other men pressed closer, their hands roaming over her nipples and thighs. Catalina’s toes curled. She was losing herself in the sensation.

​Just as she felt the pressure building to a peak, he suddenly stopped. He left the brush deep inside her, her muscles clenching around it.

​"Not yet," he said with a cruel tilt of his head. "You don’t get to finish unless am inside you."

He pushed the seat all the way back and placed her legs and feet on his shoulders. He finally took the brush out, then he inserted his huge member into her. Within minutes she had rollercoaster of orgasms and every time, he kept riding her not stopping.

The men watched in total silence. Catalina could feel their eyes on her, watching her body react to her Master. It made her skin flush with heat.

He kept telling her he was going to fuck her till she passed out. freёweɓnovel.com

Meanwhile, outside, Mateo sat on the hood of his car waiting for her. He was holding a tablet and using an earpiece.

El answered on the third ring.

"Yea."

"Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find you, you prick?" Mateo said, although it was distorted on the other end.

A frightened El could only gasp. "No... wait. It’s not what you think..."

"Shut up and listen. We have an even better offer for you. We will make it a million dollars."

​"A million dollars?" El’s voice crackled through the earpiece. The fear was still there, but now it was mixed with greed. "What do I have to do for that kind of money?"

​Mateo smiled, though El couldn’t see it. "The plan has changed. I will call you with further instructions."

Mateo ended the call without another word.

For a moment, he just sat there, listening to the sounds coming from inside. Then he exhaled slowly, tapping the edge of the tablet against his palm, once... twice... thinking.