Beneath Him...

The cursor blinked on the screen before her. On one side, a video showed a man in a bedroom with a girl who was far too young to be there. On the other, a series of files linked together into a coded messaging service. Stella's fingers flashed across her keyboard as she sent another message to her father.

"It's all ready to go, dad. I just finished uploading the Uppstone files. But do you think this will achieve anything? Tony Dank is popular. He could probably get away with shooting someone in the middle of the city, let alone a little sexual scandal."

"Doesn't matter, sweetheart," came the reply quickly. "The client's paying for the material. It's up to them to make the blackmail stick."

"Ok, dad, it's on the way right now."

She clicked send and watched as the encryption kicked in. When you were dealing with this kind of thing you used as much security as you could get.

"So, are you still behaving yourself?"

A smirk crossed Stella's lips.

"You have me preparing illegal blackmail material on one of the biggest celebrities in reality TV and you're asking if I'm behaving."

"You know what I mean," replied her father. "I know what you kids are like in college. I was one too once."

"I know, dad, but this is England. They're all prudes here."

"NEVER try to play me, Stella. You're MY daughter. I know exactly what you're like... and England's reputation is complete bullshit, too. That place can put Sin City to shame."

"LOL! Relax, dad. I'm... behaving."

"STELLA!"

"Ok, ok. Damn, dad, you're so easy to play. I'm not doing anything wrong."

She grinned smugly. Technically, she hadn't lied. She was behaving -- badly, but it was still behavior. And, if you judged her behaviour by the worst darksites that her father ran, she was practically a saint! Not that she'd explain that to him.

Arms reached around her, groping her breasts unexpectedly. Fingers grabbed her nipples, crushing them. Teeth found her neck and bit, hard.

"FUCK!" she cried out in pain and shock.

"Morning you sexy bitch," whispered Max in her ear. "I'm up..."

She reached down and grabbed his cock through his boxers. "Yeah, I can tell that! How about you give a girl a warning next time."

"How do you expect me to behave when you sit there naked? Besides, it's more fun this way."

"Max! I'm chatting with my dad!"

He looked at the screen over her shoulder. "You are? In text? He probably misses you. You should turn on the webcam."

He started reaching around her towards the mouse. She slammed her arm down to block his way.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Max laughed. "Anyone ever tell you you're sexy when you're scared?"

"Scared is one thing, Max, but understand something - if my dad ever finds out what we get up to he'll drag me back to the states and probably hire every hit man he can to take you out. I'm not saying they'd manage it, but even a wild cat like you only has so many lives. Besides, if I'm stateside you won't get to break me any more."

"Okay, I know. I wouldn't REALLY do it... well... probably not. You don't want to be too sure, do you? So what have you been doing?"

"Just helping out my dad's business... a little information gathering. Nothing too special."

She paused as Max continued to explore her body with his hands. She shifted her thighs, feeling aroused as she recalled the previous night.

"Hey, have you seen my phone?" asked Max.

She slid the keyboard platform out further from her computer desk, revealing it. She picked it up and handed it back to him.

"Sorry, I was just checking the text you got this morning."

"You took my phone?!" Max spun her chair around so she was facing him. He leaned down and stared into her eyes. "You know you'll be punished for that later, right?"

"I better be." Stella grinned at him. "And make it worth my while -- after all, I did resolve your little girlfriend problem."

"Girlfriend problem?" asked Max. "What do you mean?"

"Charlotte. She sent a message this morning to say she loved you. I figured you wouldn't like that now you're mine so I handled it."

"What...?" Max frowned. He studied her features carefully. "What exactly did you do?"

"Oh, just some basic hacking. Between what you had in your phone and some simple research and guesswork I was able to access her computer and plant a bunch of videos from one of my dad's dark web sites."

"How did you..." Max began. "No wait, more importantly, which site?"

"'House of Thanatos'," said Stella. "Its slogan is: You can walk in, but you're carried out... Personally? I think most of them are still breathing at least. It's probably fake. Doesn't make it legal porn though."

"Seriously? You know Charlie's royalty right?" Max's eyebrows threatened to invade his scalp.

"Royalty," laughed Stella. "Yeah, like 96 times removed or something? It's not like she's a prince who can skate on charges by saying he doesn't sweat. Once the cops get a hold of that computer I doubt she'll see the light of day again. Oh, yeah, I sent an anonymous tip to the cops too."

"You are one seriously nasty bitch!" said Max. "What if she traces what you did?"

"I'm not an amateur, Max. Nevermind that I bounced through multiple international servers - masking the source into each as I went - I made sure to delete a whole bunch of data logs on her system so it would look like a completely amateur attempt to cover up what she'd been doing.

"Is there anything you won't do?"

Stella looked at him, a sneer curling her lips. "Remember what you said about the whiskey last night? Did you think you're the only one who takes what they want?"

"I like it. What if I ever upset you though?"

"I guess you better stay in my good books then -- unless you want to see how sick I can really get."

He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, just enough to put her on edge. "You really want to threaten a psychopath like me? I could end you."

She didn't flinch; she licked her lips. She loved that reaction -- the shift in his eyes that showed he wasn't sure if she was joking or actually might be a threat to him. That flicker of fear before he took back control? It made her wet. For a moment she stroked his cock through before she grabbed his balls and squeezed harder than him. Max gasped and let go of her throat to reach for her hand. It was a reflex reaction but they both knew she'd won this one.

"But you won't, because we both know there's no way we'll find anyone else who's ok with the shit we're into. So let's not go there. Now, get that dick out. This has been hard work and I need a protein shake."

"About time," said Max as he pushed his boxers down his thighs. "I expected you to wake me up with a blowjob. You kept me waiting."

"Baby needs a slutty alarm clock?" said Stella as she dropped to her knees. "Guess I better be worth the wait, then, or you might just 'end me'"

She plunged her mouth onto his dick, swallowing him deep. Relaxing her throat she pushed deeper, burying her face in his pubic hair in one move. It had taken her years of practice with dildos to be able to deep throat at an instant, but as she felt Max's hands curl in her hair and heard his guttural growl she knew it had been worth it.

She barely moved. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft as she massaged him with her throat, savoring the weight and heat of him. Slowly she moved back and forth, fucking his cock with her throat. She couldn't breathe. She didn't want to. Right then all she wanted was to feel him buried inside her, to know she had control over both of them.

Only when she began to feel faint did she start to pull back. Her teeth closed on the shaft, just enough to scrape the flesh sensually. When she felt the head of his cock pop free of her airway she gasped a deep breath and plunged back down on him.

Her fingers dug into his sack, the nails biting deep, squeezing his balls and cutting the flesh. Above her, Max cried out in pain and excitement.

"You like that, don't you?" She said, pulling from his cock for a moment. Her tongue flicked out to lick a drop of pre-cum from the eye. "A shot of danger... a stab of pain. You don't just like to dish it out, you like to take it too."

She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Her teeth closed on his swollen helmet. She nibbled it, closing her teeth to cause pain and threat, sure now that he wanted it too, she stroked him faster and faster.

"Come for me, you twisted fuck," she said.

Her teeth clamped over the end one final time. He cried out loud. His hands twisted savagely through her hair. Her eyes closed as the pain took her and she threw her face back into his crotch. He came. Hard. Deep down her throat. She couldn't swallow, couldn't do anything. He was too deep. But she didn't need to. His cum shot into her stomach and she held herself there until he was done. Then she pulled back, gasping as she collapsed onto the floor.

"Now that," she gasped. "Is what I call a shake."

Max fell to his knees next to her. He leaned forward, gasping, and put his hand on her thigh. "What the hell are you?" he asked. "That was amazing!"

What was she? That was the question, wasn't it: what were either of them? Two severely kinky people playing in a pool made only for them, sure. But it was more than that. There was something about him that turned on a lot more switches than just her libido. And she could already tell the same was true about her for him.

"What am I?" replied Stella. "I'm the Queen when I'm in this castle. Now, breakfast's going to be eggs, bacon and toast. So go make it."

She got up and returned to the computer. A set of messages was flashing on screen from her father, asking why she stopped responding and if she was ok. She sat down and began to type before turning to him once more. "Oh, and yes, I expect you WILL flog me for being so insolent later..."