What every man wants.

-co-written with sammycolt-

Jonas let out a sigh, a little part of him was worried she would just out right kill him. He smiled. “I have piles of information about the Manticore project Max. We can come to a beneficial arrangement.” Jonas reached out to her and she flinched, so he grabbed her shirt and pulled her closer. “You help me out, and I'll keep your little secret, and maybe if you’re good you'll learn a thing or two.”

Once she was close enough he reached around, one hand grabbing her ass, pulling her into his lap so she straddled him. “Now, where were we?”

Max didn’t say anything; she just glared at him with **** in her eyes. She was trapped! This time, her superior strength, speed and mind could not do a thing to help her. Of course she could walk away- the old man wouldn’t be able to stop her- but if he wasn’t bluffing and would actually rat her out to Lydecker and his goons, her life as she knew it would be over. She could easily snap his neck right now, then jump out of the moving car and disappear from the city before Jonas’ driver would even know what was going on, but then Manticore would make Cindy and Sketchy suffer the consequences. It was like Zack always had said: her friends were her weakness!

She didn’t resist when Jonas’ hand sneaked into her pants to grope her thong-clad ass, didn’t resist when he reached up to her face and gently stroked her full bottom lip with his thumb, didn’t even resist when his hand firmly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her roughly closer, forcing her into a kiss.

Max whimpers were muffled when the old man pushed his tongue past her lips into her mouth, chasing her own around with impressive agility. She did her best to cover her emotions, but when she felt Jonas’ fingers creep beneath the band of her thong and worm their way into her ass-crack she couldn’t hold back. She gripped his arm and in a weak attempt she tried to pull it away as his fingertips found her bumhole and began to rub it in small circles.

Jonas broke the kiss, a wolfish grin on his face. “You know, Max,” he whispered close to her ear, “A Cale always gets what he wants…” With that he planted both hands on her tummy and gave her a firm shove, sending her down to the floor on her ass, looking at him surprised. “… and right now what I want is to see what's underneath that shirt of yours.” Max gasped in shock when the old man firmly grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked. The material stretched for a second before it tore, ripping all the way down to the hem.

Jonas smiled contempt as he leered at Max’ heaving chest, her tits encased in a plain, red sport bra. To his delight Jonas spotted the obvious twin-bumps of her nipples which poked against the fabric. When he read through the Manticore files he had to his pleasure found out that when obedience was demanded, the x5-brain immediately released hormones to give the soldier positive feedback, increasing the likely hood they would behave. The scientists had obviously intended to get more control over their x5s. Which meant that this pretty girl was, if she knew it or not, genetically predisposed to be submissive.

And the signs on her face were obvious too: her nostrils flared, her cheeks were flushed and her pupils dilated. But instead of acknowledging her feelings, Max glared up at him, anger and **** in her eyes. Jonas smiled in return. “Give me your bra!” he ordered.

Max hesitated. It was bad enough that she would have to let this old bastard do whatever he wanted to her, but now he demanded that she participated! This was outrageous! This was… arousing her? What the hell was wrong with her? There was no way she could possibly enjoy this man forcing himself on her!

She swallowed hard, keeping her face blank. She knew there was no other option, that she was cornered. With shaking hands she took the remains of her shirt off and placed it on the bench beside Jonas, then reached behind her back, her fingers finding the clasp and unsnapping it. She took another deep breath before she pulled the garment away from her chest.

Jonas licked his lips when she revealed her breasts. As he had expected, they were perfect! Round, caramel-colored orbs of firm flesh with dime-sized, hazel-colored nipples that stood proudly into the conditioned air of the limousine. “Beautiful” he whispered admiringly, taking the bra from her hands, folding it up and shoving it into one of his suit’s inner pockets.

“Fuck off!” she spat, giving him a deadly stare that made Jonas chuckle. He knew he had her where he wanted her and he knew that she knew it. So now he simply enjoyed the spirit she showed. It would make subduing her just more pleasurable…

Max didn’t flinch when he reached out with both hands and roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. She was determined not to give any reaction while Jonas fondled and pinched her boobs, playfully bounced them up and down and flicked her nipples with his thumbs, making the little nubs even harder.

But when Jonas leaned down and captured one of her nipples between his lips, lightly bit and sucked it, she couldn’t hold back a little moan. Unsure what to do with her hands, she finally grabbed his head and simply held on to it, not pulling it closer, but not pushing it away either. “You pig!” she groaned in frustration as she felt her body tingle with excitement.

Jonas looked up at her, her nipple still in his mouth and gave her a teasing wink, one of his hands mauling her other tit while the other travelled down over her stomach to her black cargo pants, popping the button open. Finally he released her chest and gave her another little peck on the mouth before leaning back and watching her expectantly. “Take them off!” he said, nodding towards her pants.

Max winced at the order. She knew it had been coming, after all Jonas made her cower on her knees in front of him, topless and with hard nipples. But hearing him demand it made it more real. Sighing she grabbed the waistband of her opened cargo pants and quickly pushed them down to her knees, exposing her plain black thong.

Jonas dick twitched with excitement when he discovered the clear outline of a cameltoe in Max panties, the front of which were darkened with her juices. His breath quickened as Max sat on the carpeted limo floor to take her shoes and socks off before she finally pushed her bunched up pants down her legs and over her feet, leaving her clad in only the tiniest piece of clothing.

Pushing her chin out defiantly Max threw her discarded pants on top of the bench next to Jonas, then she stared back at him, not blinking, obviously determined not to submit to him. Jonas let the silence do its magic for a few seconds before he said one word. “Continue!”

This time she didn’t hesitate a second, not wanting to show another weakness she grabbed her thong and swiftly pulled it off, along her legs. Then she balled them up and deftly threw her panties into Jonas surprised face, hitting him across chin and nose. “Happy?” she hissed.

Jonas picked up the damp thong that had fallen into his lap and brought it up to his nose, looking into Max’ disgusted face as he sniffed her aroma before he stuffed them in the inner pocket to her bra. He smiled mildly at her. “Spread your legs!”

If looks could kill, Jonas would have fallen dead at that very second, but Max complied, leaning back she spread her legs apart as far as the confined space of the limousine would allow, granting Jonas a glamorous view of her pussy. She was completely shaved, he had expected nothing else, and had the perfect innie pussy. Thick outer lips which already glistened with wetness and small inner labia, just barely peeking out in between. Her pea-sized clit perked out, almost begging to be played with. What a cute little cunt!

“Now open it up!” he cawed, his heart pumping with excitement. The rush of being in complete control felt like heaven.

Sighing, Max rolled her eyes at the old man’s obvious eagerness before she reached down with her right hand and spread her nether lips apart, using her index and middle finger to show off the rich pink color of her inner pussy.

“Very nice, Max!” Jonas commended while he opened his pants and let his hard cock spring free. Max eyes widened when she saw how well-endowed the old man was. She had hoped for him to have a small penis so she could ridicule him while he had his way with her, but now she knew that that wouldn’t work. At least nine inches long, his thick pole was standing proudly from his pants, a little pre-cum tickling from its tip. “Now I want those lips around my cock!”