The Master Programmer-Chapter 115: Trembling Legs 3

With a grin, Jason’s other hand slid down, taking the pants with them as he reached under, finding her already damp panties. Already damp. As expected. This woman was... maybe all of them were fucked up.

He teased the fabric aside and slid two fingers inside her, feeling her warm, slick wetness. She bucked against his hand, her nails digging into his scalp. Jason ignored that feeling though. What he did like wa the feeling of her hands on his head, as she pulled him in. Being used like this really was not bad either.

Samantha’s breath grew ragged as Jason worked her clit with his hand, his fingers moving in and out in a rhythm that made her legs wobble.

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"That’s it," she breathed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Just like that. Keep going, you disobedient young man! Use your hands just like that, Jason! Mh~~!! Ohh~~!!"

Her first orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing as she cried out, her grip on his hair tightening. Jason felt the wetness of her arousal against his hand and knew he had done well as it dripped onto the floor.

Yay… more clean up for him.

But she wasn’t finished with him yet. And Jason knew that too. She had said before how she wanted three orgasms. And it seemed she was going to get them no matter what.

"Again," she ordered her voice firm, her eyes snapping open to meet his. Jason looked at this woman… She was so serious… was this how she liked having sex? Or maybe it was just with him...

Jason was never going to say no to her. He was going to say yes. After all, the more intimate contact they had this time, the more intimate contact they were sure to have in the future. As for the dynamic... he could turn that around in the future. It would not even take much either.

That’s why Jason leaned back in, this time, his mouth finding her clit, making her purr as she looked down at his ungodly handsome face. He sucked and licked, his tongue dancing around the sensitive nub as his fingers continued their relentless pace, sliding in and out of her snatch and tickling and pinching her nipples.

Samantha’s hands gripped the edge of a nearby shelf to steady herself, her body arching with each flick of his tongue. Her second climax was more intense, her knees bucking as she leaned against the shelf for support. "Jason," she whimpered, her voice needy. "More. I need more."

Little did she realise, with Jason standing there, practically holding her up, she was at his beck and call. She was waiting for him to give her what she wanted. The dynamic was shifting ever so slowly.

Without hesitation, he moved back to her breasts, his mouth worshipping them while his hand worked its magic between her legs. He could feel her building again, her breath hitching, her thighs quivering around his hand, her eyes looking deeply into his.

Seeing that look of triumph over him made Jason so angry, but his anger was the perfect fuel. He would give her the best time of her life without even using his cock. After all, she had said that his cock must be tired. He had a tent in his pants at that moment though. It was not tiring at all.

Jason gazed down at her, and looked deeply into her eyes, watching as her eyes rolled back, and when they did he smirked. Got her.

"Ahh~~!!"

The third time, she came with a scream, her whole body shaking as she released her grip on the shelf. She grabbed Jason’s face, holding him there as she rode out the orgasm, grinding her body on his hand. Jason kissed her at that moment, making her moan into his mouth. Meanwhile, he kept going with his hands, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure until she was panting and boneless after he sucked her dry.

Finally, he pulled away, half kneeling still just to maintain the "dynamic", seeing her cheek heaving with delight, her legs and body still quivering. She was so beautiful. "You may stand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had this complicated look on her face at that moment, and it seemed she was very much affected by this. She knew she had lost herself and it was all because of Jason.

Jason stood up and watched as she turned away from him, exposing her backside to him as she grabbed her pants and put them on, thereafter putting the rest of her clothes on. He smirked seeing her ignore him. So cold. She was so cold. But she was also warm. What an interesting woman.

Jason turned away from her too, cleaning up the scene. He had gotten good at doing this kind of stuff now unfortunately. He might as well change his job description. From director to cleaner. How funny.

When he was finished, Samantha stood straighter, her usual confidence restored even a glow on her cheeks. She adjusted her blouse and blazer, shooting Jason a satisfied smirk.

"Not bad," she said. "But don’t think I’m done with you yet. I still have one more of these massage sessions left dont I? And I also have our little Mia…"

Jason chuckled. "Me? Think we’re done? Wouldn’t dream of it." After saying this he stared at Samantha and then smiled. "I wouldn’t mind tasting a peach like yours again… Why dont you tie me up next time?"

Samantha chuckled, having fixed her clothes up. She looked at him deeply, at that handsome face that was plastered to a crotch only moments ago.

"Dont give me any good ideas, Jason Cross…"

As Samantha walked away, her heels clicking against the floor, Jason leaned against the wall, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, which was slick with her wetness and squirt, shaking his head, his mind racing.

"What has my life turned into?" he muttered to himself.

Women, money, power—it all seemed like a never-ending game, one he was both mastering and losing himself in.

He loved all three… But he still didn’t understand what was really happening. The System’s intention... what was it exactly? Was there more to life than this? Maybe he would find out in the future.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen displayed a message from Troy:

[Meeting at the usual place. Don’t be late.

[ No shootout this time. I promise.]

Hah! Funny joke, Troy. If there was anyone who was going to shoot Jason it was going to be Troy himself. If not today then in the future after Jason outlives his usefulness. Jason knew that all too well. He had to be vigilant.

Jason pocketed his phone, straightened his suit, and strode out of the place. He needed to take a shower… and then he needed a change of clothes. He smelled like so many women right now. He had made love in the morning, dominated in the afternoon and then got dominated right afterwards.

What a crazy day…

He had bigger fish to fry now. Troy was waiting for him. And Jason was not willing to disappoint.

— Meanwhile, across town, At a Coffee Shop —

Across town, Samantha sat in a high-end coffee shop, stirring her cappuccino absentmindedly. Her thoughts drifted back to the happenings of the afternoon. Jason… his touch, his confidence, the way he seemed to effortlessly command every situation. The way she had made him her toy... She bit her lip, a small smile playing on her lips.

She enjoyed that… way too much. She couldn’t help but remember the way she ran her fingers through his head of hair, making him use his nose to rub her clit as his tongue dug into her pussy. Fuck... When was she going to see him again? She sighed, looking out the window.

But at the same time, she couldn’t help but imagine what happened before then… It was that woman that was now another toy in her palm, gagging on Jason’s cock, and when she thought of that, that handsome face of his, she couldn’t help but feel an even deeper longing, this time not to see his subservient face, but his dominant smirk.

What did that boy do to her?

"Samantha? You look… happy?" a familiar voice interrupted her reverie.

She looked up to see Veronica Hall approaching, her black hair catching the light. Veronica’s sharp blue eyes softened as she took a seat across from Samantha.

"Veronica," Samantha greeted, her smile widening into a smile. "What a pleasant surprise. Getting a text from you to meet up. I know the last time was a bit unexpected. I’m glad you took my invitation to be friends seriously." Veronica smiled when she heard those words, but Samantha noticed something in that smile. It was weak.

Veronica ordered a tea, her movements poised and elegant. As the two women chatted, the conversation turned toward their respective businesses and personal lives. Veronica’s expression grew thoughtful as she sipped her tea.

"You seem… different lately," Veronica remarked. "Happier, even. I noticed it before when I came."

"You said that before didn’t you?" Samantha’s smile turned coy. "Do I really seem that happy?"

Veronica leaned forward slightly, her curiosity evident. "That’s right… Is it a business deal? Or maybe… Have you met someone? No, that’s impossible for you. I mean you told me yourself that men are useful for only one night when they’re beneath you, doing as you want them to."

Samantha’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Perhaps. He’s younger, but… let’s just say he’s wise beyond his years. And his body’s not bad..."

Veronica’s expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing her features. "You don’t mean…"

Samantha’s smile faded as she realized the implication. "Jason?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. But then seeing Veronica’s eyes... no way... "Are you saying you—?"

Veronica sighed, setting her teacup down. "I’m saying I care about him deeply. And I hope… I hope he knows that. I hope you do too…"

Samantha’s mind raced. The idea of Jason being involved with Veronica… complicated everything. She had been talking to Veronica, and Veronica had not mentioned anything about a relationship with Jason back then. It seemed they had had a ton of development afterwards. Maybe she might have even pushed Veronica into his hands.

That bastard! He had better thank her. But still, what was she going to do? What was she going to say? She had said she wanted to be friends and yet here she was, using her man as a vibrator...

But before she could respond, her phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat.

— At an Upscale Hotel. —

Meanwhile, Jason arrived at the upscale hotel where his meeting with Troy was scheduled. As he entered the lavish suite, he was greeted by Troy and two women, their sharp gazes fixed on him.

"Jason," Troy said, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. "Glad you could make it."

Jason nodded his smirk firmly in place. He declined the offer of a drink and took his seat, his posture relaxed yet commanding. Looking at the two women, he winked at them with both of them giving him a smirk, unlike before when they looked at him with a frown.

It seemed he was useful now. And they knew it too.

"Let’s talk plans," Jason said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He did not have time to talk or argue about things. It was unnecessary. He had to knock this meeting out of the park and then move on to more important things. Also, the fact that he was the first to talk would give him momentum, and he would dictate the pace from then on.

Troy leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "I have to admit, Jason, you’re not what I expected. You’re better."

Jason’s smirk widened. "I aim to exceed expectations."

Troy nodded, "So do I… That’s why I have to say that you are very impressive." Troy took another sip of his drink, the smirk on his face disappearing as his eyes took on a glint colder than the night. "Okay, then. Let’s talk business."