The Master Programmer

"Alright, alright, get outta here, idiots!" Jason said with a smile as they retreated with sheepish smiles. They were propping him up to give a good impression to his woman, Isabella. These idiots were idiots, but they were smart. The pair emerged from the building into the cool night air. The bodyguards stationed at the door blinked in confusion, their expressions shifting between suspicion and confusion as they saw Jason unharmed. He ignored their questioning looks and hailed a taxi. Jason turned back to Isabella. She was quiet, her arms wrapped around him, as though shielding herself from the world and trying to get as much warmth as possible from him. He placed a hand on her shoulder, grounding her and then kissed her forehead, making her turn to him. "Let's get you home, okay?" he said softly eliciting a nod from her. In the taxi, Isabella's voice was barely above a whisper as she lay on top of Jason's lap and chest, looking up at his face. "Jason, you don't even know what you've done for me tonight." Jason turned to her, his gaze steady. "Then tell me." She hesitated, her fingers twisting together. "It's my father. He owed those people so much… 100,000 dollars. They told me I had to spend the night with the boss to clear part of the debt." Her voice broke, and she looked away, tears welling in her eyes. "I thought... I thought it was over for me." 100,000? So that guy was lying to Jason, now was he not? Fucking bastard. Jason reached out, gently tilting her chin so she met his gaze. "You're safe now. You'll always be safe with me. Nothing like that will ever happen to you again. Not as long as I'm here." His words were slow, deliberate, and infused with a warmth that cut through her fear and he held her hand, squeezing it, causing her to smile in relief. Jason used anchoring here, associating his presence with safety and trust, ensuring Isabella would feel secure whenever she thought of him. He also reactivated earlier anchors to make her feel safe and secure and this worked, calming her down and making her melt into him even more than before. Throughout the ride, Jason kept kissing her forehead and hugging her tight, and she sobbed, saying how grateful she was to have Jason come for her even while facing tens of men and how lucky she was to have Jason in her life. Jason said nothing. It was good she was thinking this. After all, if she knew she was nothing more than a mission at first, how she would feel? Would it matter to her? Would she care? Would she look at him differently? Jason noticed something at that moment that made his eyes pop open. Why the hell was she registered here? |———————————— || Master Programmer System || Stats | Missions | Items | Store | ————— Your Current Missions: —> Make your Sexy Boss Fall For You (43% done) —> Take Revenge on the Grumpy Middle-Aged Landlord (31% done) —> Build a Syndicate! (20% done) ————————————| |———————————— | Master Programmer System || Stats || Missions | Items | Store | ————— Name: Jason Cross MC (Master Coins): 400 Level: 22 Stats: (No Change) ————————————| She was a subordinate now? How? Why? It made no real sense, but he hoped to see something from it. What did it mean about their relationship? Did it mean she was loyal to him now? How interesting. Jason didn't know why but he felt good about that. Having someone loyal to him was incredible and he wanted to have more loyal people like this. Maybe the way into a woman's heart was just good sex and great cuddles. When they finally reached her apartment building, Isabella led Jason inside her apartment. The place was small, and cluttered with a mix of items that spoke of a life lived under pressure. She looked around and sighed. "It's not much, but it's home." Jason shook his head. "It's yours. That's all that matters. And why are you saying that as if I haven't been here before? I'm here all the time." She smiled faintly, but it quickly faded. "I feel... dirty," she admitted. "That man, his hands…" Her voice broke again. But Jason knew that this was genuine emotion, and he also knew that she was being real now. He was not sure what happened to her. She said she was brought in and drugged and then she didn't know what exactly happened to her, but she knew she was fine because she had only been in there for a few minutes when Jason arrived. Jason stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "You're not defined by what he did or didn't do. You're more than that. And if it helps, we can wash away today together. That is if you let me.." Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she nodded, her eyes shimmering with a mix of gratitude and something deeper. Jason smiled, and then he led the way this time, going to the showers where he slowly took off her clothes and then she took off his clothes, thereafter entering the shower where she and him began kissing deeply, melting into each other's embrace. — Back at Veronica's Place — Meanwhile, across town, Veronica stirred in her bed. Something felt off, an unease that pulled her from sleep. Getting up, she sighed. Damn it, what the hell was wrong with her? It was one thing to wait for Jason to come back, but then when he came back, she didn't want to seem like she had been waiting, so she ended up faking her sleep. And then when Jason grabbed her and picked her up, taking her to her room, only to put her down and gently tuck her in, she had been acting like she was fine, but in reality, her heart was running marathons, and she was in an intense situation. And now, as she sat there in her bed, she could still feel those manly arms, smell that smell, and it was driving her crazy. She slipped out of bed and wandered into the hall, her steps soft against the wooden floor. Where was he? Probably sleeping, right? Should she go check? Was it okay to go check? It probably was, right? After all, Jason had entered her room without her permission. It was fine for her to do something similar to him. She might not even enter the room either. She might just stop at the door. She might not enter at all. That's right. She was just looking! Nothing else. She promised herself she would do nothing else. Nothing at all. At the end of the day, if she found out that Jason was someone who slept naked or something would she be affected? Wait would she affect Jason? Why was she even thinking about Jason naked? By the time she arrived at Jason's door, she snapped out of her thoughts. What the hell… Anyway, she was here already. She might as well check. Looking at the door she noticed that Jason's room was dark, the door slightly ajar. Did he sleep with the door open? So dangerous. She pushed it open and stepped inside, soon seeing that there was nobody in there. She looked around at the pages that had been plastered on the wall, and the things on the surroundings. It was neat, but with these pages with plans and words, it was pretty busy. Taking in a deep breath, she could smell the faint scent of him lingering in the air. Her fingers grazed the edge of the bed as she sat down, her thoughts racing. Where was he? And why did she feel this strange ache in her chest in his absence? Sighing she looked around a bit more, and then raised her feet, getting on the bed. As she got comfortable in there, taking in the sights and smells, she couldn't help but blush. Oh my god, what was she doing?! She buried her face in the pillow, the fabric cool against her skin. Memories of Jason flashed through her mind… his voice, his confidence, the way he seemed to command every room he entered. Her heart raced, and she felt a heat rise within her that she hadn't felt in years. She tried to suppress it, but it was of no use. Jason was under her skin, and she wasn't sure how to get him out. And then in the next moment, when she sniffed the sheets only to smell his smell, her breathing hitched. She was so horny now. Fuck! She reached below herself, grasping beneath her silky nightdress and then running her fingers over her crotch, and she felt a feeling that had been lost to her for so long. "Jason…~" Veronica moaned out softly, feeling an ecstasy go throughout her body like a wave. It was incredible to her. She sniffed the sheets even more rubbing herself rougher and faster as she called out his name, and then after a few more moments she began rubbing even faster, circling and slapping at it until finally, she screeched as she quivered hard and bit into the sheets. She clenched her muscles tight, making sure not to release any fluids, and although it was frustrating, she managed to hold herself back from squirting. But she still left a mark on there with her drool and bite marks. Would he notice? What would he do if he did? As she thought of it, she continued rubbing, still cumming while fantasizing about all sorts of things she would never admit to. After a few moments of quivering hard, she lay there breathing heavily, and then she got up, looking at the sheets beneath her. Damn it… When she held her hands up, only to see how wet and sticky they were, she sighed. What the hell was she doing? — Meanwhile, Back at Isabella's Apartment — The water was running hot, steam curling into the air as Jason and Isabella stood in the shower their bodies wrapped around each other. The day's tension melted away under the cascade of water, their laughter mingling with the sound of the spray as they bathed each other, sharing jokes and having fun. Isabella leaned against him, her body relaxed, her eyes closed as she let herself trust someone for the first time in what felt like forever. Jason ran his hands over her breasts, thereafter leaving a soapy layer over her now fully erect nipples. And then when he pinched the nipple again, she moaned, turning to him with narrowed eyes. Jason smiled. "Should I say sorry?" "No, you should beg for forgiveness." "Forgiveness?" "That's right!" "For what? You're my Guardian Angel. Why would I ask you to forgive me?" "Your guardian angel is going to take good care of you tonight. You took care of me before, and now I am going to take care of you. That's why you should beg for forgiveness." "Oh? Why is that?" Jason said with a smirk. "After all, too much pleasure is bad for the body," Isabella said, running her fingers over the sides of his body. "Oh really?" Jason said with a smirk as the shower was turned off. She nodded, and then turned to him, running her hands over his body as she slowly got on her knees. And then when she arrived there, only to be met with the sight of Jason's cock already at full mast, she smiled, looking up at Jason with the happiest expression. "That's right, I'll take such good care of you, you'll be begging me not to stop," Isabella said, kissing the shaft gently. And then as she pulled her hair back, Jason knew that those words would be the last few words she said for a while.