Soul Sucker

Ingrid Anderson (Frances Dortmund’s) POV

Chiapa de Corzo, Mexico

Friday, November 25, 2022

“You’re going to be the death of me, Ingrid.”

I just smiled at the man lying under me in the ornate bed. He’d given up his seed to me seven times today, and he wasn’t a one-pump chump. He made me work for it. “Can you think of a better way to go?” I squeezed my sex around his softening cock, taking the last of it deep inside. I collapsed onto him, my head tucked under his chin as his hands ran down my back.

The breeze from the ceiling fan helped cool us down after our latest romp. Landon Street was a man, after all. Men think with their dicks, and are putty in the trained hands of a Succubus. We’d been dating exclusively since that first dinner, and he’d never been happier.

A few minutes later, his manhood popped out, and I started to leak our combined juices onto him. I squeezed to expel the rest, then moved down his body to clean up. Landon found it highly erotic to have me clean him like this and often got hard again during my oral attention. I didn’t try for another round because I was getting hungry.

I couldn’t fuck him to death until AFTER we were married, after all.

“I’ll be in the shower,” I told him as I finished. I rolled off the bed, my ass swaying as he watched me go to the bathroom door. The private villa he’d rented was well-appointed and luxurious, full of art and tapestries. I walked past the long double vanity and soaking tub to the limestone and glass walk-in shower.

The rain nozzle quickly rinsed the sweat off my lean body as I thought about the trip so far. Landon wanted to surprise me with a trip together while his exchange was closed for the Thanksgiving holiday. He told me to dress for the tropics and bring my climbing gear. We arrived at the airport near this small town in southern Mexico yesterday afternoon. I fell in love with the history and culture right away. We’d done some shopping and sightseeing this morning, returning to the villa for meals.

I felt the door open as I washed my hair and smiled. I knew Landon couldn’t stay away. “Get my back,” I asked him.

“Only if I can get your front as well,” he replied. I moaned in pleasure as he rubbed and massaged my body, coming once on his hand at the end. I tried to suck him to hardness as I returned the favor, but Junior wasn’t coming out to play. “I think you wore him out.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” I said as we rinsed off. Landon said we had an early start in the morning with a five-thirty breakfast. I woke him at five-fifteen with a Succubus Special blowjob, then we dressed in climbing gear and ate.

The guide met us at our front door in his Jeep at six. “Where are we going,” I asked as I buckled in.

“Sumidero Canyon,” the guide replied. An hour later, we were at the base of a cliff near the river rapids. I still wasn’t at Landon’s level, but I wasn’t so far behind that he couldn’t enjoy us climbing together. He liked watching my ass from below as we ascended multiple 5.7 and 5.8 climbs. I took a rest at the bottom while he took on a 5.9, falling three times before he finally summited.

After a beach-side lunch and rest, we moved to the shaded side of the canyon. The heat and humidity took a toll on us, and we collapsed atop the cliff around four in the afternoon. Our guide handed us water, and we sat back against a rock as we rested. The view was spectacular. “Thank you,” I told my boyfriend. “This day has been wonderful.”

“I agree. I wish I didn’t have to go back to work. I could spend a week on these cliffs, and there are so many other places in Central and South America you can climb in the winter.”

That seemed like a good lead-in to my idea. “Why don’t you? A long climbing trip would be a blast.”

He laughed and took a drink. “I’ve got a business to run.”

“Why?” He shrugged. “You don’t like your job. I can tell by how you react every time we meet for dinner.”

“It’s my life,” he started to answer.

“It doesn’t have to be,” I replied. “List ten things that make you happy, and I’ll bet running the Crypto Exchange doesn’t make the list.”

He snorted at that. “You and climbing are at the top of that list.”

I reached for his hand. “You’re a builder, not an operator,” I told him. “You like startups. The risk and excitement are like climbing, and the struggle and challenge feed you. Once they are up and running, everything changes. The job becomes tedium and drudgery. Meetings, lawyers, regulations, shareholders, and demands on your time you don’t control.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he replied. “It hasn’t been fun since I went public.”

“Life is too short to be tied to something you don’t like doing,” I replied. “It’s why I sold my parent’s businesses and went to travel the world. Not only did I know nothing about the family business, but I had no interest in it. I’m young and I have fuck-it money.” He raised an eyebrow. “How much money would you need to have before you could say, ‘Fuck it. I’m out of here.’”

“I haven’t thought of it,” he replied. “I’ve always been focused on getting more.”

I squeezed his hand. “And getting more is harder and less rewarding every day, right? Crypto isn’t the same growth industry it was five years ago.” I moved until my head was lying in his lap. “A million dollars invested in a broad-based fund will kick out fifty to eighty grand a year without touching the principal. My real estate investments have doubled that return. I live a good life, Landon. I can do anything or go anywhere I want. How much would you need?”

He thought about it for a minute. “If I sold the Exchange? I’d be there now. I’m afraid I’d get bored, though.”

“Then, after a year or two, you take the cash and start another company,” I told him. “Take the hit on capital gains, invest the proceeds in the markets, and enjoy life while you are young and active.”

“Fuck it?”

“Hard and often, please,” I said with a smile. "I can help with that."

“I’ll think about it.” We rappelled to the bottom of the cliff, and the guide set up for the day's last climb. It was a 5.9 route with a nasty overhang at the top. I wanted to watch him, but Landon insisted I try. “What was that advice? Fuck it?”

I hooked onto the rope. “I’ll need your help.” It wasn’t easy, and I fell three times before I made it past the overhang. I screamed in triumph and hugged the guide when I was on top.

Landon did it on his first try, of course. I hugged him, then sat back down on a boulder to rest.

The guide handed him something as they were talking. Landon walked over to me with a hand behind his back, then dropped to one knee before me. “Ingrid Anderson, I love you. I want to grow old with you and raise a family in our home. Will you marry me?” He held out a jewelry box to me; inside was a big diamond ring on a white gold setting.”

“Will you say ‘fuck it?’ I want a long honeymoon so we can see the world together.”

“For you? Anything.”

“Then yes, Landon, I’ll marry you.” I slid off the rock into his arms, and we kissed deeply as the guide captured the moment on Landon’s phone.

Halfway there. Now I had to marry the guy. If he liquidated his businesses before the wedding, it simplified EVERYTHING once I extracted his soul.