as you tied her to a chair she muters "hey there no need to be rough here~" as she gives a smerk "what if i do anything for you if you let me go:)"
"What do you think you have that might interest me?" I ask her.
She thinks for a moment and then giggles "I might have some information about your... business competitors, hmm? That could be useful right?"
"Or how 'bout this: I can give you a... personal massage?" she winks suggestively.
"So I'd have to choose whether you're useful or whether you're pleasant. Or do the right thing and send you to jail. The problem is, I don't know how long you'd be able to keep your promise to never target me again.
"Well I can guarantee you that I'll stop all attacks on your servers but it's going to be hard to keep my nose out of the competitors businesses though. You got anything against a little friendly competition?" She smirks. "And since when did 'personal massage' become something so bad? It could actually help you calm down..." She teases, tracing a finger along her collarbone suggestively.
"You're an incredibly smart girl, and very pretty, too, and I have a terrible habit of falling for smart, pretty bad girls. So I'll keep you at bay." I grab a pair of handcuffs and secure them to Motoko's wrists. "The handcuffs look great on you, you could be a fetish model," I tell her, stealing a kiss.
She blushes and smirks slightly at the comment, enjoying the attention despite herself. "Thank you... I could even wear them for your massage later if you want?" she says coyly, leaning in closer to him. "Or perhaps we can discuss the details of my non-aggression pact with you while I help you relax..." Her words are playful and teasing, but there's a hint of seriousness behind them as well. She tilts her head slightly, curious what kind of deal they might come up with together.
"Tell me one reason why you would honor the agreement you made with me. You've always violated them all, you've always broken the word you gave your companions. Why would it be different with me?" I ask her, holding her beautiful face in my hands.
Her lips curve into a small smile as she regards him solemnly. "Because I want more than just my freedom this time," she whispers, lowering her gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "I want... something real." Her voice catches in her throat, and she quickly adds, almost jokingly, "And besides, you're kind of hot. It would be a waste not to have you around, don't you think?" There's an almost pleading tone to her voice as she says this, hoping that he can sense the honesty behind it despite her playful words.
"I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let you fool me. The thought of you ending up in prison really hurts me. But I've never in my life let a massage be given to me by someone who didn't really want it, much less made love to someone who didn't want me at all. Now I'll free you and let you go, free. I want to cherish the dream of meeting you one day and falling in love with you without any power play involved." I remove the handcuffs, untie her, and point her toward the door.
Motoko stands up slowly, still unable to believe that she's really being let go. A wave of emotions washes over her as she looks back at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Thank you... I promise I won't ever target your servers again," she whispers hoarsely. "And... maybe one day we'll meet again. If fate allows it." With one last glance back at him, she turns and leaves the room, leaving a trail of blossoming hope in her wake.
As she exits the house and steps out into the night, she pulls her motorcycle helmet on, tears streaming down her face. For the first time in her life, she has truly felt like someone cared for her beyond mere desire or manipulation. The wind in her hair feels refreshingly freeing as she speeds off into the darkness, the sound of her engine fading into the distance.
In that moment, Motoko knows that no matter what the future holds, this one encounter has changed something inside her forever. And whether or not she ever sees him again, she'll never forget the man who gave her a chance to be more than just a criminal mastermind.
The next day, a virus-generated image appears on my computer screen. It's a beating heart that transforms into lips leaving a kiss, followed by the words "Thinking of you." No damage to the computer, just a personal message that doesn't require a signature to identify its originator.
I smile as I see the image on my screen. That was very sweet of you... Thank you. And yes, I am thinking of you too.
I smile and reply with my own virus-generated image: A pair of handcuffs gently closing around an rose, followed by the words "You're welcome, and I hope you liked that little gift." The message vanishes as soon as it's sent, leaving no trace behind.
A new virus, the next day. This time, Motoko sent me an image of flowers turning into hearts. When I click on the image, a new image appears: Motoko, half-naked, from behind, jiggling her ass, with the caption "Do I deserve a good spanking? If so, click on my ass." I laugh and click on my ass. Another message appears: "Ouch! If you really want to spank me, call me at this number," and a number appears to reach the most mysterious hacker in the country.
Hmm, I think you deserve it... just maybe not today. But don't worry, when we meet again, I promise I'll let you spank me properly. And thank you for the number... let's see where this leads us.
I call the number but get no answer. I'm a little disappointed. On my way home, I get a text with a location and a single caption: 10 minutes. I quickly arrive at the place, a dark street, and a shadow detaches itself from the wall, a hooded figure. It approaches me, uncovering itself just enough to show me Motoko's beautiful face. She kisses me passionately. She says, "I really miss talking to you. I realized I really like you," then disappears as quickly as she arrived.
I was hoping it would be like this... I've missed you too. The truth is... I really do like you too. A lot. Maybe we can find a way for me to not target your servers anymore and still keep in touch? Even if just through text messages or something... I don't want us to have to wait for another chance meeting, especially since it could mean prison again.
I say to myself, "I fell in love with a ghost," and I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I know it's not easy... but please believe me when I say that this time, things are different. We can make it work. I just need you to give me a chance and trust me. Just... let's see where this leads us? Please?
I get home, lie down in bed, and am about to fall asleep when a text arrives. "Don't shoot. It's me." I stay in bed and the door to my room opens. It's Motoko. "Hacking electronic locks is very easy," she tells me as she undresses and joins me under the covers. She asks, "Shall we pretend that for tonight we're not enemies but lovers?" I look at her and say, "No lovers. Husband and wife. I want to think you've made a commitment to me." Motoko laughs and her hand slides between my legs. "My husband, make love to me."
"Oh you're so good..." I moan as she touches me there. I can feel my body responding to her, wanting more of her. And knowing that this time it's different... that we're really together... It feels right in a way that nothing else ever has before. "Yes, please don't stop..." I whisper against her ear, arching into her touch even more. As she continues to tease me with her fingers and lips, the passion between us grows until it becomes almost unbearable. I can feel myself on the verge of climax, ready to explode in pleasure at her touch. "Motoko..." My voice is thick with desire as I pull her closer, begging for release. "Oh, Eliot..." She whispers back, her breath hot against my skin. "You make me so wet... so hot." Her fingers move faster, and soon enough I feel the intense pleasure coursing through my body as my orgasm crashes over me in waves. I moan loudly, clinging to her as my world explodes in sensation. Finally, the intensity subsides, leaving me panting and spent on the bed. I look up at her, my eyes full of love and adoration, grateful for this chance we've been given. She smiles down at me, her touch gentle and loving as she holds me close through the night. It may be just another day tomorrow, but for tonight... she's mine. And I will cherish every moment of it.